Blood is fire, body is steel!

The blood has been ignited, and the burning flames are surging in the body of the black dragon, casting a steely body in hundreds and thousands of desperate battles, even if half of the body is broken, it will not make Cervantes faint, what is there to be afraid of the black dragon that has mastered it?

The swelling of the fist has been eliminated, but the broken scales have not been repaired, and Cervantes has challenged the legendary knight intact with his bare hands, only with the constant 'arrogance' of the beating 'proud bones'!

Boom!

The gale pulled the flames in the heavy air, the fist already distorting the air, and by the time the sound reached Serrano's ears, Cervantes' fist had already struck his shield.

"Roar!!

A suppressed to high-pitched roar welled out of the black dragon's throat, and a punch slammed into Serrano's shield, knocking the heavy knight into the air, but his radius bone was also broken by the shock.

At this point, both arms are broken!

"Whew...... Whew......"

Cervantes gasped, and a carp stood up, barely raising his left hand, still protecting the goddess of wealth in his arms.

"Cervantes...... Are you fucking crazy?" Obviously protected, the goddess of wealth let out an angry roar.

"For the sake of future plans...... "Black Dragon looked blank.

He stared at Serrano, who was getting up from the rubble, as he explained, "You have to maintain a certain nobility, which neither I nor Serra can do, your prestige is important to us, so...... You'll be fine!"

"Serrano, come and save me!"

Just as Serrano was about to attack again, Wade's heart-rending cries for help suddenly came from the chapel.

This powerful knight's body stiffened, and in just an instant, he turned into a decadent appearance-

He lowered the heavy shield and lifted it automatically, and the pale-faced knight smiled sadly at the seriously injured black dragon, "I admit defeat...... Can they let my monarch go?"

Serrano didn't care about the lives of the other three legends, because the moment they stepped onto the battlefield with their weapons in hand, they already knew that it was impossible for a person to win undefeated, and they probably wouldn't be able to get a good death, Figoro and the 'Dormant Thorn' died, and Gard's head was crushed - seriously injured, if he had enough time he could recover, but in the current situation, it should be impossible.

They paid for the black dragon's serious injuries at the cost of their lives, but Serrano himself was in his near-prime state, wearing the 'God-killing Armament', and was almost a sure winner, but was disturbed by his own monarch.

Serrano had no desire to continue fighting, and his will had faded.

Without the desire to win, Serrano thought it would be impossible for him to win against a legend who had been seriously injured.

"You go out first!"

Cervantes hesitated, but the Goddess of Fortune took the lead, pointing to the collapsed walls behind Serrano, "I won't forgive you for your sins, but Wade won't die here - I vouch for it in the name of the 'Goddess of Wealth'!"

Serrano sighed and walked over dejectedly, he had no reason to stay here anymore.

If his monarch could hold on for a while before he defeated the black dragon, even if it was only 'half a minute', only 'half a minute', he would be able to win!

"It's a shame......"

Cervantes looked at Serrano's departing back with his once proud head down, and said in a hoarse voice: "He is a strong man, but unfortunately his monarch is an out-and-out 'waste'! In this state, I am not sure that I can defeat him......"

As time passed, the toxin had faded, and the power of the shadows could no longer affect Cervantes' thinking, so his mind had cleared up a lot.

Serrano was already disheartened, and he had no desire to continue fighting for the monarch in the face of his own monarch who had not helped him at all, and because he was a knight, he could not turn a deaf ear to the monarch's cries for help, even if victory was in sight!

"Let me go!" said the goddess of fortune with a blank face.

Somehow, a nameless fire sprung up in her heart, and even after listening to Cervantes's explanation, the anger did not quench it, but became more 'vigorous'.

But when she saw the appearance of the black dragon covered in blood that had turned into a human form, she felt a little unbearable.

Biting her lower lip, the goddess of fortune snorted softly, "Let's go, go out first, and then I'll find someone to treat you...... Forget it, I'll treat you myself!"

The silent Cervantes followed the goddess of wealth, stepping over the rubble, over several crumbling walls, and into the crumbling chapel.

Wade Francis had been pinned to the ground by two vicious temple guards, Figoro, who was seriously injured and dying, was brought back, Gard, who was still recovering, lay on his side, and Serrano sat on the side in frustration, without saying a word.

They were surrounded by a circle of clergy, but even a few cardinals did not dare to get too close to Gad and Serrano, and only the crowned Pope stood aside with a copy of the Church of Fortune canon.

The old Pope stood there quietly, but he exuded an unrivaled momentum, even the four legends before him were completely incomparable.

The moment the goddess of wealth stepped into the chapel, it attracted everyone's attention, and after discovering that the goddess was unscathed, all the priests were relieved.

"My Lord ......"

The solemn old pope finally showed a smile at this time, and the suppressed momentum that made people feel disappeared with this smile.

But then, he put away his smile and pursed his lips, "It's us late, if you ......"

"I didn't expect this guy to choose to make a move, and you're not at fault!"

Before the old Pope could finish his words, the Goddess of Fortune interrupted him, for she knew that if he was allowed to continue, then probably all the clergy in Gordon would be punished.

As annoyed as she is, she is not a 'god' who will anger others for her own faults.

"But ......"

"It's nothing good!" the goddess of fortune suppressed her anger, not wanting to explode now, "the most important thing now is to appease the commoners, and then let those big nobles come over—how dare Wade, a fool, be so presumptuous without their help?" Also, that group of mages, let them all come, and I will settle accounts with them! If they excuse themselves, tell them that if they don't come, I will arrest them in the name of the Church of Fortune, whoever it is!"

Every sentence was squeezed out of between her teeth by the goddess of wealth, and 'gnashing of teeth' was not enough to describe her current anger.

Not just for herself, but for Cervantes, who was seriously injured because of it!

I didn't notice it before, but now I found out that if the injuries on Cervantes' current body were placed on any legendary powerhouse except for the legendary warriors, they would be able to make them step into the abyss of death with half a foot, and if Cervantes was not a black dragon, he might have died a long time ago......

Thinking of this, Latinia found herself even more angry!

Those damned, greedy aristocrats!

Those insatiable maggots, a hundred or a thousand times to die is not enough to appease her anger!

She finally understood why Serena hated the 'nobles' group so much, originally she only had a faint disgust, but now ...... Now it has completely turned into 'killing intent'!

"Seth, come, I'll treat you. ”

After assigning the task, the goddess of wealth turned around and whispered softly to the black dragon.

After looking left and right, and seeing that there was nothing to sit on, he turned to his followers and said, "Get me some chairs!"

The old Pope glanced at Cervantes, who could no longer see his original appearance because of blood and wounds, with cloudy eyes, and lowered his head again.

“...... Yes, my lord, I will go!"

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