In the main hall of the canyon, Siegfried, who was kneeling on the ground, stared blankly at the sky of the canyon, the direction in which Constantine had disappeared.

A dim crystal fell from the depths of the sky, and in Ziegfried's stunned sight, it fell into the Starfall Canyon below.

It was a fragment of the crystal sword "Dawn".

Tens of thousands of meters away, Siegfried seemed to hear a subtle cracking sound coming from the valley floor.

In the depths of his soul, something seemed to be broken.

The grief and anger like a torrent rushed out of Ziegfei's heart, and he could no longer suppress it, and swept through every corner of his body, transforming into a galloping killing intent.

"Bastard!" Zieg roared as he raised his head to the sky, and the hall shook with his roar.

In the roar of rage, his body seemed to be infused with flames, and his whole body became extremely hot, and even the cold blood could not extinguish the boiling murderous aura.

An incomparably bright glow erupted from the golden dragon's pupils, as if his eyes were not burning at the moment, but melting.

Bursts of golden flames erupted from the wounds that covered Ziegfei's body, igniting his body, and the scars cut by the dragon bone dagger were healed at a speed visible to the naked eye at this moment.

Under his chest, his heart beat more and more violently, as if it had become a war drum, rising from its slumber, beating out a drum that shook the universe and announced the arrival of a killing.

The bigger change came from his back, and the next second, Siegfried's back bulged violently, and something grew out of his bones, breaking the muscles in his back and stretching in all directions.

It was a pair of white and gold wings.

A dragon wing belonging to the Divine Dragon's lineage.

Ziegfei roared in the sky, his glittering wings spread out behind him, and the wind shattered the ruined hall.

Under this hurricane that rose from the ground, the warrior of the Dragon Hall had no strength to resist at all, and was blown away like a rag doll, and fell miserably in the ruins.

Ziegfei, who had transformed into a humanoid dragon, flapped his wings and grabbed the magic sword on the ground, and the razor-sharp platinum dragon wings tore through the almost frozen air and rushed towards the sky.

Surge forward.

Sensing the loud sound of breaking wind behind him, His Holiness instinctively turned his head and saw Ziegfei flying towards him behind him, his pupils shrunk.

"What?"

The Venerable quickly formed a handprint, and with a flash of his body, he teleported thousands of kilometers away, and staggered past the dragon vein.

Siegfei's body crashed into a mountain peak, and then actually crashed out from the other side of the mountain, shaking off countless stone chips, and continued to crash towards His Holiness.

"Self-defeating. ”

The Venerable snorted coldly, waved his palm, and the next moment, countless magic spells smashed towards Siegfei.

Even if the spiritual power consumption is huge, the strength of the Venerable is still not to be underestimated.

Siegfried let out a dragon groan in his throat, and his body jerked upward, avoiding the spells that fell from the sky, and at the same time, countless colorful elemental orbs emerged from his body, colliding with the torrent of magic unleashed by His Holiness, annihilating each other.

Dragon Vein Skill - [Elemental Storm]

The light, like fireworks in the middle of summer, blooms, is blurry, brilliant and dreamy.

Circles of ripples swept by, and the clouds touched by the ripples of energy dispersed one after another.

In the midst of the brilliance, Siegfei's figure suddenly disappeared, suddenly approaching the Venerable body.

Dragon Vein Skill --- [Space Transfer]

Driven by anger, the magical power hidden in Siegfried's blood burst out one by one.

If you change to an ordinary magician, even if you are a legendary mage, you will have a headache if you are targeted by a dragon with spatial skills.

However, the Venerable himself was a master of space magic, so how could he be easily hit.

At the moment when Siegfried fell from the sky, His Holiness had already completed the teleportation, and Siegfried's wings only swept through the air in vain.

Two bolts of lightning exploded on the dragon's wings, and lightning shone brightly.

Siegfei didn't even snort, he turned his head to stare at the Venerable's flashing form, his wings flapped, and his body chased after him like a white-gold lightning bolt.

A man and a dragon are constantly fighting in the sky, sometimes flying, sometimes teleporting.

With superb teleportation skills and superior combat experience, it is no surprise that His Holiness has the absolute upper hand.

No matter how fast Siegfried's speed was or how fierce and ferocious his attack was, His Holiness could always avoid it just right, so that he could open up the distance and appear in another direction, and then countless spells would follow one after another, striking Siegfried's body.

His spells are artistic, varied, and each spell is almost instantaneous, dodging Siegfried's skills and attacks while perfectly blocking Siegfried's path.

In comparison, Siegfried's counterattack looked clumsy and ridiculous, and his elemental skills couldn't even rub the corners of His Holiness's clothes.

You are still too tender, His Holiness coldly looked at Siegfei emerging from the clouds, his fingertips flashing with electricity.

Siegfei gritted his teeth, and in less than a few minutes, he used his body to experience the taste of countless high-level magic.

The lightning in the dense sky, the heat of melting rocks, and the biting cold came again and again, baptizing his newborn dragon body.

Even though the Divine Dragon's magic resistance was incomparably remarkable, it was still difficult to withstand under the Venerable's endless blows.

However, the labor pains of the body are not at all comparable to the pain of the soul.

Scenes from the past flashed before Siegfried's eyes, and finally froze in the scene where Constantine disappeared into the sky.

"It's only you, unforgivable!"

Siegfried's eyes were so wide that he even abandoned his defenses and stopped using his skills, and rushed straight towards His Holiness.

Faced with the Venerable's all-encompassing incantation attacks, Siegfried had only one response: attack.

At this moment, he didn't feel the pain at all, he only knew that he would flap his wings and fly, even if he faced countless magic attacks, he had to get closer to the Venerable, a little closer.

On the dragon's body, the scars that had been pierced and burned by magic were miraculously repaired again and again.

The wind is howling!

Looking at Siegfei, who was sacrificing his life and death, he was preparing a magic gesture for a while.

For a moment, he overlapped Siegfried's figure with that of the dragon knight a thousand years ago.

The same desperate, the same blood, so stupid, but always invincible.

Such crazy tactics made His Holiness feel familiar for a long time, and that thrilling feeling is still unforgettable.

"Are you your descendants?" whispered the Venerable, "the Nibelungen?"

The descendants of old friends seem to have come a little too much today.

"It's a pity that you're all dead, and your time is long over. His Holiness looked cold.

Even when the true Nibelungen is reborn, the Venerable, who is also an epic hero, has nothing to fear.

"This is the end, the dead of history, return to dust!" the Venerable One recited the incantation.

The invisible magic force field expanded, enveloping the space within a radius of kilometers.

Forbidden Spell Magic - "Gravity Control"

In an instant, the gravity force increased dozens of times on Siegfried's body, causing every inch of bone to moan, deform, and twist.

Siegfried let out a scream, his wings fluttering wildly, but he could no longer rise a meter, and the big hand of gravity gripped his body and dragged him towards the endless abyss below.

Finally, it's over.

Seeing Siegfried's figure disappear into the Starfall Canyon, His Holiness breathed a sigh of relief, landed on a mountain peak, and wiped his sweat.

After several successive wars, his spiritual power was also on the verge of exhaustion.

Fortunately, the big picture has been decided.

That little guy should have already completed the task he had assigned, right? The Venerable turned his head and glanced at the other mountain.

The next step is to head to Fortress of Dawn.

Just as His Holiness was pondering, a long, fierce and furious roar came from below the canyon.

A figure wrapped in golden dragon flames jumped up from the abyssal canyon, and the holy and dazzling dragon flame illuminated the entire canyon, as well as the pale face of the Venerable.

"How is that possible?"

The other party actually broke free from the shackles of "gravity control"?

As the storm rose, Siegfried had returned to the skies, and then swooped down in an unstoppable manner.

His hands, nay, between his claws, held the weapon that His Holiness was familiar with, the sword of his former friend Nibelungen, the epic magic sword Balmunk.

"Die!" an earth-shattering roar shook the mountains, and the four fields lost color.

His Holiness staggered back, but knew it was too late.

The distance is fleeting.

His Holiness had even seen Siegfried's eyes clearly, and in the eyes of the young man, extreme anger, hatred, and murderous intent fused together, without the slightest pity.

For the first time in his life, His Holiness smelled death.

He has no way to avoid it, and he doesn't have any ability to fight back.

Moreover, at this distance, even if the Venerable returned to his heyday, it would be a dead end in the face of Siegfried, whose bloodline awakening level was already almost the same as that of the Nibelungen.

The magic sword slashed out a shocking blood-colored rainbow and stabbed at the Venerable.

Blood poured out like a waterfall and rained down, drenching Siegfried into a bloody man.

Siegfei was stunned, and His Holiness was stunned for a moment.

The whole world seemed to stand still for a moment.

The magic sword did hit the body, but it was not the Venerable, but the Dragon Hall Warrior.

At the last moment, the loyal Dragon Hall warrior teleported to the Venerable with the help of some secret method, and used his body to resist this mortal sword.

The power of this sword is something that no creature in the entire plane can withstand, not to mention that the one who issued this sword is still an epic magic sword, so although the Dragon Hall warrior blocked it, it was impossible to completely block it.

The sword qi shot out along the blade of the sword, hitting the Venerable behind him.

His Holiness's face turned pale suddenly, and his left and right arms were broken off at the shoulder, turning into a rain of blood and falling to the ground.

Siegfried quietly looked at the dying warrior who was picked on the blade of his sword, his eyes were extremely complicated.

"Your Excellency Ingres... Be... Be... We...... Target... Hope... Hopefully, I can't... Let you... Hurt him. From under the mask came a hair-like sound, intermittent, soft as the wind, yet so firm.

Hearing this voice, Siegfei's dragon body, which had been baptized by countless magic but still unshaken, actually trembled at this moment, and the blood color of his heroic cheeks was gone, like white ash, and even the red light emitted by the magic sword could not reflect his face more ruddy.

Siegfried let go of the dragon's claws gripping the sword, his fingers trembling and falling tremblingly, and with a slight stroke of his nails, the samurai's mask was cut.

With a clang, the mask fell.

What caught Siegfried's eyes was a pale face as paper, and all the originally delicate facial features were oozing blood, which was quite terrifying, but it couldn't hide the beauty and elegance at all.

"Law... Valrhona. Siegfried's voice trembled.