While Xiao Chen was dealing with Duke Stuart, Metatron was facing the Marcus father and daughter alone. I have to say that the bloodline of the golden dragon is really strong, and the two of them have no fighting spirit or barrier protection since they entered the sea, but when the two escaped from the sea, because of the protection of dragon scales, although the armor was also tattered, the scales turned up, and there were a lot of blood stains, but the injuries they received were the lightest.

Metatron feels pressured one-on-two, but she also has her own to rely on. That is the pair of artifact short swords in his hand, Judgment and Protection.

Marcus was surprised that Metatron dared to fight them alone: "Metatron, are you underestimating the bloodline of our golden dragon? I know that you haven't been long before you reach the master level, right?

With her twin swords crossed over her chest, her whole body suspended in the air, with streamer-like wings behind her back, looking beautiful and solemn, she said, "If you don't have hesitation and timidity in your heart, why do you stop there? You and your daughter should attack me right away." ”

"Joke! In the eyes of our golden dragons, there is nothing to be afraid of! It's just that you people are cunning and have just attacked us with magic, and I don't want to fall for you again! Only when people are not strong and brave enough, will they resort to these dastardly tricks!" Marcus said with a sneer.

Cynthia whispered on the side: "Father, she is stalling for time, Webber is being chased by the two of them over there, and Stuart is tied up by a big white snake, and the situation seems to be very bad." ”

"I know. But we have to make sure we get back first, how are you recovering from your injuries?" Marcus asked in a low voice.

"My bloodline strength has probably recovered to about seventy percent, and it has just been consumed too much in the sea. Cynthia said.

"I'll say a few more words to her, and you hurry up and regain your strength. Marcus said.

However, just as Marcus wanted to delay a little longer, Metatron on the other side moved, she waved both hands together, and the two artifact short swords broke away from her hands and flew into the air. The black-gray shortsword called Judgment stabbed at Cynthia, who was regaining her strength, at an extremely fast speed, and the silver-white shortsword, called Guardian, swirled and flew around this Metatron.

Metatron snorted, "Points!"

The two swords suddenly burst into light, and then they began to split from one, splitting into two, two into four, and four into eight, and a few seconds later, Metatron's side was wrapped in a silver-white sword array, forming a spherical defense, and the sword that attacked Cynthia turned into a black "dragon" composed of countless swords, and rushed towards Cynthia.

"Is this an illusion?" Cynthia said.

"No, it's the power of the artifact. But even if it's an artifact, it's impossible to copy a sword countless times, and I guess most of the swords are aggregates of energy, and only one is a real sword. The strength of these energy body swords is definitely limited, and they must have weakened a lot compared to the original sword. Marcus analyzed.

It wasn't too difficult to judge whether a sword was an entity or an energy with his eyes, "We aim in the direction where the sword came from, and breathe together with the golden dragon!"

The so-called Golden Dragon Breath is actually a spell-like ability.

Marcus and Cynthia weren't real golden dragons after all, and they couldn't spit out a lot of energy from their mouths. Their so-called golden dragon breath is to mobilize energy in front of them, and use a similar method to simulate the process of real golden dragon spitting energy.

Although this kind of spell-like ability can't be compared to the breath of a real golden dragon, as a skill that can only be released by a bloodline master, the power is comparable to the magic cast by a great mage.

I saw that Marcus, father and daughter both put their hands on their chests, and when they mobilized the blood energy of their whole bodies to gather in their hands, a golden ball of energy light appeared between their hands, and when the energy accumulated to a certain extent, the vigorous energy sprayed out from the ball of light, facing the flying sword stream of judgment.

The breath fired by the two collided with a violent explosion when the sword stream collided. Marcus judged correctly, these black short swords were indeed energy bodies, although the abilities they carried were strong, they were not the opponent of the two masters combined, and less than a minute after the collision, the golden breath was about to wipe out all the judgment swords.

However, Marcus did not dare to be careless, and he said loudly to Cynthia: "Attention! The real sword has not yet appeared, don't let it be mixed with the energy sword to sneak attack......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard Cynthia scream. He looked sideways, only to see that the real black sword of judgment broke through Cynthia's breath energy, broke through her golden scales, and sliced past her waist, leaving a large hole two fingers wide and thirty centimeters long, if it wasn't for Cynthia's dodge speed, this sword would probably be stabbed directly in her lower abdomen.

The Judgment Sword flew behind Cynthia, turning its head and stabbing at her again. This sword is an artifact, and it also has the effect of breaking the shield and armor. Cynthia had no choice but to ignore her own wounds and wrestle with the sword.

Marcus saw Cynthia trying to dodge and was fighting with the Sword of Judgment, he glanced over and roughly grasped the situation of the battle, feeling that Cynthia should be able to deal with this sword, so he focused his attention on Metatron, who was wielding this Excalibur.

There was no doubt that the defensive sword array formed by the Guardian Sword should also be energy bodies, and if their strength was comparable to that of the Judgment Sword, Marcus felt that he would be able to quickly penetrate this defense.

So he unleashed the golden dragon's breath again at Metatron a few dozen meters away.

However, this time the breath energy encountered a completely different situation, these guardian swords found that the breath was coming, so they abandoned their original trajectory, flew to the location where the breath came, and gathered together in layers to resist the incoming energy. Unlike the Sword of Judgment, the clones of the Guardian Sword were endless, and Marcus released a long breath without approaching Metatron, who was standing in the defensive circle.

As soon as he observed, he saw that one of the guardian swords was floating above Metatron's head, and it was this sword that was still separating energy bodies to replenish those that he had destroyed with his breath.

Once Marcus' attack stopped, the swords flew back to their original positions, reforming into a spherical sword formation. Marcus realized that it would take him some time to break this sword formation.

Before they knew it, Marcus and Cynthia were dragged by Metatron.