On this day, the wizards who stood on both sides of the British and French sides, or who were able to peek into the battlefield through various means, felt that their hearts were greatly impacted, and many people fell from then on, and many people also embarked on extreme paths.

Because they had never thought that magic could reach this level of combat before, compared to this battle, everything before them was like a family.

Mordrete stood in mid-air, and it seemed that only her own heartbeat was left between heaven and earth.

Puff,

Puff,

Poof.

The lines of blood began to spread along her red dragon heart to her whole body, and the bewitching red blood lines were mixed with traces of black lines. It didn't stop until it spread to her jaw.

Compared to Joan of Arc, five hundred years of resentment and pain, the lowest level of Mordret's heart has been hidden for nearly fifteen hundred years, and even the shallowest darkness has now entered the abyss.

The only clarity in her mind came from the long sword in her hand, the long sword that her father had given her on his deathbed, the sword of victory.

As if he was struggling before death, he had his past in his mind, following Morgan Le Fay from his childhood, hiding in the thick armor to meet his father, whom he admired in his heart.

In the corner of the European continent, the woman who was shrouded in a hood and carrying a huge half-human-tall scroll slowly raised her head and twisted her head in the direction of the explosion of magical power.

"Has this world come to this point?"

Serana sighed, although she was already a transcendent being, although this planet was not the continent she had fought for, although although, she still took her own steps, and the powerful magic that was not at all human carried her from the most marginal region of Europe to the center of the battle in an instant.

With no expression on her pale face, she looked at the dragon in front of her, Alduin the Devourer of Worlds. It's really a familiar scene that can't be more familiar......

Alduin didn't squirt dragon breath as soon as he met like that brainless boss, but carefully controlled his magic to levitate himself in the air, as if he was thinking.

"Long time no see, Alduin. I didn't expect Tamriel's promotion to bring you back to life. "The cold voice has no emotion, just the sound alone makes everyone around feel a kind of coldness.

"Serana. Alduin vibrated his wings violently, his long steely tail pumping out sonic booms and white shockwaves in the air, just as if Alduin was agitated now.

Shrouded in her cloak, Serana reached out to her back, a simple action that made Alduin's whole body tense, almost visible to the naked eye The condensation of the fire element, and even the body had a tendency to elementalize.

"Let's go, Alduin, this world, after all, is not our world, go back to Tamriel to be your devourer of the world. "Although it used to be an enemy of life and death, now it is a strange feeling of a fellow villager with tears in his eyes.

The golden light of the scroll in Serana's hand attracted everyone's attention, even if it was still sealed, and it had not yet been able to get a glimpse of its true face, but a strange premonition arose in the hearts of the onlookers, that the scroll seemed to be the meeting point of the fate of the whole world.

"I remember you......" Mordrete looked at the woman who suddenly appeared, the past was like smoke, a thousand years have passed in a flash, but some people have some things that they will not easily forget.

This very strange woman had been with her uncle for as long as she could remember, so far away that they thought they were only together by chance, but it was this woman who accompanied her uncle when her father died and Mordret herself fell into a deep sleep.

Later, according to the Shadow of the Carlomer dynasty, this woman accompanied her uncle throughout the territory of Britain, and finally helped the suppressed wizards in the Scottish Highlands to establish Hogsmeade and Hogwarts Castle.

Mordrete even had a feeling that the woman in front of her had met her uncle even earlier than her father and her uncle.

"Hmph, little girl of the Pendragon family. Serana looked very disdainful and ignored Mordret who greeted her. Her gaze swept across the battlefield, and the moment she raised her hand, a somewhat frozen cold of time and space converged in her hand.

This level of mana, the amount of this mana gathering!

However, what was even more shocking was that the ice ball did not attack Alduin, but instead froze Joan of Arc standing on the shore in a crystal made of ice.

It's really uneasy, and if you don't agree with each other, you want to die for the country, and become the enemy who burns yourself with the fire of the red lotus industry, so calm down. This is what Serana said about the French saint.

"Cut. Standing on top of Alduin's head, Joan of Arc looked unhappy, and his eyes narrowed into dead fish eyes, hollowly locked on the sudden strong man, who is this woman from His Majesty the Emperor?

"The Dragonborn are here, too. This is not a question, Alduin roughly guessed this the moment he saw Serana, after all, Serana was the one who had accompanied the dragonborn to the top of the highest peak and made him fall.

As if very unpleasant, Alduin waved his wings, and the magic that emanated from the horns, from the wings, and from the backs formed countless meteorites, and smashed them into the earth and the city behind them like a rain of fire from the sky.

"Why did you choose to continue helping the Dragonborn? Even if he's done it to you. Alduin seemed to be able to speak more smoothly after seeing his old acquaintance, and his questioning made Serana's face suddenly darker.

"Shut up Olduin. Serana's frosty face finally got a tuck, and she glared at Alduin, the scroll in her hand about to unfold. She would exile Alduin even at a price she might not be able to afford, for the secret would not be known to anyone.

The silver hand gripped the Elder Scrolls, the runes of fate once again confined to the scroll, long silver hair, light blue armor with silver glow, and that familiar feeling.

Serana stopped unfolding the Elder Scrolls, her head bowed and did not make eye contact with the people who appeared next to her.

"Alduin, finish what you didn't finish. ”

The abominable giant head of the confronted Alduin was able to show an expression that could clearly be called a smile: "Ah, the last of the Dragonborn, the savior of Tamriel, the respected Siven-Loh. It turns out that you really don't know that the reason why Serana became a vampire and why she is called the daughter of Cold Harbor is caused by you.

The former demon god, Moragbar. ”

Bit by bit, Siwen twisted his head to Serana beside him, the vampire princess who had accompanied him for countless years.

Serana didn't look at him, and the heartbreaking silence backed up Alduin's words......

"Serana, a rare purebred vampire, known as the Daughter of Cold Harbor. There is only one way for the daughter of Cold Harbor to be born, and that is to be violated and abused by the demon god Molagbar, who cannot survive in the gap between life and death, and even the soul leaves the body to watch his body being inflicted all kinds of atrocities. 」

No...... Serana ...... Serana has always said that she was transformed by the vampire Maharaja, the vampire Maharaja Hakong that they killed together.

Just like once upon a time, when Siwin knew that Siyun was pushed down the abyss by their most trusted friend and died,

The West was completely devastated.