The soles of Cervantes' feet were clasped to the ground, and his waist and abdomen were forced, and he got up straight from the ground.

Stretching his arms and chest, he moved his aching body and gasped.

The tattered wings hung behind him, and several cracks appeared on them, although he would be healed in a while, but he still had to fight, how could the overlord of the sky do without wings?

The breath flows between the muscles and the blood vessels, spreading its wings in an effort to straighten the muscles, and under the urging of the qi, the broken muscles and nerves are reunited.

Shaking the sand off his body, Cervantes looked up at the sky and suddenly sighed.

Unscathed...... The swordsman's pupils suddenly dilated, like falling into an ice cave, and the chill spread all over his body.

His stiff gaze stared at the black dragon who had just risen from the ravine, and his heart suddenly began to tremble.

Why...... Why can't you even hurt him?!

Cervantes' muscles breathed all over his body, slowly melting away the bruises that had been hidden under the scales.

Just now, a few of his bones were broken, and because Tuoda didn't unfold the [Legendary Posture], there were still many injuries on his body now, but that's all, it wasn't serious.

They have the power to hurt him, but they can't kill him.

He wants to plant 'fear' in their hearts, 'fear of him' in the hearts of those arcanists!

He wants to make those who look at him deep in fear and cringe, and only in this way can he create 'flaws'.

The black dragon grinned, his knees bent slightly, and the wings behind him snapped, sending him into the sky.

"I told you, you're not qualified!" Cervantes smiled and said aloud, "You haven't been able to kill me!"

"Don't panic. The swordsman suddenly heard a calm voice ringing in his ears, "He's just bluffing, he may be really powerful, but he can't go unharmed - even if he's a 'god killer', he's not a god yet!"

"If it were his father, he might be able to do it, but he couldn't!

"Don't panic, calm down. ”

The swordsman took a deep breath, and after the Great Arcanist's suggestion, he had recovered from his fearful state of mind, and although he hadn't completely eliminated his fear of the black dragon, at least, he was able to hold his weapon tightly!

Seeing that the three legends had calmed down, Cervantes shook his head again, and the three legends instantly lost his trace in front of him.

They made a quick decision and resolutely fell to the ground, the dragon is the overlord of the sky, and only a handful of creatures can compete with the dragon in flight, and they are obviously not one of them.

"Are you fools?"

The three legends had just landed on the ground, and before they even had time to protect each other back to back, the voice of banter sounded behind them.

They both brandished their long swords and slashed behind them, but they all fell into the air, and they didn't even see half a shadow.

I was shocked, and I hurriedly looked around, but I still didn't find the figure of the black dragon.

The swordsman furrowed his brow and touched an arcane trinket as if a bell had been struck, and the sound wave spread out, revealing not a single 'invisible' enemy.

"Behind you!"

As soon as an exclamation came, a legend felt a sharp pain rise from his back and instantly spread to all parts of his body.

Click!

The bones were suddenly broken, and the huge force pushed the legendary body to smash to the ground, and a deafening roar was deafening, and the body bounced off the ground slightly, and then it was paralyzed.

"Don't waste your efforts......"

With one blow, Cervantes immediately distanced himself with two backflips and dodged two swords in quick succession.

A gentle smile climbed the dragon's face, "Even though you have worked hard to make up for the mistakes and omissions caused by entering the border too quickly, you have long been accustomed to using the 'strength of the bloodline' to crush others, and in order to ensure the success of the mission, you have not been involved in too many dangers. In my opinion, you are still some 'imposters'!

"It's a problem with the Arcane Empire, you can't resist, so you're 'weak'—very weak, quite weak. ”

Cervantes stood upright, looking down at the three legends condescendingly, staring at their trembling eyes, and whispering: "Arcanists often maintain 'absolute rationality' thinking, and when they weigh the benefits, they always put the 'mission' first, and in order to ensure that the mission is completed and the benefits are obtained, they will send a force that is more dangerous than the mission to carry out the mission.

"Because they look down on the Warlords in their hearts, and even if you're already 'Legendary', they won't treat you like the Grand Arcanist - even you don't think there's anything wrong with that, do you?"

"Withdraw, you've all done your mission!"

Orders from their superiors came from their ears again, but their brains were extremely confused at this time, and it was difficult to judge the current situation, and they did not know what they should do.

Having not experienced a normal promotion, it all came from the seedlings of the Arcane Empire - Cervantes knew from the beginning that these guys could not be strong-willed.

If this had been the case, their loyalty to the Arcane Empire would have caused them to subconsciously filter out his words and not think about what it meant.

However, he had succeeded in planting fear in the hearts of these guys!

In this way, the situation is naturally very different.

"Arcanists have mastered the technology to mass-produce transcendents and legends, so they think of warfighters as a tool that can be consumed at will, as they can be replenished at any time. The black dragon pointed to his head, glanced at the inner city, and chuckled, "Maybe they didn't think so at first, but the inertia is very strong, and after a long time, they will naturally think so subtly."

"So, it's not that important to them whether you're strong or not, maybe one out of dozens, hundreds, imposters can become a true legend with talent, but it's clear that you're not. ”

The words of the black dragon were like the whispers of the devil, and the demagogic voice had already broken into their brains just by entering their ears, turning it into a pulp.

In an instant, Cervantes's figure disappeared in place, and then there was a boom in the air.

The flames drummed on the surface of his body, Huo Ran swelled, his body changed in the air, and Cervantes changed back into dragon form!

Everyone didn't react, and three familiar rays passed over the black dragon's huge body and landed on the walls of the inner city, and the structure of the wall suddenly became extremely fragile.

The black dragon waved its wings that covered the sky and the sun, and suddenly shot out with a wild laugh.

He clenched his fists, and the flames and energy lingered on it, and the muscles of his whole body were completely tensed, like a curved bow, and his fist was an arrow on the bowstring!

Tearing through the wind and snow and the atmosphere, Cervantes roared and threw a punch that slammed into the center of the three weak points.

The vibration was transmitted to the wall, and the three weak points burst first, and then the wall cracked - three not-so-straight line segments suddenly appeared, connecting two of the three points, and after a moment of struggle, there was a painful groan, and it exploded!

The pale-faced Jacques clutched his head, which was still in pain, and couldn't help but gnash his teeth and say, "A bunch of waste!"

It was clearly a repetition of the old trick, and it was clearly expected, but it still failed to prevent the black dragon from entering the inner city!

This is the third time! The black dragon has already entered the inner city three times!

After looking at it uncertainly for a while, Jacques turned his head and asked sharply, "What about the other floating cities?"

The arcanist in charge of the report trembled with fright, and hurriedly glanced at the progress, "It's bad, it's Noretz...... No, no, no, Noretz is ready! All the floating cities are ready!"

Hearing this, Jacques took a breath, regained his composure, and muttered, "Let the bottomless abyss and the thirteenth layer of hell enter, and the country of the undead will also release news......"

He calmly looked at the screen showing the black dragon, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked.

For the Empire, now the war has just begun!