He wanted to, he wanted to shout out loud, to call out Miraj, Elusa, Jubian, Lucy, and all those he cared about, to keep them from disturbing the muddy waters. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 But he resisted the urge to do so. He himself was already in front of the black dragon, how could he childishly ask them who were in the same situation as him to leave here?

Can I ask them to leave? Am I going to sacrifice myself to save their lives and let them go through the pain of my seven years? Since they dare to appear here, they are already mentally prepared, am I going to let them leave cowardly, swallow shame, and tremble for protection?

It's time to mature, don't regret it, don't be upset, there will never be a better ending, only by grasping the present and overcoming fears can there be a ray of hope.

I can't give up.

He slapped his face with the palm of his hand, so hard that his cheeks flushed, but it also drove away the only unrealistic thoughts he had.

The black dragon slew another dragon. This time it's the Shadow Dragon. The black dragon could hear a long wail coming from where the Sword Biting Tiger Magi had gathered. For more than four hundred years, he had heard this cry countless times, the most beautiful sound in the world that could only be heard when he took away some of the most cherished things of mankind, and it was the voice that drove him to live through the boring days of more than four hundred years, and not to be as troubled as Jelf was.

Speaker Quran stretched out his hand into the air, and then waved it down, and the magicians all tacitly used the dragon and the heroes as a cover, and launched an attack on the black dragon together. They no longer think about whether each other's magic will interfere with and cancel each other, they just keep attacking recklessly, and as for defense, they have forgotten about it.

The mass-produced flying super-soldiers in the altar crystal are also gradually cutting into the battlefield, but they are all melee soldiers, and they are often swept to pieces by the wings or tail of the black dragon before they get close to the black dragon, but they still have a certain role as a cover for the mages.

The aerial battles between black dragons and dragons, heroes, super soldiers, and magicians look like scenes of miracle and cruelty that can only be seen in epic stories. Dragons, heroes, supercreans, and wizards all seem so small no matter what they do in battle. On the contrary, it was the black dragon, every claw blow, every flap of the wings, and every sweep of the tail were so eye-catching.

Another dragon had died, and this time there was no one left to care which one it was.

The hero is constantly in the ninth position, but against such a large creature, his wings are so highly defensive, they can only play a role in delaying his movements, not deciding the outcome of the battle.

More and more magicians were instantly beaten into a mist of blood and sprayed on others. And the black dragon's body still couldn't see obvious wounds.

The iron dragon flew directly above the black dragon. Fu Ko swung the black sword in his hand and leapt off the iron dragon's skull. His robe was rattled by the wind. He dodged many stray bullets of magic, avoided the sweep of the black dragon's wings, and climbed onto the black dragon's body again.

After he landed on the black dragon's back, his center of gravity was a little unsteady and he almost slipped, and then he ran down the black dragon's broad back towards his head. The black dragon sensed his presence and was about to raise his height and reverse his body to throw Fu Kou down, but the black dragon was pulled down instead.

It's not that Gura and Volod are trying to cooperate with Fuko, they just want to use their magic to pull the black dragon's hind legs.

Fuko flew into the air for a moment, but then he landed on the black dragon's back. The black dragon was now free from the shackles of the magic of Gura and Volod, and began to circle in the air quickly, and then rushed down to the ground.

Fuko had to lie on his back, sticking the black sword into his wings, his hands grappling at the protrusions of the wings.

The black dragon swooped down on the ground, like an eagle catching a rabbit on the ground, and he destroyed the three crystals that could summon super soldiers in an instant, but the altar could not be interfered with. With another flap of his wings, he flew over the walls of the entire royal city, trying to shake off Fuko.

However, Fukou is like lice lying on it, and no matter how dizzy he is, he will never let go.

Immediately afterward, the attacks of the mages who had shifted the battlefield followed. At this time, all the dragons summoned by Fukou had been killed, and the only dragons hidden in the body of the Dragon Slayer Demon Master were now the Celestial Dragon and the Iron Dragon.

The black dragon flew over a wall, and Jelf happened to be there. He watched the war from the perspective of a spectator, believing that he was not on either side and was neutral. But he couldn't help but think about these things:

Magiors, I know the Black Dragon. He used to be a dragon-slayer magician, but now he considers himself the strongest dragon, disdaining to speak human words or listen to any human words anymore. He is strong enough to give him the pride to ignore your existence, and you have never shaken his position.

What will this war be like today? Is it to run away in disgrace? Is it a helpless fiasco? Or drag him off the throne, tie him to a torture chair, and pour a basin of cold water on his head, so that he can once again feel the fear of being human?

Can you do what the magicians of more than 400 years ago couldn't do?

Jelf also sees Natsu in the Magus, who is leading the way behind the black dragon with the help of a blue winged cat.

And, my brother, can you do it?

The black dragon suddenly made another turn in the air, his wings outstretched, and he froze in the air at a long distance from the magicians. Fu Ko instantly guessed what he was going to do, and shouted, "The dragon's roar is coming again, dodge it!" ”

But it was too late, and this time the black dragon didn't care about the power of the roar, but about the speed at which it formed and erupted. He condensed the magic power into the big mouth of the blood plate, and then launched it in an instant, and the whole process was done in one go, not giving anyone a chance to react at all.

A black pillar of light shot out, and it struck the magicians behind them who had stretched into an extremely long battle line as they chased the black dragon, and an aerial explosion spread, and the aftermath swept away all the magicians who were still at the same height in the air.

Fuko only faltered for a moment, then gritted his teeth and continued to climb upward, not wanting to imagine who had died or been killed in the roar of the black dragon, but allowing anger and hatred to eat away at his sanity. He finally climbed onto the head of the black dragon, and the black dragon's vertical pupils turned, and it was obvious that he had seen him.

"Become like me......"

With a silent shout, Fu Kou opened his mouth wide and stabbed his sword into the pupil of the black dragon's left eye.

"Roar—"

The dragon's roar came, a dragon roar that the magicians had never heard before, it was painful, it was full of anger, and this dragon's roar was like a stimulant into the bodies of the magicians who had just been immersed in a new round of sorrow and fear, and they all rushed over with shouts like primitive people, as if they wanted to eat the flesh of the black dragon.

However, soon the urge passed, and the attack of the mages was withdrawn, and they retreated.

This time, Fuko was finally swept away by the black dragon's claws, but he had a shield generated by the props, so he was not injured. He descended from the sky at great speed, only to be a shadow flashing, and Miraj, who had become a demon, caught him and flew back with him.

"Miraj ......"

"Didn't I say I wanted you to show me my different Majin forms?"

Fuko looked at the black dragon, who covered his left eye with one of his paws and went on a rampage, smashing a wall of the city before falling to the ground.

He shouldn't have felt this pain in a long time, right? Fuko thought to himself.

He looked back at the battlefield of the Magus that had been divided by the roar of the black dragon. The aftermath had barely dissipated, and he and Miraj flew onto the dragon's back, and Speaker Güran was no longer there. Fuko looked around, trying to see how many people and who the black dragon's roar had killed.

"Rest assured." Miraj knew what he was thinking. "The President, Elusa, they're all right, they weren't in the center of the Black Dragon's roaring explosion just now, and the aftermath was shattered by Kildas."

"That's ...... That's it. ”

Fuko knew he shouldn't have said that, but he said it anyway.

However, he also sees some tragedies unfolding. He saw Gula on the ground, who was clutching Leo's bloody corpse and screaming in pain. It's just a microcosm, and God knows how many more similar scenes are happening at the same time?

That's when Natsu and Harpy brought a man here.

In fact, he didn't even know if he could be called a human being.

"The altar below is full of wounded, and I can't get the Speaker inside." Natsu placed the dying Speaker of the Quran, who had left the dragon's back and was swept half of his body by a roar, in front of Fuko. One of Speaker Quran's hands and legs were gone, and blood was pouring out.

It is true that there are countless people fighting for the altar below, but not everyone can enjoy it, and even the Speaker of the Qur'an has not been able to get the privilege, so the number of dead people is increasing.

Fuko half-knelt beside Speaker Güran, casting healing spells on him in an attempt to keep him alive.

Miraj said worriedly, "What should I do if the magicians will have civil strife and riots over the altar?" ”

At this time, Fuko found that his book of heroes had also burned to the last page, which meant that he had no way to summon heroes again, and the existing heroes had disappeared.

He saw that Speaker Quran's mouth was moving and he was talking something, so he lowered his head and listened to Speaker Quran'an.

"No, please...... Please...... Take me to the altar...... Take me to the altar...... I don't want to die...... I don't want to ......"

Fuko looked up and straightened up.

He looked at the battle that had taken place at the altar below in response to Miraj's prophecy, and at the sorcerers who were in chaos around him, and even though the black dragon was on the ground, they had not been able to organize a new attack.

"Rest assured, Speaker, you will become the Speaker of this era, no, you will become the Speaker of the greatest Magical Council of all time, you will become legendary."

Fuko's tone turned cold, and he put his hand on Speaker Quran's mouth, stopping the healing magic, and Miraj, Natsu, and Harpy all looked at him in surprise.

"I won't let you look like a defeated dog to anyone to see, and I won't let you regret it for the rest of your life after you survive. Trust me, Speaker, you can do it. ”

After a while, the Speaker of the Quran died.