The earth trembled, and the air shook. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The roars and roars kept colliding and converging in the scorching environment, and the confrontation between killing intent and killing intent never stopped for a moment.

Beowulf dodged the troublesome breath as he found the right moment to slash into the gap.

However, those slashes only splattered a few sparks after encountering the thick and hard scale armor of the opponent, leaving at most a mark, and other than that, they did no damage at all.

Tut! Is it difficult to break if you don't get close?

Is that really a troublesome defense......

I complained for a while in my heart, and my eyes were full of solemnity.

It may not be a good idea to choose close quarters in the face of an opponent of this level, but is there only one way to do it now.......

Just as Beowulf was thinking, there was a clear sound of metal colliding.

Looking up, I don't know when, the girl who hardly shows much combat ability on weekdays, at this moment, as if returning to her former glory, turned into a Valkyrie, the magic silver spear in her hand, lingering with the cyan flames of the gods, kept bombarding the body of the pitch-black dragon.

With the help of air and magic, Brunhilde was temporarily suspended in the air, close to Nidhogg.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" ......

Dodging the other party's slap and flame breath left and right, Brunhilde's fingertips, and the magic silver spear continued to hit the opponent's body one after another.

Thrusts, cross-cuts, top-ups......

The rotational attacks were combined in one blow, and all of them hit the opponent's body.

Hot dragon blood splattered from where he had attacked, adding a bright red imprint to the sky.

As if enraged by the other party's actions, Nidhogg roared, and the pitch-black dragon wings behind him spread, flying straight into the air.

Immediately, the fierce grasp and the dragon's breath that followed closely behind attacked directly towards Brunhilde.

However, after all, it was once the Valkyrie.

The magic silver spear in Brunhilde's hand rotated, and after dissipating part of the flames, it itself also fell rapidly, deflecting the range of the attack.

After all, it's a bit difficult to block it all head-on.

Moreover, it will also cause a lot of consumption.

Therefore, Brunhilde directly chose to retreat, landing on the ground on the other side to recover a little.

The reason why her fighting spirit is so high this time is not only because she wants to help Bai Ye, but also because the dragon in front of her has a lot of roots with their Nordic gods.

After all, [Ragnarok] was caused by the other party's ontology, and the disaster that almost destroyed all the Norse gods, in the eyes of Brunhilde, as the daughter of Odin, there is still a trace of mustard in his heart.

Therefore, even if the other party is just an existence derived from a concept, she also wants to make up for herself who didn't do her best at the beginning.

Beowulf naturally didn't know what the other party was thinking, he only knew one thing.

That is, since even the kind of girl who is not afraid of death is already facing the head-on, then what is there to hesitate about.

Anyway, this body is [Heroic Spirit], even if it is death, it is just a return to [Valhalla].

Then, just have a good fight!

"Come on, flying four-legged lizard! Wouldn't you be bored if you are always hiding in the air! ”

"Or are you scared? Hahaha! ”

In the sky, in the face of Beowulf's taunts and provocations, Nidhogg only glanced at it briefly.

For it, that level of discourse is equivalent to having no effect.

It won't be like the dragon they had defeated before, because of the low-level provocation of the other party, it lost its mind.

On the contrary, at the moment it is very calm, calmly analyzing every enemy.

Especially the human who attacked it earlier, it felt the breath of the long-lost [Aesir Protoss (AElig)] on the other party's body.

Because of this, it will stay in the air with a little caution now, observing, and attacking from time to time

"Cut! Did that guy just hide in the air like that and not come down? ”

"Won't that be the way you can't fight?"

Beowulf rolled over, dodging another breath from the other party, with a look of impatience and anxiety on his face.

After all, such a "beating" made him feel very depressed.

Damn it! Isn't there any way to knock it down?!

As soon as this thought floated through his heart, a violent explosion was immediately heard in the sky.

Immediately afterward, there was a roar of rage and a cry of pain.

Beowulf looked up and saw that Nidhogg, who was hovering high in the air, was slowly falling in a cloud of smoke from the explosion.

A large amount of crimson blood scattered from the parts of the opponent's wings, presumably it was caused by a certain degree of trauma that it fell directly like this.

"Ziggy Kid? No, it's magic, isn't it...... Is it that stinky little ghost? ”

With a raised eyebrow and a bold smile on his face, Beowulf's mood was slightly better.

As if to prove Beowulf's thoughts, a soft shout sounded above the body of the black dragon that slowly fell.

"Drink!"

"This is the return gift for your 'invitation'!"

"Accept it all—!!"

The pitch-black Flame Sword skyrocketed to tens of meters in an instant.

It is like a sharp weapon that cuts through the chaos between heaven and earth, and it is like an annihilating weapon that cuts off the existence of all living beings.

Carrying the high-temperature flames that burn everything, the sword that has burned the World Tree in mythology collides head-on with the desperate creatures that have eaten the World Tree.

"Boom!"

Another burst of roar rang out, and for the first time, Nidhogg let out a mournful roar.

But at the same time, it was to stimulate all the killing intent and battle intent hidden in his heart.

The huge dragon's body fell to the ground, causing the earth to seem to be shattered.

Nidhogg twisted his body, and with a powerful reversal force, he threw the white night off his body.

Then, breathing, grabbing, a hurricane with dragon's wings swirling, all heading towards the White Night.

The earth was split, the sky was torn apart, and the "heavenly calamity" of wind and fire, like an apocalyptic scene, raged in the world at this moment.

Completely showing his strength, the black dragon named "Despair", at this moment, gives respect to his fateful enemy.

"Such an enthusiastic move! That's really, I'm going to say thank you! ”

The flaming sword swelled again, and the world-destroying aura reached the sky.

The catharsis of sword and fire, at this moment, is completely released!