The fact that the black dragon would fall from the sky on a meteorite was unimaginable to the Arcanists, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that it is unexpected, but it is reasonable!

As long as it can resist the gravity of the earth, then it is not so shocking to fall from the sky on a meteorite - but the question is, how many people in this world can fall vertically from tens of thousands of feet above the ground unscathed?

Not even 'medium divine power' can do it!

If the gods don't bend the rules, then even they can't withstand this kind of damage.

This black dragon is not a god, how can he be unscathed?!

But it is also true that the barrier of the inner city has broken again, and the black dragon, the 'tyrant', has once again descended on the inner city of Wizdem!

Cervantes spread his wings and slowly fell to the ground, the muscles of his whole body were squirming, and the power of nature dealt a devastating blow to his muscles, bones, blood vessels, and even nerves and organs in that instant.

If he hadn't been blessed with a spell before he fell, he might have even died in this 'advent'.

He repaired his wings and back muscles and spine first, which would ensure that he wouldn't die from a 'fall from a height', and then other parts of his body.

All major organs were devastated, the insanity and the bursting blood vessels were only minor problems, and the most important thing was that his bones and muscles were 'shattered'.

The muscles were almost all dissolved, and the bones were completely shattered, and although they were not directly turned into powder, the situation was not much better.

Luckily, his vitality is strong – as strong as a complete 'monster'.

By the time he landed on the ground, he had fully recovered.

The muscles have been restructured, the bones that support the body have been rebuilt, the nerves have been turned back to their original paths, the scars of the blood vessels all over the body have been healed, and there are no more wounds in the limbs.

Quack!

The black dragon moved his stiff joints as he walked forward, crackling and popping from all over his body, and flames rose again.

The water vapor from the soaked military uniforms evaporated instantly, blending into the surrounding rainwater, indistinguishing each other.

Cervantes hummed a tune, adjusting to his 'new body', and when he felt himself had finished, he spread his wings and leaped to his feet at Latinia's anxious urging.

"Arcanist, I'm back!"

A deafening roar rang in Orem's ears, and he stared at the image in front of him with an ugly face.

The black dragon came back again, and they tried their best to drive him out, but they didn't expect him to come back!

On the screen, there was an evil smile on that disgusting face, and as long as he saw this face, Olem couldn't hold back his anger and wanted nothing more than to kill the black dragon.

He was the one who ruined their plans, and if he hadn't made that series of moves, they would have been able to take the fortress and storm the Duchy of Sorrow.

Three sides are fighting at the same time, even they are under tremendous pressure, but at this time, this black dragon still comes out to stir up the situation!

Dragons are a race that makes people feel disgusted and angry!

However, they can't do it yet......

"Hold on!" Orem commanded, clenching his staff tightly.

How to hold on?

The black dragon had already shown enough strength to defeat them just now, and he should still be determined to carry out the 'decapitation tactic', wanting to take them down directly.

The black dragon wasn't stupid, he should have known how difficult it was to defeat them, and the fact that he was still in front of their eyes showed that he still had enough strength to defeat them—

"!" Orem grimaced and cursed.

Even if it is a god, it is difficult to continue the high-intensity battle, and this black dragon is not a god, and there is no divine power reserve, how can he still have the power to fight until now?

Could it be that a 'magic energy furnace' has been installed in his body?

Orem's face was gloomy, whether the black dragon had a magic furnace or something installed, he was already in front of them, which meant that the battle was still going on.

They have the support of three elemental furnaces, as long as Jacques can wake up early, they still have three great arcanists on their side, no matter how powerful that black dragon is, it is impossible to defeat three with one.

However, Jacques had no signs of waking up, and after thinking about it, all they could do now was wait for the battle on the battlefield ahead to end.

The Goddess of Wealth's Divine Legion may be powerful, but they are also confident in the 'beasts' they have created.

As long as they can hold back this black dragon, then it will only be a matter of time before the border of the Principality of Sorrowful Wind falls.

Olem snorted coldly and raised his staff, "Magic cannonball, salvo!"

Since the energy supply system had already been repaired, why would they leave the central tower and fight the black dragon? That wasn't the way the caster fought!

Under the control of the arcanists, the shield that was upside down above the three mage towers suddenly split into dozens of round spheres, which contained surging magic.

The arcane missile, whose energy level had increased dozens of times, suddenly fired a volley, dragging the afterimage towards the black dragon.

Cervantes flapped his wings and flew up and down nimbly, quickly navigating between the Arcane Missiles, however, he had already been locked onto by the Arcane Missiles, and after he swept by, the Mana Condensation reversed direction, drew a half-arc in the air, and chased after him.

The black dragon spread its wings and flew towards the three mage towers, but just before he could get closer, a little light suddenly lit up in front of him, and he tilted his head to dodge, only to see a ray of light brush his cheeks, vaporizing a few strands of hair on his sideburns.

The eyeballs quickly turned in their sockets, and they saw more than a dozen rays of light blooming on the barrier at the same time.

Cervantes's figure disappeared in an instant, and more than a dozen rays staggered and fell into the air.

And the arcane missiles that arrived in a hurry directly collided with the barrier and reintegrated into it, but when the black dragon reappeared, he seemed to have become a strong gravitational star in the universe, and when he looked up, countless arcane missiles were overwhelmingly converging towards him.

Cervantes took a breath, leaned back, flicked his wings, and fell to the ground.

Before he could hit the ground, he spun around and stretched his wings so hard that the currents of air that swept beneath him lifted him up and glided just a few feet above the ground.

Boom Boom Boom Boom ......

An unknown number of explosions rang out behind him, and arcane missiles bombarded the land of the inner city, once again destroying the already dilapidated ruins.

Seeing the images on the screen, the arcanists' hearts twitched, and even if they were anxious, they could only insist on the orders of the Grand Arcanist.

It is also unknown if their families hid in the basement as they were told...... By now, their hatred for the black dragon had become thicker and deeper.

If it weren't for the black dragon, if it weren't for him, they wouldn't have to worry about this at all, and their families wouldn't have been harmed at all!

- They're just here to get back what is rightfully theirs!

The black dragon's wings slammed into the ground, sending him into the sky, his body spinning in the air, facing the magical land behind him.

Countless arcane missiles exploded, and the magic power was re-released, and the ownerless energy gathered together to form a crystal clear magical 'lake'.

Cervantes raised his head, his diaphragm throbbed, the air swelled, the dragon's lungs expanded dramatically, he opened his mouth, swallowed the 'lake' in his belly, and drank it all.

Countless missiles were coming at him, but by this time, he had nothing to fear.

The flames were brewing in the lungs, and the flames that lingered around him swelled again.

The surging flames burned the atmosphere, and before the missiles in the sky could fall on his body, they had already been destroyed by the high temperature and dissociated in an instant.

Flames surged through the black dragon's throat, and even as he gritted his teeth, restless flames erupted from between his teeth.

He lowered his head and looked at the three mage towers, barely squeezing out a sinister smile on his face, and suddenly opened his mouth and let out a roar.

"Roar!!

The spurting flames pierced through the rain curtain and exploded across the barrier, bursting with flames that spread in all directions and burst again.

Cervantes flapped his wings, unleashed a fierce wind, and slammed his fist into the barrier, laughing as it cracked.

Then, the tide roared and the electric switch turned into a thousand fists!

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