This is the legendary slack of the dragon knight Augustine and the golden dragon Grace? It is strange enough, that the love between the dragon that has been sung for thousands of years turned out to be nothing more than a joke that began with a joke.

Thinking of this, Owen couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Coming back to his senses, Owen found himself still in the battlefield with the strong smell of blood, his hand still pressed on the dragon knight's proud blood pact dragon scale armor.

The memories spanning more than a decade belong only to others, and for Owen they are just fleeting flashes. In the mysterious picture express hall on the island of death, Owen has read the lives of many people, some are ordinary, some are vigorous, but no matter what kind of life they have, they are unique to that person. Owen didn't know what the purpose of the person who had let him see all of this was behind the scenes, but Owen was adamant that no one should be a shadow of anyone else, dead or alive, and that no one could cover anyone else's tracks.

The dragon power above his head was like the sky falling, so that Owen was almost out of breath, and at the bottom of the dense clouds, a golden dragon-shaped light and shadow had already appeared, and in less than ten seconds, the dragon's fire would burn all over the wilderness, even if Owen could repel the dragon knight, he would not last more than 1 second in the sea of fire, but Owen smiled.

"Is that all you have?"

Owen's sudden awe-inspiring smile made the dragon knight stunned.

Taking advantage of the opponent's distraction, Owen took a step forward, and the muscles in his body suddenly shook, and the palm that was pressed on the dragon knight's armor pushed forward, sending the instant burst of power in his whole body to the opponent's body.

Inch!

With his exquisite fighting skills, Owen shook the dragon knight several meters away with a zero-distance palm.

Although relying on his strong physique, the dragon knight did not fall, but when he finally stopped, the strength of Owen's hit on him could not be completely dissipated, and the blood in his chest rolled, and a mouthful of blood arrows spurted out with a "wow". The dragon knight's armor can resist all external attacks, but Owen's strength is directly transmitted to the flesh inside through the armor, and this palm makes the arrogant dragon knight suffer a lot of internal injuries.

"How can it be!"

The embarrassed dragon knight swirled around the Blood Pact Dragon Lance, gathered all the scattered "dragon powers", and emitted a greater amount of energy from his body, surrounding him, becoming layers of unstoppable "armor". The haughty dragon knight would never allow himself to capsize in the gutter again, and this was a perfect defense, no matter how superb Owen's fighting ability and how tricky his force skills were, it was impossible to hurt him again.

When the "Dragon Power" is stacked too densely, it will be converted into actual attack energy. The golden flames enveloped the dragon knight's body, simulating the "Flame of Punishment" that belonged to the real golden dragon. Before his dragon companion actually descended on the battlefield, the dragon knight was covered in fire and rushed towards Owen with an unstoppable momentum, bound to win back a city for his dignity.

"My enemy is not the demon slayer hero 'Dragon Knight' Auguston, and in front of me it is not the real battle scene between Auguston and the Demon King Lemon, let alone a duel that spans two thousand years, don't want to reproduce anything to me, what I want to find is not Auguston, but my true friend!"

Owen thought silently in his mind. He laughed, this kind of illusion technique was too old-fashioned, which is why Owen would say, "Is this the only means?"

In the face of the golden flames and spears that came from his face, Owen did not dodge, nor did he put on any defensive posture, he just raised his palm unhurriedly and slapped it on his chest.

The shattering telekinesis infused into the palm of his hand was transmitted to Owen's own body, and before the golden flame could reach his body, Owen's own body was first to crush, decompose, and dissipate......

Immediately afterwards, the world of illusion, with the illusory body as the support point, also collapsed in an instant.

The stench of gale winds, the corpse-strewn battlefields, the howling soldiers, the thick clouds dyed with gold, the menacing flames and dragon knights, all vanished like clouds, and the surroundings returned to a dark world of nothingness.

In the stormy imperial capital of Alexandria, the flames of the burning city are still burning, and the battle between dragons and dragons shows no signs of ending because of the passage of time.

In the slums to the west of the city, in a Janeleak hut protected by an illusionary barrier, another battle has taken a subtle turn.

The dense and strange thorny vine that connected Owen and Ray saw a quarter of the vine branches and leaves withering, withering, and falling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, the remaining part of the vine grew wildly at a much more vigorous rate than before, as if to escape the fate of eventually withering and withering.

The destruction of the false illusion world does not bring Owen back to reality, but throws him into another layer of illusion.

When Owen opened his eyes, he found that he had left the magnificent Demon Continent's magnificent Demon Battlefield and was in a densely populated city.

Today, more than ten years have passed since the Demon War, the Demon Legion has been expelled back to its original world, and the human world is gradually regaining order and production, however, not all the wounds caused by the Demon Wars can be easily healed, even the Kingdom of Agulema, which has recovered the fastest after the war. The bleakness and gloom that hides beneath the bustling surface, the homeless and poor beggars who roam the streets, are the best proof of this.

The heavy rain of Pantuo ravaged the whole city, and the icy rain washed away the foul smell and filth that filled the streets and alleys, but it could not wash away the filth caused by the high and low people.

Driven by some mysterious force, Owen braved the storm and walked through the streets.

The streets were unfamiliar, but Owen seemed to be familiar with the way, and even if he was blinded by the rainstorm, he couldn't stop him.

Eventually, he came to a small, dilapidated straw hut.

The sparse roof made of sparse hay could not resist such a menacing wind and rain. At the beginning of the storm, half of the hay on the roof of the shed was blown away, and the other half of the hay was just a trickle of rain that had fallen from the rain. The owners of the hut, or its temporary occupants, a scrawny, sore-covered mother and son, were weary and cowered in less than a quarter of the original space of the hut, the only small area that was not directly affected by the heavy rain.

The mother and son were wrapped in a dirty, tattered, old quilt, shivering in the cold wind and rain. Although the quilt has long been soaked by rain, this quilt is the only "baby" that can make the mother and son feel safe.

"Ahem...... cough cough cough cough ...... "The skinny mother was wheezing, her throat had been broken, and she coughed up blood directly.

The long-term wind and cold have penetrated into the bone marrow, and this heavy rain is only the trigger for these hidden pains.

"Mother, Mother...... How are you?"

The child patted his mother's weak back and asked with concern. Although the strength of his little hands is weak, it is very gentle, or because of psychological factors, under the child's caresse, the woman's cough is no longer so urgent, and the panting is much smoother. Feeling her son's filial piety, the woman's pale and thin face squeezed out a motherly smile with difficulty, and hugged the child into her arms.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, I'll be fine soon. The woman gently comforted the child in her arms.

"No, Mother, don't lie to me. I know. The little boy cried, his tears mixed with the rain, "If you don't treat it, your illness won't get better, right? When the rain stops, we'll go to the doctor and make sure we get cured."

"Silly boy, almost all of the valuable things we brought with us when we escaped were cheated away, and the rest were all sold and used up, where do we have any money to hire a doctor?"

"Not really. We also have a valuable thing, which is enough to sell it to find a doctor. ”

Hearing the child say this, the woman's face changed suddenly: "No! Marn, my child, absolutely not! That thing is the only token to prove your identity, and you must not sell anything you say!"

"But...... But if you don't go to the doctor, you will, mother, you will, you will ...... Whining...... I don't want any identity, I don't want any credit, I just don't want to lose you...... In the cry of the little boy, he expressed his only wish at a young age, he only wanted to be with his mother, nothing else mattered, once, he was the best child of heaven in the spotlight, but after being involved in a dirty political struggle and losing everything overnight, this little boy named "Marn" no longer wanted to get back everything he once had, the only thing he wanted was his mother's physical health.......

"Smack"!

The child's affectionate expression did not move the mother any more, but she pushed her son away and gave him a slap in the face.

This astonishing reversal also surprised Owen.