Scattered sparks drifted through the air with the hot wind, the scorching air licking the skin of the cultists, who stood trembling in the ring of fire, surrounded by a vertical burning ring of fire.

They looked around in despair and confusion, why did they deal with such a small character as them, and the Gouging Wind Principality would dispatch a powerful figure like the 'Black Dragon Grand Duke'?

"Baron Rojas...... Right?" Beyond the wall of fire, Cervantes turned his head sideways and looked playfully at the nobleman standing beside him, "Mar Rojas, that's the right name, isn't it?"

Under the gaze of the black dragon, Baron Rojas couldn't help but cough a few times, and his face suddenly turned red.

"Because I'm a long-lived species, I can't understand the short-lived species' view of life, but you're only in your fifties now, why would you do such a thing?" Cervantes raised his eyebrows and said exaggeratedly, "You're a 'mage', it shouldn't be difficult for you to extend your lifespan, right?"

Then, his face suddenly sank, and his smile narrowed, and his gaze gradually turned cold, "Moreover, you were also on our side in the first place, and you should know that Sera would never tolerate this kind of behavior, so why did you even contact the cultists and try to get a way to prolong your life from them?" ”

At this time, the guards of the town hurried over, and after seeing the tall figure with two horns, their hearts trembled, "Your Excellency, Grand Duke?!"

Cervantes ignored it, staring at Baron Rojas with dark yellow pupils, making the nobleman sweat profusely.

Sweaty from the scorching wind, Baron Rojas felt his mouth dry and coughed as if he were going to cough out his internal organs.

Seeing his embarrassed appearance, Cervantes pursed his lips, snapped his fingers, and the ring of fire surrounding the cultists was immediately extinguished, and then without even looking at him, he pointed at the cultists, "Go and arrest them." ”

When they heard that Baron Rojas had been arrested, and suddenly saw an explosion in a corner of the town, they vaguely felt that there was something wrong with it, but now it seems that ...... It's their boss who 'has gone wrong'.

They did not hesitate for a moment, and immediately rushed over after the order of their superiors at the top, threw the cultists who had not yet come to their senses to the ground, and handcuffed the cultists.

“...... Your lord, you don't understand us, so naturally you don't know what we want to live. After the flames were extinguished, Mar Rojas coughed a few more times, and his breathing slowly eased, and after a moment of silence, he spoke hoarsely.

As he spoke, he secretly observed the man a few times, but found that there was no pity in those dark yellow eyes, but all indifference.

With bitterness in his heart, Baron Rojas bowed his head slightly, looked at the back of his wrinkled hand, and recalled his prime, becoming a pawn of the maid Chang'an among the nobles, overturning the entire aristocratic class of the Sorrowful Wind Leader, and beating them to the point that they could no longer turn over.

I have done so many things, and under the leadership of the head maid, I have managed my territory well, breaking through the shackles of my father and ancestors, and successfully making my territory prosperous......

Unfortunately, his ambitions were gradually worn out with the passage of time, and one day, he suddenly woke up to find that he was so old, and his body organs were beginning to age and weaken.

"I really shouldn't have done this...... Baron Rojas sighed, "I thought I had a credit for the great cause of the head maid, so I thought she would turn a blind eye and let me go, but I didn't expect ......"

Before Baron Rojas could finish speaking, Cervantes snorted coldly and interrupted him, "No matter how much credit you have, what you can't touch can't be touched! There are two, there are three, and if Sera allows the meritorious to do these things, then won't the principality be in chaos?"

Baron Rojas's mouth opened, as if he wanted to say something, but the black dragon said impatiently: "You'd better not say anything now, I know you want to explain, but no matter how you explain it, it's useless to use the method of blood sacrifice to please the evil gods, and you want them to help you prolong your life? Are you stupid or what? If pleasing the evil gods is really so useful, why don't the other nobles do that? Do you think they don't know this method, or do you think they are bound by the church and don't dare to do such things?"

Cervantes clasped his hands around and looked coldly at the old man in front of him, and sneered: "You yourself are short-lived, don't you know how much human beings are eager for life? There are so many nobles in this world, do you think you are the only one who dares to do such a thing? Don't be kidding!"

Mar Rojas's face became more and more ugly, and every word of the black dragon was like a knife that stabbed him in the heart and churned inside.

There are so many nobles in this world, and there are many people who are more courageous than him, at least he thinks he is still quite cautious, but why did this happen?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened Baron Rojas became, he always felt as if he had overlooked something, but he couldn't remember it!

Why did he become like this? Is he just worried about dying because he is simply getting old?

But as a mage, he has other ways to extend his lifespan, and he doesn't need to please the evil god at all, this method is very unreliable.

Why, why, why, why......

Countless whys filled his mind, making his brain swell and ache, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his head, he felt like something was about to come out of his head!

Cervantes suddenly stopped tapping the ball of his foot on the ground, his impatience swept away, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Mar Rojas.

He seemed to smell something......

Seeing the bruises in Mar Rojas's hand holding his head bulging, the black dragon couldn't help but lick his lips.

Anyway, even if he is brought back, if it is not the death penalty, it will at least be a life sentence, so it is better to let him contribute his last value here......

Baron Rojas had no time to pay attention to anything else, his brain was like it was filled with something, something, something—

"Ah......h

The old man let out a groan of pain, and his unusual movements attracted the attention of the guards, and even the cultists looked a little surprised.

"You'd better hurry up, if you stay here, you may die!" Cervantes reminded the men without looking back, a happy smile on his face, he hadn't fought enough last time he had fought with the Goddess of Progress!

Although this time the enemy doesn't know how powerful it is, it shouldn't be a legendary-level, probably an ordinary transcendental?

However, at least there is a fight to fight!

His eyes swirled wildly in his sockets, and Baron Rojas breathed rapidly, only to feel the world spinning and his head dizzy.

In the swirling world in front of him, only the black dragon's smile was the most conspicuous, and the only thing he could see clearly now was the black dragon's face.

"Your Lord, Your Lord......" Baron Rojas called briefly, his headache making him feel weak and weak, with only a cane to support his body, and no strength in his legs.

"Help me, help me...... You can save me, right?"

The black dragon's eyes flashed with an evil look, he shook his head slightly, and said softly: "Think about those poor people who were sacrificed by your blood, if I save you, how should I explain to them......?

As he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh.

"You ......"

Mar Rojas's voice stopped abruptly, his mouth wide open, but the voice was choked in his throat.

Suddenly, his head split to the sides, and through the crack in his head, Cervantes could see the bloody muscles and the white skull, and the flower rooted in his brain.

The holy white flowers tore open Mar Rojas's skull from within, exposing his body to the air.

Looking at this scene, Cervantes involuntarily gasped.

Hit the luck!