The Zerg under the control of the Juggernaut fought against the four enemies at the same time, although neither Cervantes nor the army on the ground posed any threat to him and his race for the time being, but whether it was the three gods or the god wreaking havoc in the Leviathan, if it was left to others to deal with, there was no doubt that it could be regarded as a formidable enemy.

Especially when facing that god, if you don't have targeted means, you won't even be able to start!

Although he didn't know why the three gods hadn't summoned their Heroic Spirits until now, if they wanted to defeat him earlier, they would have summoned them a long time ago.

The Lord has now suppressed his anger, which is not only useless to Him now, but may lead to worse.

That black dragon is also a trouble, but he can leave it alone for the time being, and it is enough to let the swarm slowly consume his strength, but those three gods ......

The god of radiance swung his arm mechanically, smashing the weapon in his hand at the beast as if he were forging a piece of steel, and the weapon in his hand was a hammer, and every ounce of strength was transmitted to the location of the god.

With their power, they can do exactly that.

To others, they may seem like three fools, and I am afraid that the people who watched the battle will begin to sink their faith after seeing what they have done.

Three powerful gods besieged an enemy, and it took them a few minutes to successfully take it down, although it may be because of the enemy's strength, but in people's perception, they are the most powerful beings in this world.

How powerful must an enemy be that even they cannot defeat?

Even some people who are psychologically dark will definitely imagine that the three of them are not as powerful as people say?

The Radiant God's face was calm, these thoughts echoed in his mind, and he believed that not only him, but also the God of Justice and the Orc Lord God should be thinking about related questions.

From the moment they joined forces, if they could not take down the enemy in a short time, then this situation would inevitably arise, and they expected it.

This may be a hidden danger, but they have no choice but to end this war as soon as possible and restore peace to the world of Assatom.

With the strength of the Zerg now, it is not impossible to defeat an army without their help, and it is even very easy to do.

It's a pity that they don't have the ability to fight quickly, and they can only rely on time to wear down the power of the Zerg little by little.

They do have the ability to wipe out the mortals, but this monster is too big and is one with the Zerg Master, and it is almost impossible to obliterate them, so they can only use this clumsy method to deal with the enemy.

In fact, the enemy probably knew that they could evade their obliteration in this way, so they never exposed themselves, and even used their abilities through a network of psionic abilities.

It's a pity that when the Lord attacked the Black Dragon Grand Duke, they hadn't come here yet, otherwise they would have followed the trajectory of spiritual energy to pursue him, or even destroy him.

As he thought about it, the axe and sword slashed down again, and the power suddenly poured into Leviathan's body.

Three great forces followed the texture of the muscles, passing through the body of the giant beast, and almost simultaneously landed on a part of the body of the blood of the ancient gods.

The god began to fluctuate violently, and its suddenly swollen body instantly filled the entire corridor, piercing into other forks in the road, and the insects that rushed towards it were swallowed by it in an instant.

The clay-like god crawled forward, moving seemingly slowly, but it only took a few seconds to swallow a passage of the road.

Sensitive perception is directing it in the direction of energy fluctuations, and it needs those things!

With a clasp of his fingers, Cervantes buckled his claws into the shell of a worm and threw it backwards into the deep tunnel.

The bug only had time to hiss a few times before it lost its breath completely.

"It's finally here!"

With an exaggerated smile of arrogance on his face, Cervantes moved his shoulders and neck, lifted his feet, and slammed down, bringing up the hunting wind and crashing into the swarm of insects in front of him.

With a punch, the insect blocking in front of him was smashed into pieces, and the black dragon's expression changed suddenly, his eyes were round and angry, and he shouted: "Get out of the !!"

The sound spread out, echoing on the walls of flesh in all directions, and in the deep corridor behind the black dragon, there was suddenly some movement.

The Juggernaut controlled that part of the muscle, trying to close it, but a sudden shout of rage interrupted his train of thought, causing him to scream in anger.

The blood of the ancient gods spurted out from the corridor, and the vibration was transmitted to all directions with the successive attacks of the black dragon.

In the perception of the gods, the energy emitted by a huge energy body is rising rapidly.

That's because there was a flame brewing in the black dragon's chest, and at this time, he clenched his teeth, but there was also a flame that burst out between his teeth and squeezed out from the corner of his mouth.

"Roar!!

Finally, the flame erupted, sweeping through the swarm as Cervantes' head turned.

He had just repelled the bugs in front of him when more bugs crowded in other directions, scrambling to give him a funeral.

The blood of the old gods had sensed the scorching heat of the air, and the heat was constantly shifting to its side, and without the slightest hesitation—or rather, it had no clear consciousness to use to 'hesitate'—it scurried in the direction where the black dragon was.

Standing on the top of the Giant Tree Fortress, Latinia clenched her fist, and brilliant holy light bloomed from the 'evil' black dragon.

Cervantes let out a groan of pain involuntarily, and the muscles of his whole body suddenly tensed, and the 'wave' that suddenly rushed towards him suddenly split in two, as if something had hit it, and split into two streams, rushing towards the insects.

The Master's command was blocked in his mind, and before He could give it, the sin was already covering the entire chamber.

That chamber was specially built by him to deal with the black dragon, and only the huge chamber could block the way of the black dragon, so that he could not break through the siege of the swarm.

The corridors and other chambers weren't large enough to hold too many combat units, and it was impossible to stop the black dragon.

As long as he can't stop it, he will wreak havoc in Leviathan's body, destroying the good situation he has managed to get back!

And now—

The swarm was instantly devoured by the blood of the ancient gods, and they couldn't even resist at all.

They can't struggle because they're too weak.

Cervantes stood in the middle of the chamber, gritting his teeth and silently bearing the damage that the Light had inflicted on him.

He grinned and gritted his teeth, and spasms came from all over his body, whether it was muscles or internal organs, if it weren't for his strong will, he would have cried bitterly.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts......"

A hoarse roar seemed to sound from the bottom of the abyss, and Cervantes shook his body like a ghost and walked forward.

Wisps of steam came from his body, proof that he was being harmed by the Light.

As a chaotic and evil black dragon, he has never changed his position, he has never denied that he has had an evil past, and even now, he still feels that he is 'evil'.

The reason why he didn't do evil was that he didn't have a chance, whether it was killing or cheating, he was all at it, he just didn't have the opportunity to use these techniques.

He had not repented of his past—even though he had done a great deal of good—so the Light decided that he was evil and needed to be corrected!

Cervantes stopped abruptly and gasped deeply.

Now, he's pretty much used to the pain!

So, Cervantes raised his head, faced a corridor in front of him, and rushed forward into it.

The surrounding holy light dispelled the blood of the ancient gods that stood in front of him, only to see the soft mud crack open to both sides like a door curtain, revealing the flesh and blood corridor that was blocked by it, and the corridor was crowded with zergs.

The black dragon raised his fists, grinned, and crashed into it.

The flaming fists turned him into an iron chisel, his fists swinging wildly in front of him, his footsteps pushing his body forward, and with the roar of the black dragon, he pierced through the worms that crowded a corridor.

The flames around him could not stop the attack of those insects who were completely unafraid of death, even if one insect could only scratch a claw on him, but there were hundreds of them in this corridor?

Cervantes was dripping with blood, most of the scales were cut, and even the eyelid of his left eye had an open scar, which was almost gouged out.

...... But he was so excited!

He had already turned off the Light, and the sin was surging from behind him, and countless insects were being devoured and digested by it.

The black dragon grinned and strode up to the rushing 'streams' - if in that chamber he was facing a tide of insects, now he was facing nothing more than a trickle, at best a little turbulent.

"Wait a little longer......"

In the process of fighting the insects, the black dragon, whose scales were constantly regenerating, smiled and whispered, "I'll go to your side soon......

"Wait a little longer. ”

The Master's brain seemed to stop working at this moment, and his gaze swept over the black dragon in horror.

The black dragon's target...... Is it Him?!

Raising his hand, he tore a bug in half and threw it away, completely oblivious to the fact that the bug's corpse was still writhing wildly.

Cervantes took another breath, his knees slightly bent, and he leaned forward, his feet touching the ground with only their forepaws, almost falling to the ground.

But at this moment, he mobilized the strength of his limbs and hundreds of bones, and all the power rushed to the sea like a river, converging on the soles of his feet and the ground.

- Bang!

The flesh at Cervantes' feet exploded, and the flames were pulled in the air by the wind, unable to even keep up with him, with only a thin layer clinging to his body.

The black dragon's body was like a sharp knife, and it sliced through the raging insect swarm, and a passage with flying ash and thin flames suddenly appeared in the middle of the insect swarm.

They didn't even react, they were struck by a blazing fire, and they were instantly destroyed.

Endless flames erupted from behind Cervantes, and in his shouts, his speed was boosted to the limit.

The capillaries behind it all burst, because it simply couldn't withstand such a powerful output.

The Lord finally reacted, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart, he didn't know what the black dragon was trying to do, but he felt 'fear' in it—he was actually afraid of the black dragon!

He didn't deny his emotions, because He had no shame to speak of, and everything had to be done for the sake of Himself and His people, and he had to make concessions when necessary.

He began to twist the flesh and blood in Leviathan's body, he didn't know how the black dragon knew where he was, he didn't care, he just wanted the black dragon to stop now, only then would he have a chance to kill him.

...... Damn, how did that black dragon suddenly become a big nuisance?

The Lord suppressed the panic in his heart, he couldn't put too much strength into this black dragon, because there were still three gods and one god to deal with, and he would not use too much strength to deal with that black dragon unless he had to.

Even if that black dragon has become another of his henchmen!

The muscles tangled together in front of him, forming a wall that Cervantes could feel the beating of life behind him, which was getting thicker.

However, it means nothing to him!

"Destroy!" the black dragon shouted angrily, slamming his fist forward, and beneath his fist, the walls of flesh burst open, and flesh splattered backwards, exposing the muscles behind him that had not yet closed, and passed through them, falling to the ground.

“...... Divine power!?" The Lord screamed in disbelief, that black dragon could possibly have 'divine power', and he was not a 'god'!

Cervantes smashed through the wall, the corners of his mouth hooked up in a crazy arc, and shouted: "Big bug, you're in front - I know, you're in front!"

Fear strikes again, drowning the mind of the Juggernaut.

For some reason, He was terrified of this scene.

"Are you ready to die?" asked Cervantes, glaring and gritting his teeth with a nervous smile in his voice, "There is still some distance, how many feet? You know how many feet we are away?"

What is He able to use at this time......

The Lord panicked, but His eight pairs of eyes suddenly lit up.

- Psionics!

Cervantes kept running, the flames propelling his body faster and faster, his cries roaring like the wind, and the sound of maniacal laughter filled all the flesh and blood around him.

“...... Just like that, break his mental defenses!"

That cold voice sounded in his head, and Cervantes had two flames fluttering in his eyes, and he could already feel it—the psionic energy was converging!

He couldn't kill the black dragon with his own psionic powers alone, but what if you count all of his races?!

The eyes of the juggernaut also seem to be dyed with a layer of madness, and the desire to survive is burning in his heart.

Even if the race is destroyed, as long as He is alive, He can form another race, but if He dies...... What does it have to do with Him whether or not that people are destroyed?

- Cervantes Doig Howling Wind, that's the name of the black dragon!

"I, curse you—"