"Wende City is the holy city of Latinia, the stronghold of the Church of Wealth, and the capital of the principality, there are many priests and mages, even if half of the Transcendent Legion descends there, what waves can it make?"

Cervantes turned into a human form again, facing a group of transcendents in the size of a dragon, which would be too much of a loss.

If it is a humanoid, the area that can be attacked is greatly reduced, so there is no need to worry too much even if you are besieged.

With a narrowing of his eyes, the black dragon sneered: "Even though there are a large number of your transcendents, there are still three legends and two gods in Wende City, what can your transcendents do?

Nothing could shake his will, for he knew very well that the Principality of Screaming Wind could not be destroyed, and neither could Winde City.

Even if the Floating City descended, it would be impossible to destroy Wende City in a short period of time, let alone 'only' half of the Transcendent Legion.

As soon as the words fell, the transcendents who walked out of the three mage towers suddenly became motivated, and without concealing their intentions in the slightest, they directly raised their weapons and rushed towards Cervantes.

The fact that they dared to do so without any prior preparation meant that they were not afraid of death at all.

"Very well, you deserve a commendation for your courage. ”

A wicked smile erupted on the black dragon's face, and with a slap of his palms in front of him, the 'lava' flowing through the gaps between the scales suddenly erupted, and the tongue of fire licked the air, and the water evaporated.

The bursting flames 'dripped down' to the ground, burning and melting the stone bricks on the ground.

Cervantes stepped forward, and the magma splattered, and the flame aura spread rapidly, but it failed to ignite the clothes of the transcendentals.

He was not surprised by this, it was impossible for the Arcane Empire not to make any preparations for him, and these transcendents regarded death as their home, so after that, the Arcanists would surely act on him with impunity.

The inferior transcendents rushed over, stepping into the raging sea of fire, rushing towards the powerful black dragon that had killed the gods.

The arcanists manipulated the wind and snow, only to see the surface of the three mage towers suddenly freeze, and the low temperature descended on the inner city, descending on Cervantes's side.

The flames and the ice collide, and they wear each other down.

Cervantes let out a breath of fire from between his teeth, "Do all these little things!"

Even if the flame aura continued to radiate, the temperature around it was rapidly decreasing.

A warrior who was charging forward flicked his wrist, and the long sword shook in his hand, and the spell lines instantly spread from the sword blade to the entire sword body, and the magic power was sucked into it, and even the flames that jumped next to the blade were distorted.

The shadows under his feet writhed suddenly, and the countless shadows reflected by the firelight moved, and the power of shadows rose from the ground and the ruins of the broken walls, forming a net in the air, enveloping the body of the black dragon.

Then, the web snapped back, and the flames burning on Cervantes's body reflected the thorns of shadow that spread all over the interior, and the black dragon curled the corners of his mouth as the scattered gaze took those spikes into his eyes.

The wings suddenly closed, the net shrank rapidly, and countless thorns of shadow approached him, piercing the black scales, and there was no further advance.

The heat hovering around him melted the shadows, and a flame suddenly floated in the shadow net, and then the fire spread rapidly.

The black dragon stretched its wings and tore apart the shadow that stood in front of it, burning it to the ground.

At this time, the warrior had already jumped high, his hands clenching his long sword and slashing into the air, and the other transcendents were even kicking the ground and speeding up their charge.

In an instant, five transcendents attacked at the same time!

In the distance, three arrows pierced the air, wrapped in powerful kinetic energy and air currents, and shot at the black dragon's head, and above the cluster of arrows, the brilliance of magical power shone brightly.

At this moment, the black dragon suddenly sneered: "Sure enough, it's a bunch of waste!"

Cervantes' feet suddenly stomped on the ground, his wings vibrated suddenly, and he jumped out of the encirclement in an instant.

The three arrows converged in the air, and the four sword lights intertwined with each other, and a sonorous sound sounded, while the black dragon flexibly flipped its body in the air, and kicked the warrior who jumped high with a barb.

The warrior gritted his teeth and twisted his back, spun in the air, and swung his weapon at the black dragon's leg, the light on the sword body flickering.

However, two fingers suddenly appeared in front of the blade, and they pinched it tightly.

A flash of despair flashed in the warrior's eyes, and then a powerful surge of power was felt in his jaw, and his jaw was shattered in an instant, and his body fell to the ground.

Stepping on the warrior's body and falling back into the encirclement, the wings that had contracted to the extreme suddenly popped open, and the bone spurs at the end of the dragon wings plunged into the throats of the two transcendents, and the body swirled, cutting their throats in an instant.

The tail flicked, slamming into the head of a transcendent, and at the same time striking out with a punch, smashing the transcendent's head in front of him.

The other palm straightened and stabbed out to the side, grazing the blade of a long sword, sparks erupting between the scales and the metal, and the fingers pierced straight into the sword-wielder's chest and into his heart.

One foot lifted, stomped down sharply, and another head exploded.

One photo, four people died, two were seriously injured!

Cervantes turned his head and cast his cold gaze on the three mage towers, surrounded by flames and dead bodies lying on the ground at his feet, causing several arcanists who were watching him to take two steps back in fright, their faces pale.

The expressions of the three Grand Arcanists were solemn, and even though the black dragon had withdrawn his gaze, that glimpse had already been engraved into their minds.

It was a powerful skill gained from an unknown number of killings, an unknown number of times hovering on the brink of death, and the black dragon had turned killing and fighting into an instinct, and the distance between life and death was between gestures.

Ding! Ding!

As soon as Cervantes reached out and grabbed three arrows, he grabbed them in his hand, threw them out, and stuck them in the bodies of the others.

An invisible wave swept by, and finally passed through the sea of fire, and several transcendents beside Cervantes suddenly stopped, and the breath of life passed quickly, quickly returning to death.

The flames burning on the black dragon's body then dimmed, but only temporarily, and after a few moments, the flames bloomed again, even more ferocious and violent.

"Instant death spells against me?" Cervantes gasped and grinned, "Are you crazy?"

He weakened for a moment. Jacques, who had been observing the black dragon, suddenly laughed, "He's not invincible, and he can't be invincible, he's much, much weaker than his father, even though he's strong enough now!"

He sneered and ordered, "Multiple spells, three [Fingers of Death]!"

This is also a limit for them, and the spells that can obliterate the transcendent at will are not easy to use, and even for them, it takes some preparation time.

The black dragon's spell resistance was too strong, that is, it was impossible for a deadly spell to kill him, so before he could recover, create enough injuries to kill him!

The slaughter of Cervantes continued, but without the initial surprise, these transcendents of the Arcane Empire became cautious.

His eyes narrowed, and his mind felt like a storm stirring up, thinking about how to deal with the transcendents in front of him, or bypass them and deal directly with the arcanists.

- Boom!

In the rear, an ever-expanding fireball was rising, and the battle between Ziegler and the three legends had entered a white-hot stage, and the corners of Cervantes' mouth hooked, as if he had thought of some good idea.

Ziegler froze, raised his hand and condensed a huge fireball, throwing it in the direction of the black dragon.

The fireball burned violently, scorching the air, and a beam of light shot out of the mage's tower, but it only eliminated the outermost 'firesuit' of the fireball.

Even the Arcanists didn't expect this to happen, only to see the fireball fall into the crowd and burst out, and the fierce flames spread instantly, devouring the black dragon and nearly half of the transcendents.