Call~

With a thin and long exhalation, Mordre forcibly used the red dragon heart hidden in her body, and relied on the majestic vitality to transform it into magical power, using the mastery of King Arthur.

However, although the Red Dragon Blessing and the Red Dragon Heart can in principle provide her with eternal life force, that is, eternal and inexhaustible magic.

But the conversion of life force and magic power is not a tax evasion, you know, it is a terrible thing to extract life force from the flowing blood and inject it into the magic circuit.

Even Azeroth, with mages everywhere and many casters like dogs, was the only masochist who would use this method to replenish their mana.

The sky-high light cannon gradually subsided, and everyone squinted their eyes to try to find the body of the behemoth devourer in the first place, and observe the effect of the devastating blow.

Not...... Didn't hurt the dragon?

The light and shadow dissipated, and the slow but rhythmic sound of flapping wings struck everyone's heart, and the black devourer seemed to be unharmed at the moment except for a few more traces of smoke.

How can it be?!

How can it be?!

It was Alduin's shock, and although he was indeed unharmed, in a sense, he had already died once, to be hit by the reptile.

As a world destroyer, he has always paid attention to his defensive ability, and before he has the strength he has now, a strong defense is the guarantee for him to use defense to counterattack and kill the enemy.

At all times, he had a layer of enamel that was colorful in the sun, and that thin layer of enamel was the dragon soul armor he had condensed with his magic power.

The set of dragon soul armor, which was almost as indestructible as his main body, had completely disintegrated, turning into an irregular turbulence of magical power that stirred the heavens and the earth. The clouds are rolling and the clouds are shu, and the white clouds are dogs.

The sun shines on the knight and the dragon and confronts each other.

It's not uncommon to see people complaining about why this kind of high-end duel is like a turn-based video game in the Muggle world? You punch, I kick, you cannon, I have a ground wave.

In fact, every powerhouse who can reach the ceiling level of their own world, their combat level is like this, only the lowest-level muscular people will develop to high-end combat power and still be obsessed with the addition of fists and feet.

Although this race can often have one or two amazing characters, when Xia Ji fights, it is likely that the opposite side will have already skillfully buried the planet and nation they want to protect in the endless void with a star destroyer cannon energy ball.

Don't always think that the fists and feet represent the highest mystery, the convergence of magic power, locking, turning, especially the control of magic power above the legendary combat power can be said to be no less difficult than those fists and feet, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it with a thousand hanging wires.

Of course, this is not a complete negation of melee combat, and the viewing and training difficulty of gorgeous melee combat is still very high.

Mordret gritted her teeth and slowly calmed the flood of magic in her body that was now completely unbalanced, she was too anxious to replenish her magic power just now after releasing the ultimate, and now there was some disorder.

Although she has reached a very powerful level in the past hundred years, in the words of the Ranger King Hawksbill from Azeroth, Mordret is now a legendary-level combat power, although she is still a mortal, but she can even win in the face of some weak demigods.

However, as a king who has been sleeping for hundreds of years, located on such a simple planet, her actual combat experience is too little. Probably based on the experience accumulated thousands of years ago when he fought with his father, Artoria Pandragon.

"King of Britain~" The tax evasion smile on Joan of Arc's face, who was standing on the back of the Devourer of Worlds, grew crazier and crazier, even though she knew that this was not the apparent British royal family.

The Carlomes dynasty had completely disappeared from sight more than a thousand years ago with the death of King Arthur, but it was not a pleasant feeling to be burned alive at the stake by the British.

This resentment and hatred will take some interest from you.

In just a few breaths, the entire sunny sky that had just been sliced by Mordret's sword was once again covered in black.

The overwhelming magic pattern with Black Joan of Arc as the core spread like a flood rapidly, and soon condensed a thick cloud of magic in the sky.

"The game has begun~ Ahahaha"

Distorted smiles, shrill laughter, like a horn from hell, the magic circle that spread all over the sky rained down mana bullets all over France.

Of course, part of the mana projectile locked onto Mordret floating in mid-air.

Mordret was inexplicably a little sad, she was not so old that she couldn't remember the girl in front of her, let alone the obvious and familiar aura on her.

"It's painful......"

Obviously, for the sake of the country and for the sake of those diao people, she left her hometown as soon as she became an adult, and abandoned her identity as a woman to gallop on the battlefield.

As a result, the merit was overshadowed, the route of action was betrayed, she was tortured by the hands of the enemy, and finally burned her alive at the execution ground.

It's really a good thing to kill multiple birds with one stone, to gather all the generals and soldiers under Joan of Arc, to expand the sphere of influence with the momentum of mourning soldiers, and then to organize the rehabilitation of the dead to win people's hearts.

She deserved it, although she did not witness it with her own eyes, but she also received that Charles VII and the bishop of France were later given immortality by someone, and then pierced it through her mouth with a wooden tsubaki, and burned at the stake in the same way as the penal code for witches, and the body was exposed in Paris until the Napoleonic period.

"Interesting, interesting!"

As if Joan of Arc, who was observing Mordrete, had suddenly discovered some treasure, she pointed at Mordrete and then seemed to say something to the dragon Alduin, temporarily halting her attack on Mordret.

In the eyes narrowed into a half-moon shape, the dark golden eyes stared obliquely at the king of Britain in front of him, it was really a familiar feeling, and he was a person who suppressed the darkness in his heart with spiritual power.

No, the British king had more darkness in his body than the Joan of Arc before her.

"Now, don't you people even know this basic common sense?" said Joan of Arc's voice as sharp as a steel knife scraping glass.

"In this world, how much light there is, then how much darkness will be hidden behind it~" Joan of Arc narrowed one eye and shed a line of bloody tears on her pale cheeks.

With the black flag waving in her hand, Mordrete suddenly felt that her vision was blocked, and as far as she could see, the whole world was plunged into darkness......

All she could feel was her own heartbeat.