Duke of Grief

Obviously, even Cervantes can break into the inner city of the floating city, so the **** of brilliance can't do it.

Even with Lolandal as the restraint of the **** of brilliance, the Arcane Empire also resisted the wrath of a powerful divine power.

The **** of brilliance does not even need to do anything, just open the door of the kingdom of God, let the army of heroes come to the world, all problems are no longer a problem, and everything is invincible in the face of absolute power.

A complete arcane empire may be able to contend with the behemoth of the Glorious Church, but what can it do with a floating city alone?

Cervantes had been fighting before, and all he had in mind was how to solve the floating city and the arcanists in the city. He had no time to think about other things at all. It was not until now that he discovered this. There is something wrong.

The Arcane Empire should not be so weak-if this is their full strength, what gives them the confidence and courage to let them have the courage to attack the world of Assatom?

These guys are just the vanguard of the arcane empire, the real main force of the arcane empire is yet to come!

But now there is one thing, Cervantes cares.

——Is the group of arcanists because of misjudgment, or is there another conspiracy?

As a vanguard, not only did it not plan to secure a position, but even opened multiple battlefields at the same time, the approach was quite arrogant.

The only thing I can be sure of now is that the group of arcanists has no brains. In that case, it must not be because they are too arrogant to lead to the current situation.

Now Cervantes is faced with a choice—whether to continue to fight and destroy all the arcanists in this floating city, or to retreat for a while and kill all the monsters released by the arcanists?

"Seth, Sera let you come back!"

It was as though the maid knew what problems he was beginning to struggle with, and he was evacuated from the floating city through Latinia.

Without shirking, Cervantes glanced at the body of the Arcanist hanging on the mage Tata again, tore off his already worn coat, and turned away.

Although he really wanted to continue playing, sanity also told him that he should retreat now, this time the situation is obviously not the same as before.

The arcane empire has successfully returned to this world. This is an unquestionable thing, even if they are beaten badly now, but they still persisted arduously.

The floating city is a ‘beacon’. If nothing goes wrong, the arcane empire’s transmission will become very smooth, instead of tens of minutes of preparation time as before.

Otherwise, this abusive vanguard has no meaning in existence!

Cervantes is not a fool, naturally understand this kind of thing, as long as a little contact with the foreword and the current situation can reach this conclusion.

In a short period of time, he could not completely destroy this floating city. In this case, it does not make any sense for him to stay here. On the contrary, he may be hit by the people of the Arcane Empire and eventually die here.

What's more pitiful is that he didn't cause too much damage to this place. At most, he destroyed some energy circuits. The death of a great arcanist is not enough to cause too much damage to them.

A flame soared into the sky, then suddenly expanded in the air, a pair of dragon wings ripped open the flames that wrapped the body, Huo Ran fanned, and the rain screen was suddenly burned out of a vacuum tunnel.

The galloping black dragon is like a meteor crashing down on the battlefield, stomping many fairly powerful white-haired monsters on its feet.

A sturdy dragon tail wrapped in strong wind and flames swept the ground. First, a huge force smashed the monster's limbs and bones, and then the flame spread to them to melt the body, and finally evaporated.

The high temperature infiltrated under the ground that had become a slough, and the hot steam instantaneously evaporated and volatilized into the air.

I picked up a few monsters at random, but didn't look at them again, so I just found a direction and threw them over. The monsters scattered in the air and howled and fell to the ground.

As they fall, the ground trembles slightly, and a flesh-and-blood quagmire starts from their falling place and spreads in a cone in one direction.

Hals raised his hand to erase the meat hanging from the top of the helmet, staring blankly at the black dragon's eyes full of'shock' that suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

There was a large open space in front of him, and the flesh and blood and broken bones knocked on him to give him a little touch, but he was dumbfounded and did not have any consciousness.

The blood has dyed his armor into brown and red. He has been killing in this battlefield for a long time. However, the result he has created may not have been thrown more than once by the black dragon!

This is not the power that mortals can have...

This is the realm of ‘God’!

Although it is very blasphemous, Hals believes that such power is enough to match the gods. I am afraid that even many gods cannot be as powerful as this black dragon.

These monsters created by the Arcane Empire are quite close to the extraordinary, but the Black Dragon Duke raised his hand and killed dozens or even hundreds of such monsters. This kind of power is really unimaginable. If it was not what he saw with his own eyes, he would never I don't believe that a'mortal' can be so powerful.

After the emotion, he saw that the monsters were used like a tide. This time, they were not because of the orders of the arcanists, but out of fear of the black dragon!

The monsters spread out, and those who had not yet ran out of the floating city flinched back, and the monsters on the edge of the battlefield even turned around and ran.

The black dragon patted the ground with a claw, and the flame spread around the dragon claw.

The flow of flames on the ground turned into fire snakes, twisting the body of the flames and crawling in all directions.

They only care about crawling forward, but they never make detours, and if something blocking the road appears in front of them, they will crawl directly over those things.

Many monsters were ignited in this way, they tumbling wildly, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies, but they forgot, the sea of ​​fire was spreading from behind them.

Hals waved the shackles and shattered the heads of the monsters who tried to break through from them and escaped the fire. Many corpses fell at his feet. He looked forward and continued.

The Heroes of the Goddess of Wealth formed a line of defense, and in front of them, the artillery fire from the rear formed another line of defense.

The monsters with white fur were bathed in gunfire, neither entering nor retreating, and only survived by fleeing to both sides.

Therefore, a wonder was quickly formed on the battlefield-the monsters sandwiched between the Heroic Legion and the Black Dragon spurted away, rushing towards the "Sheng Road" on both sides of the battlefield, and ran away without the previous arrogance. arrogance.

They did not follow the order given by the arcanist to continue their attack, but instead obeyed their inner choices.

Longwei has already arrived on the entire battlefield, and the mighty might has instantly crushed the monsters' defenses.

They are the creations of the arcane empire ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but they are also ‘creatures’, and they are more inclined to ‘beasts’, and when faced with more powerful beasts, they will only flee desperately.

Their difficult problem was solved by the Black Dragon Duke after he arrived on the battlefield...

Hals took a deep breath, and the smelly smell hovered at the tip of his nose, but he was already familiar with the smell, and did not feel sick.

I don't know what happened. The floating city has not been completely destroyed, and the Grand Duke Black Dragon does not seem to be injured. So why did the war between them end?

Suddenly, Hals looked startled, hesitating, and nodded slowly, "Yes, my Lord..."

Under the orders of Latiniah, the Holy Spirit and the God Envoy returned to the Kingdom of God with the army of blessers who participated in the battle, and the gate of the Kingdom of God slowly closed.

At this time, Cervantes looked back at the floating city, snorted, and flew back to the fortress.

The war is stopped!

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