The stars faded and the morning sun rose into the sky. Balk looked up, unconsciously relieved.

At least today, the sun is still rising.

Iss sat up straight suddenly. In the thin morning mist, his face was pale like a ghost about to disappear into the sun, staring straight at the three-storied pagoda.

Balk followed his gaze and didn't see anything wrong. The black tower, as usual, blurred its edges in the fading light of the sky, as if it were about to melt into it.

Isis stood up and strode towards the three-storied tower, the menacing appearance of which made the old man feel a little uncomfortable—he almost looked like he wanted to tear it down.

He raised his leg and kicked towards the heavy wooden door, only to stop before Balk could stop him. And then he just stood there, statue-like, motionless.

Balk couldn't see his expression, but he could see that the heavy anger was piling up into a cloud of thunder. When the tower door finally opened, looking at his friend in front of the door, the gray-haired young man's face was not more of victory but of fright, and he looked at Balk in a panic, as if he was crying for help, but the old man opened his mouth, and Iss had already picked up Ed's shirt and threw the people who had not yet walked out of the door back into the tower.

The wooden door slammed shut again. Balk rubbed his beard thoughtfully, feeling even worse - he didn't know what Ed had done, he had clearly won, but he seemed to have completely angered his friend. If they fight......

The old man thought and thought, shook his head, and paced away with his hands behind his back.

After standing for so long, his legs were stiff. Young people are full of energy, let them fight if they want to fight, and an old man like him really can't help him.

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The huge stone hall was softly lit and clean, without any signs of a fight...... There was also no body of Ante Bofford.

Is's gaze swept up and down, left and right, but his face became even more ugly.

Ed was a little dazed at first, then snapped into action.

"I didn't!" he said, "I didn't kill him." ”

And it didn't ...... Turn him to ashes or something.

He was able to let Antre go a year ago, and now a year later, he will not be swayed by pure hatred. What's more, that man has already died once, as well as ...... He still had something in him that he wanted to figure out.

"He's not easy to deal with. When he didn't get an answer, he felt his bowels crumble coldly, drenched in a premonition of indescribable danger, and could only bite the bullet and try to change the subject: "He's stronger than before, and although he can't cast spells yet, I think he actually has the ability to cast spells, but no one taught him how to do it." He's really alive, and he has a heartbeat...... It was he who conceded defeat, although I didn't want to kill him...... I think he's at least come to his senses, which is a good thing, isn't it?......"

He spoke faster and faster, more and more incoherently, but his voice became quieter and quieter.

"You see Nana's saliva blisters?" Iss asked abruptly.

The question was inexplicable, but Ed understood.

"What? it's Anteta......" His heart was pounding, and he tried to struggle with courage, but as soon as he touched Is's eyes, he swallowed the lame lie back.

He dared to say it was Ante's power, or "I don't know what it was", and the dragon would be able to swallow him in one bite now.

After a moment of silence, he spoke again, his tone a little resigned to his calm and slightly frustrated: "Can you feel it outside the tower?"

This was unexpected...... He thought the three-storied pagoda would be enough to keep something out, but his ice dragon friend was sharper than he expected.

Iss took a few steps back, his expression so calm that his heart was pounding.

"Then try it. He said.

“...... What to try?" Ed asked warily.

A sudden wind blew across his cheeks.

"Try how strong you really are. ”

The answer was a giant ice dragon with its sharp claws that made a high-pitched and piercing sound on the smooth floor.

"This ...... Not quite fair. Ed babbled, dying, "I've just finished a fight! I'm tired! This place is so small, you can't even fly......"

The ice dragon's low laugh left him speechless.

"It's not ...... Fair enough?" it said.

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...... And it earnestly.

As he staggered back, Ed recognized this. A long wound was pulled horizontally across his abdomen, almost cutting him in half, and the dripping blood fell to the ground in a shocking trail.

He shuddered, and had to wonder if this claw would have really ripped his internal organs out if he hadn't instinctively thrown a ball of fireball to force the other party back.

"You ......"

He gritted his teeth, and the anger that had swelled in his terror was so strong that he couldn't hold it down.

"Are you crazy?!" he roared, the corners of his eyes reddening.

"Now, can you get serious?" replied the ice dragon coldly.

Ed stood there, trying to calm down, reaching over his wound and letting out a heavy breath.

He looked directly at the friend in front of him who would not allow him to retreat and hide anymore, and understood that this time he really couldn't pass perfunctory.

Then ...... Give it a try.

Deep down, he didn't necessarily lack such a longing—the desire to defeat a dragon.

Blood still warm rose from the ground as he raised his hand, shooting out to both sides. Two of the statues surrounding the stone hall are in motion. They still needed to take a moment to fuse the memories and powers he had given them, just like the one he had summoned before, but much faster...... He was already casting spells much faster.

Of course, it is impossible for two golems to defeat an ice dragon, but at least they can give him a little time. Isis is already much bigger than when it first became a dragon...... It's also growing incredibly fast. The tower's limited space no longer seemed to have much of an impact on its massive body, its nimble tossing and turning in it, its sharp claws, its nimble tail, its powerful wings, and the spines on its back—all weapons at its disposal—it would even use its muscular body to crush his golem.

And the magic of its talent can be sent out in the blink of an eye.

Ed slipped on the icy ground, choked on the cold that rushed into his windpipes, was impaled by the protruding ice spikes on all sides, and had his ribs snapped by the whip-like tail of the dragon...... His defenses never lasted long, and half of his attacks couldn't even knock down even a single scale of the ice dragon at first...... Then it gradually left scars on the huge body.

He actually knew what Iss was trying to prove. In another time when there was no way to avoid it, he finally spat out a silent syllable with a blue face.

The chaotic power in the air instantly condensed, transforming into an invisible hammer of destruction to meet the approaching dragon.

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