With each step, Rosen left a burning footprint in mid-air, and the power of the dragon god Bahamut fell on Rosen's shoulder, making every step he took as if it was very difficult.

He could feel that the space around him was rejecting his presence, squeezing his body, as if it would crush him into a pulp in the next moment.

The constant sound of snapping in Lawson's ears was a manifestation of the continuous disintegration of the world's strings under the influence of power.

By constricting the power of the law near himself and building a pair of armor, Lawson was able to get out of the pressure, but the power visible to the naked eye also left marks on the armor.

Bahamut noticed Rosen, the man who was still standing up straight and moving forward under his authority.

The dragon was still in chaos at this time, he had been asleep for too long, and he didn't even know that he had been transformed while he was sleeping, and the seal was held by the three monsters, each of whom had gained a part of Bahamut's power, and only when the three monsters died, the seal would be opened.

The current Bahamut does not have the will of a god, but only retains part of his consciousness and the existence of the god's body.

That's why Rosen dared to take on the challenge.

If Bahamut standing in front of Rosen was a complete body, then Rosen would have fled immediately without hesitation, and he was not arrogant enough to confront a real god head-on without preparation.

But now Bahamut is obviously wrong, even Rosen can see that there is no soul matching it in that body, which is why Rosen doesn't know, he only feels this subtle difference, so he dares to step forward.

The majestic mountain-like dragon Bahamut and the insignificant Lawson standing in front of him, combined with the ruined and declining female sacred realm around him, form a grand picture like the one in a narrative poem.

The hero of the dragon with the blade in his hand, who finally rescued the imprisoned princess, is a legend recounted in the story.

However, Erandall knew that those were only the imagination of the bards, and that the real dragons did not bother to fight against humans, and that their casual glance could lead to the disintegration of a country, and that dragon slaying was nothing more than a delusion.

What's more, what Rosen is facing is the dragon god Bahamut, the primordial dragon with the eternal law.

A wave of despair welled up in Irandall's heart, and she looked at Rosen's back and secretly prayed to the god who didn't know where.

Bahamut stared at Rosen in front of him, he couldn't think of why a mortal could stand in front of him, of course, Bahamut didn't know what era it was, what kind of condition he himself was, he seemed to be infused with a concept, acting only for that mission.

That is to erase all that is seen.

At the same time as he felt Bahamut's gaze, Rosen saw the countless world strings in the void closing towards him, and these world strings were like the sharpest blades, leaving deep traces on Rosen's law armor, like countless chains, restraining Rosen's actions.

Rosen paused and looked up at Bahamut's three pairs of eyes as fiery as rubies.

His direct gaze into Bahamut's eyes caught the attention of the other party, knowing that even in the days of the gods, there were very few existences who could look directly at Bahamut.

In Bahamut's shattered memory, the man in front of him was somewhat similar to a guy who didn't know the height of the sky, and he remembered that the hairy boy dared to challenge himself to compete with Bahamut in swordsmanship, and even to some extent equal to him.

Later, Bahamut taught him the swordsmanship he had created when he was bored, after all, it was one of the few mortals who had communicated directly with Bahamut, so he remembered it well.

But this guy in front of him is nothing except for a special breath on his body, and he hasn't even reached the level of a legend, and in the past, Bahamut could slap several to death with a random wave of his claws.

So Bahamut was even more confused, why could he stand in front of him like this?

Rosen faced Bahamut and was thinking at the same time.

Due to the powerful power suppression of the other party, Rosen could not carefully probe every corner of the other party's body as in the past, so naturally he could not grasp the strength of the other party, of course, Rosen had no doubt that the one in front of him was Bahamut, and the powerful body lines and the ensuing sense of oppression were genuine.

But Rosen wondered if Bahamut's will was complete at this moment.

Judging from the situation he appeared in just now, Bahamut was more like some kind of power sealed here, and his actions at this time were not at all like a normal god, more like he was being manipulated by something.

So Rosen put forward a conjecture, that is, what he is facing now is only Bahamut's body and a part of his will, and in the process of his sleep, his body was stolen by others, and finally transformed into his current appearance, and what he awakened was not a complete Bahamut, but a part of his will.

In that case, defeating the part that dominates Bahamut's body would be able to stop the dragon's movements, which is one of the reasons why Lawson took such an action.

Bahamut didn't know what Rosen's intentions were, he shook his head slightly, and several extremely complex ancient magic circles suddenly lit up in midair, and the words on these magic circles were not magic runes, but dragon words.

Dragon magic is the most primitive, pure, and violent magic in the world.

Dragons create magic with the intention of fighting on the battlefield, and this light skill can exert the maximum destructive power with the least amount of magic, which is unique to dragons' way of fighting.

When dragon magic spread to the elves, it became elven magic, and the elves were more inclined to do more with magic than pure destruction, so there was the once brilliant elven court.

Eventually, magic was taught to humans by some elves, and the weak race of humans used magic to reach the realm of the gods, to the amazement of other races.

Now Bahamut uses the dragon magic engraved in his instincts, and the magic array in the sky is like a group of stars, illuminating most of the city.

Each star represents death, which is a killing command that stretches to ancient times, and in an instant, all the magic arrays are locked onto Lawson.

Bahamut let out a low roar, and as an opportunity, countless magic arrays burst into light, and surging power followed.