The flames drummed behind the black dragon, and the flickering light of the fire fell over Cervantes' shoulders and fell to the ground, reflecting his dark face.

Standing with his back straight, his feet slightly apart, the barrier in front of him broke a large hole, and the heavy shards broke off from the crack and fell, but before they could fall to the ground, they had already turned into a cloud of light and scattered.

With a wicked smile on his lips, the black dragon stepped along, and with boundless fear enveloped the hearts of the Arcanists.

They looked at the virtual screen floating in front of them with grim faces, and in the picture, every time the black dragon took a step, it seemed to step on their hearts, and unconsciously, their breathing rate followed the slow pace of the black dragon.

Flames flowed over the upturned floating earth, climbing up the stone bricks mixed in the dirt and wrapping them around, gradually penetrating all the land beyond the three mage towers.

The vapor of the evaporated water fluttered beside Cervantes, moving slowly forward with him.

At this time, Cervantes walked slowly, but he squeezed the air around him, causing the billowing clouds of smoke to flow backwards and disappear into the rain.

At this moment, the air became extremely heavy, enough to instantly crush a house's gravity fell on the black dragon, but he was calm and calm, his expression was still the same, but the sneer and contempt in his eyes became more intense and obvious.

His footsteps left one deep mark after another on the ground, and Cervantes continued to approach the three mage towers.

A feeling of 'powerlessness' rose from the hearts of the Arcanists—they had never encountered an enemy as the Black Dragon, who made them feel so 'inexplicable'!

Invincible, tough, vigorous, and powerful, he is also a 'master of battle', even if he is completely prepared, it will be difficult to deal with him.

Before they were ready to return to the world of Assatom, they had prepared everything, but after they returned, they suddenly found that facts and intelligence were completely different things, and the battle plan they had formulated based on intelligence had been shattered by the black dragon's fist before they could implement it.

Since their return, everything has not gone well, and in the final analysis, the main reason is this black dragon!

...... However, they were helpless.

Even if they can summon the wind and rain, create items out of thin air, and even use the Elemental Furnace to solidify them, they just need too much energy to use, and they can't use them at all...... But even if they are almost omnipotent, they are helpless when faced with that black dragon.

They could indeed kill the black dragon at the cost of the destruction of the inner city, but could they pay that price?

But if they didn't pay such a heavy price, it would be difficult for them to kill the black dragon, and even if they wanted to 'banish' him, it was not a simple matter.

As early as after entering Wizdem, the black dragon had already 'anchored' itself in this world, and if he wanted to exile him, he first needed to destroy a large area of space and banish that space from this world with him - but that would lead to a counterattack in the world, and it was more likely that some monsters hidden in the sea of stars would be detected and attract those monsters.

This black dragon alone is hard enough to deal with, plus other monsters?

Moreover, the woman's soul was already tied to the soul of the black dragon, and even if he was banished, it would only be a matter of time before he returned.

With his strength, it is not difficult to survive in the sea of stars!

Olem grimaced, four fingers of his right hand flicking on the staff, his eyes falling on the black dragon trying to put pressure on them, and he seriously thought about what to do next.

Originally, it was enough for them to 'put down roots' here, and that was all they had to do in the first place.

However, during the attack on the Principality of Sorrowful Wind, many problems arose, which eventually led to the current situation from which it is difficult to return.

Time cannot be turned back, they must solve this problem now, otherwise it is a question of whether they can save their lives, let alone take root.

Their 'beasts' are attacking the borders of the Principality of Sorrowful Wind, and the black dragon can easily get rid of those monsters after they are dealt with, but if they are dealt with first, it is a question of whether they can be solved.

Therefore, the black dragon's 'focus' is the threat to the Principality of the Wailing Wind, if it is a greater threat to the Principality of the Wailing Wind, then he will take the lead in solving something, and then go to resolve the remaining crises.

In this way, it is not difficult to divert his attention......

Olem blinked, the light in his eyes flowing, and then his figure flickered, and suddenly appeared in front of the black dragon.

When Cervantes saw him, he immediately frowned, tilted his head, suddenly tightened the five fingers of his hands, bent his knees slightly, kicked on the ground, and appeared in front of the Grand Arcanist.

Slammed through the air in front of him, his left fist brushed against the hem of Orem's shirt and swung at his chin just as he raised his staff.

A badge worn on his chest burst into light, and a shield jumped out, flicking the black dragon's arm to the side.

Cervantes spun around, and his right leg slashed through the air in a crooked arc towards Orem's head.

The Grand Arcanist took a deep breath, invisible resentment spilling out of his body, and many illusory hands poked out of his chest and abdomen, and then all of them clasped his 'silhouette' and 'tore open' his body—a pitch-black void appeared between his chest and abdomen.

A long-brewing shockwave shot out of the hole, and Cervantes's eyes widened, but before he could react, he was engulfed in the black light.

At this moment, Olem raised his other hand, and the breath of death appeared in this world through the barrier between the main material plane and the underworld.

When that dark palm appeared in this world, the wind rippling in the torrential rain was 'dead'!

The 'wind' did not disappear because of this, but lost its 'voice', 'body' and 'influence', as if it had been transported to another world and had no connection with this world.

There was no contact with the world, but Cervantes could clearly feel the presence of the gust of wind.

The breath of death spreads, not only the wind blowing, but also the droplets of water that fall to the ground.

The turbid trickle passed by Cervantes, and was instantly evaporated by the high temperature, turning into water vapor and returning to the world, and it was because of this that it regained its 'vitality'.

"Death is a 'concept', not only life has the concept of 'death', but even dead things have the concept of 'death'. ”

Olem stretched out two fingers with a blank face, "When your vitality is gone, when others lose their knowledge of you, this is a sign of 'death', but unfortunately, no matter what kind of death, I can't impose it on you - because you are too strong!"

Cervantes was silent, he was looking for a moment, otherwise it would have been difficult to get rid of the Grand Arcanist.

"But even if you're strong, you're just a 'person' after all!"

Hearing this, the black dragon held his breath with an ugly face, he had realized what the Grand Arcanist wanted to do.

- Stalling for time!

In front of a mage tower, a magical condensation containing violent energy suddenly condensed, and without any warning, it suddenly appeared in front of the mage tower.

The wings behind the black dragon suddenly spread out, and he roared angrily in the sky, but Olem glared and raised his hand to the black dragon in front of him.

The crimson light flickered in the air and chiseled into Cervantes's head, causing his soul to boil instantly.

- [Finger of Death]!

A torrent of magic erupted, and a stream of brilliant rays pierced the sky.

The figure of the black dragon disappeared in place, hooking up with a punch, colliding with the bursting ray.

"And we, we are an empire. ”