Cervantes was well aware.

Those two legendary mages will never escape!

You don't have to think about it to know that they have spent so much time and energy to build this plan, with the aim of completely destroying this principality from the physical level to the spiritual level, and even for this, they have opened several unknown 'hole cards'.

In order to rush back, Cervantes had almost exhausted all his strength, that is, he was now in a state of 'relative weakness'.

In this state, the enemy still has a 'true god', and they have the possibility of killing him - as long as they can kill Latinia before he recovers, then their plan will be more than half successful.

But, so what?

The black dragon waved his wings and stepped forward, only to see his figure flash, and then appeared in front of the tyrannical god.

Between the lightning and flint, the flaming fist struck the tyrannical god on the shoulder, but the god took the opportunity to grasp the handle of the hammer and flung it at Cervantes with the great centrifugal force.

The Tyrannical God's left shoulder armor shattered suddenly, but his war hammer also smashed into the black dragon's body, and the god and the dragon flew upside down in opposite directions.

But after that, the Tyrannical God's shoulder armor flew back into the rapidly healing left shoulder as if time had gone back in time, and recoalesced into a shoulder armor.

The corners of the evil god's mouth were grinning, and the blood in his eyes was abundant, floating in the air like burning fireworks.

Raising his hand and grabbing the aura around him, he had already torn the aura apart with brute force.

"Cervantes, is that all you have to do?!"

The black dragon shook off his left wing, regardless of the shattered scales and blood on it, and moved his paralyzed left hand expressionlessly.

"What do you think?" Cervantes snorted, and the figure disappeared from the sight of the tyrannical god again.

With a grim smile on his face, the tyrannical god threw the hammer aside, and a shield and a flail appeared in his hand, which was the weapon he was most familiar with!

Knock –

The fist slammed into the shield, and the crackling sound suddenly spread in all directions.

The tyrannical god flickered his flail, and the hammer's nails flickered with cold light, easily piercing Cervantes' left flank for defense, causing him to let out a muffled grunt.

"If you exchange wounds for wounds......" the tyrannical god roared as he pulled the handle of the flail, "do you think you are worthy of a god?!"

The spikes tore off a large patch of flesh and scales, but Cervantes' attack followed.

Cervantes only threw two punches, one punching the shield and soaking the shield of the tyrannical god's left arm to the point of numbness, and the other punched him in the chest, shattering his armor!

There was a faint pain in his chest, and the tyrannical god's eyes widened, only to see the black dragon's outstretched wings suddenly contract, and then two huge forces came from both sides, almost shattering his arm bones and shoulder bones!

The dragon's wings flapped, and the wind sent Cervantes's body away, and he regained his footing not far away, but the tyrannical god had not yet recovered.

"Uh......"

The god of tyranny looked at him with a hideous face, and saw the black dragon flapping its wings and crashing into him in the blink of an eye.

The tyrannical god had raised his shield to resist, but the tremendous force coming from the shield had made his face change drastically.

Like a meteor streaked across the sky, Cervantes knocked the tyrannical god flying.

Soon after, a loud bang came from afar, and the earth shook with it.

The body of the tyrannical god was embedded in the mountain, and facing the black dragon standing above, he gritted his teeth and cast a [Divine Power Shockwave], blasting it away.

He got up from the ground, his wounds healed quickly, his armor returned to its original state, and the dirt fell from his body on its own, and in a matter of seconds, his body had fully recovered.

The god of tyranny stepped on the earth and leaped to his feet, shattering the earth as he flew into the sky at great speed, locking on to the black dragon's location.

A dodge appeared over Cervantes and flicked the flail mercilessly, blasting the black dragon to the ground.

Rumble!!!

The people of Winder City felt an extremely violent tremor, and some even fell to the ground because of this.

Even the houses shook, the bricks and walls shook, but when the magic patterns on the walls lit up, it all returned to its original state, and it surrounded the city like mountains, guarding the city.

People didn't know what was happening, but at this moment, a pillar of flame that pierced the sky suddenly appeared!

Cervantes was covered in scars, and the scale armor that should have been tougher than steel had been shattered, and he looked very embarrassed with blood.

He doesn't have the recovery ability of a god, he will die if his head is broken, his arm will not grow back when he is broken, and even the wounds on his body cannot heal quickly.

The energy lingered over his broken body, causing the wound to heal quickly, but it required strength!

"Sure enough!"

The scorched blackness on his body quickly faded, and the tyrannical god walked from a distance with a hideous smile, he moved his sore neck, and his tone was particularly relaxed, "Without the 'leylines', without the 'magic web', without the help of other mages, even if that bitch can continue to use this legendary spell, it won't be able to provide you with much power." You haven't even been strong the last time, look at yourself - all over the wounds!"

"And I, standing before you, is a 'true god'—this is not my incarnation, this is my true body!"

"Cervantes," the tyrannical god drew a cold, false smile on his face, "how are you going to kill me?"

Torture him! torture him! torture him!

At this moment, the tyrannical god's heart was surging, and there was not much distance between him and the 'Great Vengeance' now!

So, he's going to torture this black dragon!

Hearing this, Cervantes spat out a mouthful of blood, and then sneered: "I can become a 'god' at any time if I want to!"

"My father had prepared everything for me - in the more than nine hundred years he lived, he had collected a lot of good things and used a lot for himself, but when he got tired of this world, he never used them again, but planned to leave them to me and my sister!"

Speaking of this, Cervantes shook his head with a smile, his face full of sarcasm, "In his 'collection', there is even a 'godhead' and 'divinity', as long as I want, I can become a god at any time! As the guardian of this principality, I have a believer base, and I have no shortage of 'divinity', I only need to have a 'godhead' to become a god......"

The tyrannical god silently shook the flail, narrowed his eyes, and asked in a cold voice, "So, you think you will be able to defeat me after you ascend to the throne?"

Cervantes shrugged his shoulders and did not answer the tyrannical god's question, "'To be a god' means to be 'bound', and I am a free dragon!"

Hearing this, the tyrannical god's breath froze, and his eyes widened.

Just when he was proud of his identity as a 'god', a guy who disdained this identity suddenly appeared in front of him......

The tyrannical god took a deep breath, then smiled, "By the way, to tell you one thing, the 'Legendary Spell' has been activated, and everyone in the city behind you will die!"

"And their death will provide me with great strength!"

"Now it's my turn to ask you—"

The tyrannical god shook the flail vigorously and asked with a twisted smile, "Cervantes, are you ready to die?!"

The trembling voice represented his excitement and excitement, and the tyrannical god could no longer contain the excitement in his heart, and let out a roar of rage in the face of his enemy.

Cervantes, however, grinned, "So, did you notice anything around you that wasn't quite right?"