The head of the tyrannical god was the first to touch the earth, and the 'fragile' bones shattered before they could barely support it for a second.

Cervantes strangled the evil god to the ground, squeezing every muscle and drop of blood in his body, the magic still surging in his veins, and the divine power filled every part of his body.

The sheer force shattered the earth again, scattering dust in the air, and the brilliance of the two divine powers collided in the air, bursting out with even greater power.

The shameless black dragon's face was full of smiles, but the smile that was distorted was especially hateful in the eyes of the tyrannical god.

Time was dappled between stagnant dust and atmosphere, light and shadow, and small flames once again ignited from the dragon's body, and the nearly exhausted power was once again awakened from his body.

The anger burned the evil god's mind because he saw the flames - they represented that the black dragon had not used all his strength, and had been hiding his power!

At this moment, the power that erupted in Cervantes's body seemed to have become the hammer of victory or defeat in the battle, however, he was facing a 'true god'!

This is his ...... The last divine power!

"Ah!!h

The tyrannical god roared, and the surging divine power in his body gushed out, and a shockwave slammed into the black dragon's body, knocking it out fiercely.

Cervantes, who was knocked away, flew some distance in the air and landed on the ground, his body rolling on the ground in embarrassment, and finally stopped with all his strength.

At this time, the black dragon's chest was already a blur of flesh and blood, and he gasped for air as he stared at his eyes.

He didn't waste any more energy and divine power to repair the wound in his chest, because he had little strength left, and he couldn't continue to waste it.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, he struggled to his feet, and at the same time looked up to see the tyrannical god slam his fists on the ground and leap from the ground.

The evil god leaned slightly, looked down at his armor that was already full of cracks and was on the verge of shattering, and did not waste any more divine power to repair it.

This black dragon ...... Very strong!

The tyrannical god threw away his shield and flail, and a long-handled warhammer reappeared in his hand.

Now, no matter who has only the power of the 'final blow' left, they can only take the final blow.

So it doesn't matter if he still has 'defense' or not, and every time he carries out 'execution', he uses a 'war hammer' - this time, it will not be an exception!

Cervantes took a deep breath, the maid had already told him just now that he only had 'thirty seconds' left, and in half a minute, [Time Standstill] would disappear, so he had to kill the tyrannical god within these thirty seconds, and then go and kill those two legendary mages as well!

The evil one can never comprehend the evil of the fellow 'evil one', and does not need to understand it......

As enemies, both the dragon and the god want nothing more than to kill each other!

Cervantes drew the 'long sword' hanging from his waist, which is the will of this 'nation', which comes from the hearts of all the people, who beg the rulers for 'safety' and 'happiness', as long as they can eat two meals a day and eat white bread......

They don't expect anything from it, because they went through those dark years, something that no child can experience today.

But they also believe that the country's current rulers will lead them to a better life.

"But you want to ruin it all......" Cervantes glared at the evil god and cursed in a low voice.

At this moment, the figures of the god and the dragon disappeared in place at the same time, and then suddenly appeared in the open space between the two.

The long sword and the war hammer break through the atmosphere, containing endless killing intent.

Anger and hatred condense into one, silent, yet passionate!

Boom –

At that moment, the air suddenly erupted with two overlapping roars, two clouds that spread outward at the same time and stopped in time, and the blade of the longsword slashed at the handle of the warhammer, between the hands of the tyrannical god.

The evil god's pupils shrank, his face changed drastically, and he felt the faint power on the handle of the hammer, but it was too late to stop it.

Seeing that the long sword was swinging away, Cervantes's body turned around with the help of this powerful force, the war hammer grazed the right side of the black dragon's face, and the strong wind tore off a large scale, but that's all!

The tyrannical god looked sideways slightly, and saw a dragon claw growing in his vision, that powerful force—not only the power of the black dragon, but also his own strength!

He seemed to see something, remembered something, but it was as if he hadn't seen anything, hadn't remembered anything, and his mind went blank.

"Go-"

In the ears of the tyrannical god, the black dragon's voice suddenly lengthened, but it didn't react at all, just watched the fist keep approaching in his eyes.

"Dead !!"

That's all he has left!

With a roar of rage, Cervantes' fist slammed into the tyrannical god's skull, sending the god's body flying violently.

After landing, it bounced up again, outlining a deep ravine on the ground!

The long sword in his hand turned into a point of light and scattered, and the black dragon stood in place and gasped.

It was already a blur in front of him, and the tyrannical god was lying on the ground weakly, and he no longer had the strength to struggle to get up.

This time, he lost completely, very completely.

Because of his pride as a god, he didn't choose to delay time, wait until the effect of [Time Stand Still] was gone, and wait for that legendary spell to be activated, killing everyone in that city and providing him with divine power.

He chose to go head-to-head with the black dragon because he firmly believed that the black dragon could not be his opponent!

But he was wrong, the black dragon was far more powerful than he imagined, and he didn't know how it became so powerful......

The light and shadow of the past flashed in front of the eyes of the tyrannical god, and he seemed to see the experiences of himself in the past, whether it was the experience of struggling to survive under the pursuit, or the experience of trying to become a god by any means necessary, all appeared in front of him.

He wanted to keep looking, because he hadn't remembered the past for a long time, but no, he was getting more and more sleepy.

Although his consciousness was quite vague, the tyrannical god knew that he was going to 'die', and he would never wake up from this sleep.

But he didn't care, there was nothing to regret in his life, even if it was because of his recklessness and arrogance that he had died this time—he had never regretted it!

It's a choice he made on his own, so he won't regret it.

Therefore, he will not feel sorry for the people and things that he once slaughtered.

He knew very well that he was 'evil', he was excited about killing, he was excited about mistreating others, and he was intoxicated by the pleasure that came from the bottom of his heart.

He was sleepy......

The tyrannical god slowly closed his blurred eyes, and his eyes were plunged into darkness, but his ears could still hear the sound - he heard the sound of the black dragon walking slowly.

He forced himself to open his eyelids and saw that the black dragon had walked to his side.

"I'm going to ......" The corner of the tyrannical god's mouth opened slightly, using the last of his strength, and whispered, "Kill ......"

Cervantes stomped his left foot on the god's head, and before he could finish his sentence, he smashed the huge head with a blank face.

The dragon will never understand why the evil gods are so evil and why they want to destroy the country, they are enemies anyway, and there is not so much reason to want to kill each other.

You just need to know that they all want to kill each other, and they want to completely destroy each other from the physical level to the spiritual level to the soul level!

"Next, it's time to deal with those two wastes!"

After glancing at the body at his feet and making sure he was completely dead, Cervantes whispered a word and turned to leave.