The Flame Dragon City, located in the depths of the Dragon Territory, is even more mysterious than the Holy See's holy mountain.

Even many ordinary people think that the Flame Dragon City and the Dragon Clan are just legends, after all, dragons rarely walk in the world, and even if they appear, they are basically in human form.

Except for the core characters of all forces, ordinary people think that the dragon clan is just the villain of the knight novel.

If the Holy See is the overlord of the human race, it can be called a well-deserved big boss on the continent of San Cassis.

Then the dragon clan is the existence at the top of the food chain on the continent of San Cassis.

Even the Holy See's holy mountain has to rely on the breath of the Flame Dragon City, and it is offered every year.

And as an ally and big brother, Dragon City will also send three dragons to guard the holy mountain.

The dragon clan, cultivating to the fourth order, can transform into a human form.

There are only dragons, who can use magic attacks without chanting spells, and the dragon flames mixed with various elements are not at all comparable to the single spells of elemental users, or the single spells of sacrificial demon pets.

The two are not one power, let alone one level.

A bite of dragon flame is comparable to a large-area elemental attack spell.

A single spell is good to kill at most one enemy.

In addition to the use of magical elements, the dragon's huge size and strong hand-to-hand combat ability are all racial advantages.

Moreover, dragon magic is also the only kind of magic that cannot be used by foreign races.

The dragon clan, like a combination of a mage and a fighting warrior, inherits the advantages of both, plus the huge size, it can be said to be the most perfect fighting race.

There are many legends about the Dragons and the Flame Dragon City.

But most of them are recorded in undocumented wild histories.

But in these wild histories, one of the most detailed records of the dragon clan is the sixth-order dragon with the blood of the ancient dragon clan, Cliff Owen.

Cliff Owen, the sixth-order dragon in the wild history, is a representative figure who has resisted the Demon Burning Legion for thousands of years.

Not to mention proficient in a variety of lineage magic, and there is ancient dragon blood in his body.

You must know that most of the current dragons are the product of inbreeding, but Cliff Owen is different.

Because Conslet came from the Holy See, he knew that Cliff Owen did not exist in myths or legends, and that there were people, and that they still exist on the continent of St. Cassis, but only a few people know about it.

The sixth-order dragon Clive Owen is known as the generational guardian of the Flame Dragon City.

It was also one of the three dragons that founded Flame Dragon City thousands of years ago, and it was the only sixth-order dragon alive.

If the fourth-order dragon is comparable to a mage, then the fifth-order dragon will not be inferior in the face of a saint-level archmage.

And don't forget, this is just a competition for the level of the magic element, and it has already excluded the dragons' extremely strong hand-to-hand combat abilities, and it doesn't take into account the dragons' racial talents.

The fifth-order dragon is comparable to the holy level, so the sixth-order dragon should not exist in this world.

Because perhaps except for the gods, any race and no one on the continent is as powerful as him.

If you look at a sixth-order dragon with a non-strict eye, then he is no different from a god.

In this world, there are only fewer people who know about the existence of Cliff Owen, and three of them have some connection with the Holy See's holy mountain.

One is the Grand Pope Monrosa, the other is Albert, the Space Saint Rank Albert, who is known as the strongest person in the continent, and the last one is the handsome old man Conslet, who looked shocked at this time.

The reason why the Great Pope Menrosa knew about his existence was because he was the religious leader of the Terran race, and he had been willing to pay tribute to the Flame Dragon City, and the main reason for his willingness was because the Flame Dragon City also had a sixth-order dragon, Cliff Owen.

The Flame Dragon City and the Holy See can be said to be allies and help each other, and after each generation of Great Pope succeeds to the throne, they will go to Dragon City to meet this sixth-order dragon, and after knowing its existence, they will correct their position and attitude.

And Albert was able to know the existence of the sixth-order dragon, purely because of chance, decades ago, he broke into the Flame Dragon City with the rank of a magister, using space spells, and was not afraid of the siege of many dragons in Dragon City at all, because he couldn't beat it, he could still run, after all, the advantage of space spells was there, and few people majored in space magic, let alone dragons.

Perhaps because Albert was so rampant, Cliff Owen appeared, and Cliff Owen, who appeared in Terran form, has mastered almost all known genealogy of magic for thousands of years, not to mention the spatial system.

So Albert was sad.

If it weren't for Albert's affiliation with the Holy Mountain, if it weren't for the fact that the Great Pope had spoken to Cliff Owen about Albert.

Maybe Albert couldn't have run away just because he was seriously injured, and he didn't know that it was Cliff Owen's men who showed mercy, if he did his best, how could there be the strongest space system saint in the continent today.

As for Conslet, he hadn't seen Cliff Owen, but he had heard of this sixth-order dragon in the demon plane.

Cliff Owen, like the handsome old man, is a veteran traveler.

Maybe there is no opponent on the continent of St. Cassis, after the Burning Legion of the Demon Race retreated to the Demon Plane, this sixth-order dragon also tore through the cracks in the plane, and ran to the Demon Race to make waves if there was nothing to do.

Even Conslet regarded him as an idol and role model, believing that this dragon was indeed a model for my generation.

Because with the strength of the handsome old man, after entering the plane of the demon race, he is low-key, after all, it is a high demon plane, not to mention the countless strong people, and the success rate is also fast, and he is a demon knight who has mastered a few spells.

But the sixth-order dragon is not the same as the handsome old man, Cliff Owen is blatantly pulling open the dimensional crack, and then swaggering on the plane of the demons, when he is in a good mood, he becomes the appearance of the demons, and ruthlessly kills several high-level demons, if he is in a bad mood, he directly becomes a dragon posture, spews a few mouthfuls of dragon fire and burns one hundred and eighty demons and then returns to the St. Cassis continent.

It's not that no one in the demon clan can subdue Cliff Owen, the problem is that if you go head-to-head, the demon clan estimates that no one has a chance of winning, if you want to besiege, is there so much time, this sixth-order dragon is not stupid, it is impossible to wait for the demon clan to find all the people to fight the wheel battle.

On the Continent of St. Cassis, no one has killed more demons than Cliff Owen, and no one knows more about demons than this sixth-order dragon.

When it comes to Cliff Owen's cultivation, on the continent of St. Cassis, it can almost be said that he can do whatever he wants, and he can kill whoever he wants, he is the veritable strongest man in the continent, Albert can't even compare to his dragon claws, even the Great Pope Monrosa.

Conslet grabbed Ellen's shoulders tightly, he had previously scoffed at the title of Son of Chaos, and everyone said that Eren was extremely capable of messing with trouble, and he also felt a bit nonsense.

But he's experienced it firsthand today, and Eren is a broom star.

Sitting in a closed house, this is roughly what it means that disaster comes from heaven.

As soon as Beamon was driven out of the Great Wasteland, the sixth-order dragon actually came to the door, and Alan showed hostility towards Cliff Owen beyond his means.

He didn't know if Alan was the son of chaos, but the handsome old man knew that this guy must have been able to be the uncrowned king of the death world, he recognized the second, and no one dared to admit the first.

"Cliff Owen?" Seeing the handsome old man's appearance as if he was facing a great enemy, Allen smiled and asked, "Did you stab the knife in?" ”

The handsome old man wanted to kill Alan directly with a magic wand, how fucking bold and self-defeating, and he still dared to speak wildly.

"Shut up!" The handsome old man pulled Alan behind him, didn't even dare to summon the magic element shield, and walked straight to the expressionless Cliff Owen and said respectfully: "Junior Conslet, Bloodhoof Chief Alan, he doesn't know your prestige, and he has conflicted with you, please don't be surprised." ”

The handsome old man had to breathe in a low voice, the other party hated the demons well, but in his eyes, ordinary people were no different from ants.

"Conslet?" Cliff Owen said with a smile: "You are practicing dark magic, more than ten years ago, you had a sneak attack on a demon seraphim knight in the demon plane, right?" ”

Conslet nodded, acquiescing.

"There aren't many Terran magicians with guts these days." Cliff Owen beckoned to Conslet.

Conslet hurriedly walked up to Cliff Owen, his head bowed, and he was extremely respectful.

Cliff Owen gently patted the handsome old man on the shoulder, like an elder praising a junior.

"Alright, you can step aside." After Cliff Owen finished speaking, he looked at Allen: "Originally, for hundreds of years, I have never left Dragon City except for traveling to other planes, and now I have come to this ancient battlefield just to see if my dragon holy beast is in the world, but you, a guy like an ant, have made me angry." ”

Alan didn't speak, and the handsome old man kept glaring at him.

Cliff Owen slowly walked towards Alan, his lips just squirmed slightly, Eren suddenly felt that the ancient magic elements in his body began to drain rapidly, and his body was like being pinched by an invisible palm in his throat, and the whole person rose into the air and slowly flew towards Cliff Owen.

Seeing the other party's move, the warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe moved.

Nearly a hundred crossbow bolts and armor-piercing heavy arrows flew towards Cliff Owen.

Seeing that Cliff Owen was about to be pierced by ten thousand arrows, Alan was horrified to find that time seemed to stand still.

Countless crossbow arrows and bows remained in the air, and the arrows still shimmered with a dazzling sheen.

The handsome old man had a long mouth, as if he wanted to chant a spell, but his body was motionless, and the green tendons on his forehead looked terrifying.

Thackeray and Mon Rui, the four fighting warriors, had already jumped into the air and raised their weapons, but their bodies stopped in the air.

The horned python spread its two small wings, revealing two sharp fangs, and it seemed that it wanted to jump up and bite Cliff Owen, but unfortunately its body did not move at all.

"Domain power, space still?" Alan was shocked, but he couldn't break free from the invisible shackles on his body.

Eren slowly floated in front of the sixth-order dragon Cliff Owen.

Cliff Owen looked at him contemptuously and asked, "Do you want to know why I'm angry?" ”

"Because... I seduced your mother? ”

"There are three reasons, one of them, the demon dragon is also a branch of my dragon clan, although it is cursed by the dragon god, but after all, it is also my clan, you dare to eat its young eggs, you simply don't know whether to live or die." After Cliff Owen finished speaking, his thin hand tapped the center of Allen's eyebrows.

Allen was like a lightning strike, his whole body trembled, and he was covered in cold sweat.

"Second, not to mention whether the fierce beast in your mouth is a holy beast of our clan, you treat it as a pet, which is a great disrespect to my dragon clan."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cliff Owen tapped Allen's chest again with his thin fingers.

Alan spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his internal organs burned like flames.

"Third, the destruction of the third-order fire dragon of our clan, being so humiliated by you, pumping its blood and peeling its scales, do you think it will be counted like this?" Cliff Owen stretched out his palm, only to see a cloud of silver light burst from his palm.

Alan's heart was beating wildly, and he knew this magical element and spell.

Space is a magical element!

When Albert was on the Holy Mountain, he summoned this silver ball of light to fight with everyone.

Alan knew that once he was touched by it, there was a probability that he would be thrown into the interlayer of another space, and he would wander in the void forever.

Moreover, the silver ball of light floating on Cliff Owen's palm, like substance, was obviously countless times stronger than Albert's knockoff.

Seeing that the silver ball of light was about to touch Allen's chest, a soft sound sounded from behind Allen.

Cliff Owen frowned and looked behind him over Allen.