Deal with that black dragon or deal with the Principality of the Howling Winds?

This choice is not difficult to make.

"Jacques, you're too angry with that black dragon. A voice as warm as jade sounded in Jacques's ears, and then he saw that the orders he had given before were covered in all his words.

Jacques's face quickly darkened, and the voice continued: "I know that Orem's death has a great impact on you, but now is not the time to blame yourself, that black dragon is only part of the target, not the whole thing. Killing that black dragon is not our goal, it is just a means, a process.

"The destruction of the Duchy of Sorrow, the Kingdom of Kurt, and the Kingdom of Koloh is our mission and purpose. ”

Even if it loses the ability to provide a barrier for the outer city, the walls of the outer city still have the function of receiving magic and building 'shelling'.

The three elemental furnaces roared in unison, playing the prelude to the movement of destruction, and the arcanists whispered in unison, activating one spell matrix after another, and the lines of magic that converged on the walls shone brightly, from the roots to the trunk to the branches and leaves, like a towering tree suddenly rising from the ground.

From the ground to the walls, from the Central Tower to the Outer City, the surging magic lit up the city, and Cervantes and Ziegler felt the movement of the floating city at the same time.

The legends on the battlefield frowned, and they couldn't help but look sideways, the 'breath' of destruction and death was coming from the direction of the floating city.

Jacques's lips twitched, but he eventually closed his mouth, only with a more somber expression.

Ziegler tilted his head, looked at the three legends in front of him and pouted helplessly, and sighed: "Rena, god mode." ”

The puppet girl who was fighting with the three legends suddenly stopped, her head drooped slightly, and countless scorching steam suddenly erupted from the cracks in the joints, and the magic power condensed behind her into a glow wheel, and even the magic flowing under the ground could not resist the puppet girl's extraction.

The 'Magic Vacuum' appeared just in time, and it was noticed by the arcanists, who immediately paid attention to it.

Because of its obvious characteristics, the Grand Arcanists thought of the 'hidden project' that disappeared at a glance.

"God-killing puppets?!"

The godhead of the plague god fell into his chest, and the virtual soul captured a touch of divinity from it, and when the godhead merged into the soul, the rank of the puppet girl began to climb continuously.

The aura of the gods suddenly appeared and poured out into the entire battlefield, and the battle avatars of the three gods looked up in amazement, "Plague God, isn't he dead?"

Like a pair of ruby eyes, Ziegler picked up a cigarette and grinned.

Reaching out and flicking the rune aura that lingered around him, several characters were ejected, turning into huge fireballs in the air, drawing several arcs, bypassing the puppet girl, and flying towards the three legends.

With only a slight hesitation, the Arcanists once again evoked the wind and snow, the water elemental condensed, the wind elemental swirled, and the storm swept in.

The black dragon and the red dragon took a deep breath at the same time, the scorching breath swirled in their lungs, the cold air beside them warmed up, and the two dragons were far apart, even facing each other, but they made the same choice at the same moment.

The legends and transcendents of the Arcane Empire set out to attack Ziegler and Cervantes with a clear purpose.

But at this moment, the two dragons turned back in unison, and the flames brewing in their throats suddenly erupted, and the dragon's roar resounded throughout the city, and two cone-shaped dragon breaths that erupted violently covered the earth, like an hourglass, enveloping everyone.

No one expected this to happen – no one knew how they had done this tacit behavior without any communication!

However, the condensation of magic power did not stop, and the magic energy bombardment was ready.

"Fire!" a loud shout burst into the minds of the sluggish arcanists, waking them up.

A slender finger like a green onion suddenly plucked the strings of magical power, causing the mighty tide of magic to freeze for a moment.

The Arcanists' operations then stopped, as they suddenly found themselves confined to the inner city, albeit only for a moment, but enough to disintegrate the condensation of magical energy.

Normally, this situation would not be possible, and even a powerful divine power would not be able to affect their operations, but when a 'god' infiltrates the inner city, the situation is completely different!

The puppet girl was suspended thirty feet above the ground, her indifferent eyes shimmering with divine brilliance, and a gray-green aura symbolizing the 'plague' slowly swirled behind her.

[Deity (Plague) Mode, Activated].

The Grand Arcanists frowned and stared at the scene on the screen, on the first day of their return, they had found the research base where the 'God-Slayer Puppet' was located, and also found some remaining materials, but the God-Slayer Puppet that should have been dormant was nowhere to be found.

Gods outside of the Assatom clan are not so talkative, and if they find out that they are working on something like 'god-killing puppets', the empire may be wanted and hunted down.

In addition, the development of the god-killing puppet has reached the end, and before leaving, they took the heart of the god-killing puppet and left it into a dormant state waiting for the return of the empire.

This was supposed to be a weapon they used against the gods, but they didn't expect it to fall into the hands of the Principality of Sorrowful Winds.

"God-killing puppet, come back!"

Jacques made an attempt, and they had already become enemies anyway, and it would be good if they could get the god-killing puppets back to their side, and even if they couldn't, there would be no pity.

The raging blizzard extinguished the blazing fire, and Cervantes and Ziegler's sinister smiles were once again exposed to the eyes of the people, causing the arcanists' hearts to beat wildly.

They each faced their enemies, most of the legends and transcendents of the Arcane Empire blackened, the howling wind whistling up ashes and blowing away the stench that lingered in place.

Even if they were prepared in advance, the armor and clothing on their bodies could resist and even absorb a certain degree of high temperature, however, the temperature of the two dragon breaths had already exceeded that upper limit.

The molten iron gradually cooled and solidified in the cold wind, and the figures of the two abysses stood at the limit of their line of sight, and even the senseless immortals and legends jumped with a trace of fear in their hearts.

Rena slowly raised her right hand, and the light wheel behind her suddenly unfolded, blooming in all directions, and a brilliant and dazzling flower grew in the air.

Jacques heard two sighs, and the three great arcanists paused in unison to put down their staffs, and the magic patterns suddenly spread on the mage tower, and the arcanists chanted in a low voice, and the air in front of the mage tower suddenly rippled, and invisible forces collided with each other, and the atmosphere rippled instantly.

A roar filled the pinna, sound waves beat the eardrums like a tidal wave, and the plague crept in.

The legend was unscathed, but some of the transcendents struggled to survive this conflict, and they cried out with their heads unaware, unaware that the germs in their bodies had spread, and Cervantes took the opportunity to act.

And pointed as a sword, and pointed at the doors of the heads of those transcendental, piercing the skull, shattering the brain.

When the black dragon passed by them, without exception, they were all turned into corpses!

Divine power and magic collided, the three elemental furnaces were running at full speed, and the elemental annihilation reaction continued to occur, and magic power was constantly squeezed out of it.

The aftermath of the conflict between the gods and mortals has enveloped the entire inner city, the ruins of the broken walls have been blown up by the shock wave, and the heavy pressure has fallen on everyone, only the black dragon looks up to the sky and laughs, step by step, wandering among those transcendental.

At this moment, Harvey, another great arcanist, suddenly frowned, looking at the black dragon, he remembered something.

If the cooperation between the black dragon and the red dragon before was out of tacit understanding, then before that, what about another time?

It can't be a 'tacit understanding', right?

There must have been some communication between them, but when did it happen, and how did it happen?

If he remembered correctly, the black dragon couldn't use spells, and the relationship with the red dragon wasn't very good......

The texture of the world became a magnificent data and surfaces, lines, and points in a pair of eyes, and when she raised her right hand and held it at the floating city, it was as if the whole world was held in her hands.

"Edith, Latinea, let's go!"