The central mountain range, the summit of the main peak.

The crescent moon in the night sky had somehow turned into a full moon, and the silver light sprinkled on the steep mountain wall, as clear as snow and frost.

Beneath his feet was a sea of clouds, and the gauzy clouds reflected the moonlight, which was as bright as water, illuminating the summit of the main peak with great light.

This fairyland-like picture is dyed with the smell of endless slaughter at the moment, because of the two strong men standing on the top of the main peak facing each other.

The Marquis of Caulfield reached out and picked up a handful of moonlight, and the moonlight fell on his palm, rippling slowly like a real wave of water, "When I was young, every night before I was about to go to war, I would stand outside the barracks and admire the moon alone until dawn. ”

This habit of his has long been widely spread within the Dragon Lance Dynasty, and it is even very famous in the entire continent, and the knights in countless countries know that the strongest person of the Silver Dragon Family has such a unique and literary hobby.

This may also be the origin of the name of the legendary longsword in his hand.

Roland looked at Caulfield steadily, noticed the dragon knight's frosty sideburns, and said, "I have heard Dean Morgan talk about you, and his evaluation is: The Marquis of Caulfield was a great statesman and warrior, although he himself did not like war and did not like politics. ”

"Who is born to like these boring things of intrigue? Just like you were born with a sword, but that doesn't mean you like the feeling of killing people with a sword. ”

Caulfield's fingers brushed lightly on the clear sword body of [Moon Mark], as if caressing the delicate and silky carcass of a lover, and said slowly: "I don't like it either, but not every dragon knight can be as carefree as Ophiro's selfish drunkard, there are some things that we are born with fate, such as fighting, such as family, these are shackles that accompany the innate bloodline, once on the back, you can only accept it, you can't avoid it." ”

"You have to do something you hated to do all the time, get used to it, and then gradually become the kind of person you hated the most, as the old fable says, every successful dragon slayer eventually becomes a new dragon, and the dragon veiners who have done great things throughout the ages, as is the case with the dragon veiners who have done great things throughout the ages. ”

At this moment, Caulfield seems to have changed into a different person, no longer the peerless warrior at the foot of the mountain who is always cold-blooded and indifferent, the governor who always commands Ruoding, but just an ordinary middle-aged man with a story of vicissitudes.

Because this is not a human world, on the mountain peaks, all the shackles of the world have faded, and the people in the Sanctuary do not need to be disguised and pretentious, so the Marquis of Caulfield can discard the shell of his usual hypocrisy to his heart's content, and talk to his opponent calmly and calmly.

But that doesn't mean he's not dangerous.

The dragon knight, who has lost his worldly clothes, is still the top existence on this continent regardless of his magic power, bloodline, or combat experience, and he cannot be ignored anytime and anywhere.

Roland felt a faint tingling sensation on his cheeks, and the magical aura released by Caulfield was even more condensed than it was under the mountain.

He is worthy of being a veteran powerhouse of the Dragon Lance Dynasty, and his control over emotions, bodies, and magic is extremely strong, and this ability to retract and release freely is something that Roland cannot possess at this stage no matter what.

Only the polishing and precipitation of the years can make the sword bearer reach such a state.

But Roland was not disappointed or frustrated, and the paladin saluted Caulfield without humility or arrogance, and the golden flame ignited in his hand.

The flames were like sunflowers blooming in the field, and from this golden flame, Roland pulled out a slender flame sword, and the surging divine aura was surging like a tide.

The light lit up the sea of clouds, and the mist around the summit seemed to burn like golden-red waves.

Turning magic into a powerful energy weapon is the most direct manifestation of the Sacred Realm's iconic ability, and it is also the watershed that divides the powerhouses of the Sacred Realm from countless high-level professionals.

Of course, the vast majority of sanctuaries are actually not happy to do this, because real-world battles are not about knights depicting martial arts, and there has never been such an almost child's play as returning to the basics, who would put ready-made magic weapons without them?

Experience and data have shown that for the Sanctuary Swordsman, an alchemical weapon of exceptional quality is fully capable of fighting in large pairs, not only saving mana, but also providing additional attribute bonuses and magical effects.

If it is a legendary weapon, it can even greatly affect the outcome of the battle between the same realm.

However, Roland is definitely one of the few alternatives.

In Roland's hands, the golden flames rose, tumbled, and slowly solidified into the shape of the Knight's Sword of St. Peter, the shape and style were extremely realistic, and even the ornaments were exactly the same.

A little surprise flashed in Caulfield's eyes, surprised that Roland's manipulation of magic power was so subtle, in his judgment, this should be an ability that only a mid-level Sanctuary level knight could have.

It's only been half a year since Roland stepped into the Sanctuary, and he has already reached this level?

It's Caulfield himself, and it's three or five years after stepping into the Sanctuary to do this.

"Very well, Roland, it seems that you do have what it takes to challenge me. Caulfield shook his sword, "Let me see how much you have inherited from Marshal Morgan." ”

Roland clenched the flame sword and let out a clear roar, and in the next moment, his figure had appeared in front of Caulfield, half of his body turned, and the flame sword slashed out horizontally, bringing up a shining spark.

Caulfield blocked Roland's thrust with [Moonmark], raised it with his backhand, and then stabbed Roland's open left chest with a swift sword.

Roland then retreated at a faster pace, and in the process of retreating, the sword drew a brilliant flame cross and stopped in front of Caulfield.

【Cross Slash】

In the face of the paladin's signature sword technique, Caulfield just sneered, and the legendary long sword swung a crescent-shaped sword aura, easily shattering the cross formed by the holy flame and coming straight at Roland.

The moonlight sword qi flew like a silver wave of water, and a long and narrow ravine suddenly appeared on the rocky ground at the top of the peak.

That's the sword groove.

Roland's face remained unchanged, his blonde hair fluttered in the night wind, his handsome face was as calm as ever, the front finger of the flame sword burst out with brilliant brilliance, and a brilliant pillar of fire erupted from the sword, expelling the chill on the top of the mountain.

Divine Sword --- Lightbringer

The wind overflowed, countless energy fragments ejected out like colored glass, and the sea of clouds below the peak suddenly churned, undulating like ocean waves.

Along the peak, all the trees within 100 meters of the main peak collapsed, and the cliffs that had been polished by the wind and sand for thousands of years cracked into huge gaps, as if carved by the hands of the gods.

In the sea of clouds of confusion, the light emitted by the battle between the two peerless powerhouses can be seen clearly even at the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, everyone had no time to care about anything else, and looked up at the summit to watch the grand battle.

Even the most irascible werewolf chief was completely silent, and there was a faint expression of awe in his eyes as he looked at the top of the mountain.

Mordred looked at the peak, his gaze flickering under the mask, "Roland seems to be fighting Caulfield on par. ”

"That's natural, because Caulfield hasn't used the Dragon Vein skill until now. Constantine said, not in the slightest.

Karena frowned puzzled, "However, even without the help of bloodline power, Caulfield's magic power is still better than that of the beginner Sanctuary, and the physique of the dragon vein is naturally too much higher than that of ordinary people, plus the gap in weapons, why is your paladin Hu on par with a dragon knight?"

Her doubts were also those of the other spectators.

No matter how hostile to Caulfield is, those present will never underestimate his strength.

For half a century, Caulfield, as a prestigious peerless powerhouse on the mainland, has made countless military exploits for the dynasty, and has always been one of the symbols of the pinnacle of the dynasty's military power.

What's more, since ancient times, in the eyes of countless people, the dragon knight is synonymous with invincibility.

No matter how amazing Roland's talent is, he is only in his early twenties, why has he been able to support Caulfield for so long?

"You all underestimate Roland, his potential is more terrifying than all of you think, even I can't see his ceiling, even if he has lost to me. Constantine said. "His progress hasn't stopped, even now. ”

"The Holy Empire is worthy of being the richest country in the continent, and it is truly amazing that it can produce such a terrifying genius. Daedalus' voice was still low and hoarse, but the shock in the old man's tone could still be felt.

Sure enough, it's the time of young people. Looking at the brilliant battle picture over the sea of clouds, on the cliff in the distance, Rudis muttered to himself.

Constantine continued: "Actually, it seems to me that there is another very important reason, and that is that Caulfield is old. ”