Constantine's calm proclamation echoed through the long streets.

Hearing Constantine's words, the brain of Gayan behind him suddenly became blank.

met on the snowfield, and then walked together, she and this originally strange young mage from acquaintance to acquaintance, and the two hearts gradually came together.

Just as Constantine was attracted to her, Gayan also unconsciously fell in love with the boy next to him, and also liked the peace of mind that the other party brought to him when he stayed by his side.

As the days passed, the feeling became stronger and stronger as the snow country walked together, sniffing the scent of the hare by the campfire, and listening to him analyze the general situation of the world in a calm tone.

Especially looking at the young man's vaguely familiar clear eyes and delicate eyebrows, Kayan couldn't help but think of the little boy many years ago, and remembered that for many years, that little boy had looked at him with similar eyes.

Unlike those dragon veins in the dragon vein family who watched his bloodline and appearance, his eyes were not mixed with the slightest desire, but there was a kind of simplicity that made people happy.

That kind of eyes are very clean, clean like the snow in Winterfell, which is refreshing.

She seems to have returned to the age of a girl, at that pure white and immaculate age, everything is full of freshness and beauty, far from desire and strife.

Therefore, she was moved, and even secretly congratulated herself that she had found someone similar to her young fiancé in this world.

It wasn't until now that she finally woke up, and it turned out that the person in front of her was the one in her memory.

The current owner of the city, who is not the little boy he was back then?

"It turned out to be you. Gayan's lips twitched slightly, staring at Constantine's back without blinking. "Could it be that all this is the so-called arrangement of fate?"

High in the air, the gray dragon sneered, "Fate has arranged for the two of you sacrifices to fall into my hands, so let's go on the road together." ”

The gray dragon let out a dragon groan, and several short syllables were combined, and a huge amount of magical energy gathered together, condensing into a white ball of light shining with lightning on the gray dragon's claws, and the furious aura of destruction spread from the sphere, quickly covering the entire heavens.

【Destruction Orb】--- dragon magic.

It silently estimated the power of the spell, and the magic power of this [Destruction Orb] was just enough to consume all of Constantine's magic power, severely injuring the opponent without being immediately fatal.

When Constantine used all his mental power, the whole of Winterfell would be its home turf, and it could do whatever it wanted to clean up the bloodline descendants of this human mage and the betrayer beside him.

After all, it's just a small crown magician, and no matter how genius you are, you can't compare to the dragons, the gray dragon sneered and thought, let you see the real magic.

With a flick of the dragon's hand, the ball of light of destruction shot towards the long street, sending out a suffocating and terrifying light.

However, it didn't notice that the moment the ball of light came out, Constantine's eyes suddenly turned a deep blue.

At the same time, in his dark spiritual world. The bright stars light up for the next time in the night, echoing the countless stars hundreds of thousands of miles away.

Stars shimmering blue appeared above Constantine's head, slowly rotating in a specific orbit, forming a magnificent and ethereal star map, full of unknown mystery.

It is no longer a few dozen dots, this time, there are as many as a thousand stars in response to Constantine.

Thousands of miles away, the star dome is throwing its own energy towards it

So in the real world, thousands of starlight surrounded him, expressing their submission to him, and the thousand-meter-long street suddenly shone brightly, incomprehensibly beautiful, like the stars looming in the morning light at dawn.

Constantine stretched out his hand and touched the projection of the stars around him, thinking with emotion: from this moment on, he has become a veritable [Morning Star], which is exactly the same as the code name in the Hunters' Guild.

An ancient character appeared in his blue eyes, and Constantine knew that it was his real name.

The moment it appeared, Constantine understood what it meant.

His real name is: [Odin]

In the language of that ancient race, the name means the highest star, the lord of the sky.

The being who holds this real name will become the king of that great race in ancient mythology.

King of the gods.

.........

Northern.

In the dead of winter, the Asgard Mountains resemble a dormant dragon that inhabits the northern borders of the continent.

The vast and majestic white ridges are the dragon's body, the snow-capped peaks that reach into the sky are the bone spurs on its back, the large areas of coniferous forests and shrubs that cover the mountains are the hairs on the dragon's skin, and the frost-knotted boulders make up its hard scales.

Accompanied by wind and snow, this giant dragon has been sleeping quietly in the northern tip of the continent for thousands of years.

However, the mountains have not been very peaceful these days.

For several days in a row, violent terrifying tremors came from the foot of the mountain peaks, day and night, even overshadowing the howling of the north wind, as if this ancient dragon that had been dormant on the mainland for thousands of years had awakened and let out a high-pitched roar to the whole world.

At sunrise.

The clear sunlight shone down in the Asgard Mountains, illuminating the striking scars in the mountains.

Vast expanses of forest have been burned to the ground, and the crumbling earth is overgrown with ravines, and the upside-down dirt has piled up hills inside the mountains.

There were a few golden flames left in the ravine.

Several times along the way, several Mountain Beast Lords, disturbed by the sounds of the battle, rushed out in a rage, trying to stop the two humans who dared to disturb their dormancy.

As a result, instead of continuing to hibernate, these high-level demonic beasts were swept into a terrifying energy storm and almost lost their lives.

The rest of the high-level demonic beasts watching were also frightened when they saw this, and they felt that they could not sleep, but their lives could not be lost.

So no blind monster dared to risk his life, so he could only sit back and watch those two damn human powerhouses fight endlessly in the mountains, fighting in the dark, and you live or die.

Roland squatted under a huge granite rock and kept gasping, the high-intensity sports battle for several days did not stop for a moment, even if he was now a powerhouse of the Holy Domain, he also felt tired for a long time.

In these days of chase, Roland continued to use divine spells to replenish the physical strength consumed and repair the injuries on his body, which has only survived until now.

As a matter of common sense, paladins who have mastered sacred spells have a huge advantage in protracted battles that no other class can match.

Once the pace of battle is stretched infinitely, the balance of victory will continue to tilt in favor of paladins who can use divine magic to restore and buff themselves anytime, as evidenced by countless cases and real-world combat data in the past.

Roland was also convinced of this, so in the face of Siegfried, he also routinely adopted the tactics of fighting a protracted battle, wanting to avoid his edge and drag the opponent down in the continuous tugging battle.

The battle between the two transitions from the edge of the mountain range to the depths of the mountain range.

During this period, Roland always maintained the tactical policy of the enemy advancing and retreating, never staying in one place for too long, and every time he fought was to the point, he quickly dived into the mountains and forests after a tentative fierce battle, and even skillfully used various terrain and landforms to avoid Siegfried's furious attacks, and only when the time was ripe did he appear in front of Siegfried again.

If you continue to fight according to this routine, even if you are a powerhouse at the level of the Holy Domain, most of them will have been dragged down by him a long time ago.

But soon, he discovered that this young man named Siegfried was a monster that could not be measured by common sense and data.

After a long battle, this guy didn't show any fatigue, but became more and more excited.

He unreasonably swung his greatsword, and with his terrifying innate strength and fighting instinct, he repelled Roland's attacks again and again

What made Roland even more dumbfounded was that Siegfried's resilience was deformed to an extremely incredible degree, and it often took a few dozen breaths to quickly return to the pre-war state of full energy.

The dragon veiner did not rest or eat at all halfway, and kept running and roaring, as if there was endless energy hidden in his body.

Is this guy really human?" Roland asked himself, then shook his head, rejecting the idea.

This guy is a complete monster, he doesn't know what exhaustion is, if I have to describe it, he is a wild beast from prehistoric times, but it is covered in human skin.

Roland adjusted his somewhat disordered breathing, straightened up, and his eyes returned to their usual determination.

Since the strategy of protracted war did not work, Roland did not mind a head-to-head confrontation.

A gust of wind blew, the paladin's golden hair rattled in the wind, Roland's handsome face was unwavering, and the Holy Cross sword in his hand shone with an eternal brilliance.

[Dawn] was inserted on the ground behind him, and at this moment, Roland Austin decisively abandoned the two-handed swordsmanship that required a lot of skill, and instead chose to adopt the divine sword style that he was best at.

Days of encounters taught him that against a dangerous opponent with unlimited potential like Siegfried, he had to give his all from the start, and any attempt to spare energy would be self-defeating.

Holding the hilt of the holy sword with both hands, Roland took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes slightly

At the end of his line of sight, on a hill thousands of kilometers away, a figure appeared.

After fighting for so many days, Roland was already extremely familiar with this figure and the magical aura emanating from him, and he couldn't be wrong at all.

It's Siegfried!

The gray armor on the young man's body had long been torn, and his clothes and pants had many scorched marks, and he looked like a wandering knight who was extremely down, not much better than a beggar.

It's just that when looking at the young man's eyes full of fiery war, no one will ever think of him as a beggar again, and those eyes flow with the battle intent of volcanic lava, as if they want to melt the snow of the entire mountain range.

"Not hiding?" Siegfried sneered coldly. "It seems that the game of hide and seek is coming to an end. ”

"All the way here, you shouldn't have much magic power, and my magic power is still abundant, so why should I hide?" Roland looked at Siegfried calmly.

Zig flew down and dragged the giant sword towards Roland, his eyes were full of attention, "Hehe, don't use that idiotic eye to estimate the speed of Uncle Ben's magic recovery, the potential of the divine dragon vein, a mortal like you can't imagine, as long as it takes less than half an hour, my magic power can be restored to its full state, and when the time comes, you will only be beaten to death by me." ”

Roland was not angry, and said lightly: "In other words, I only need to knock you down within half an hour of waiting? ”

A cold glint flashed in Ziegfei's eyes, "In half an hour, even if I don't have a drop of magic power, it's not something you can defeat, a lackey of the church." ”

Roland didn't answer, the Holy Cross sword danced, and a gust of wind blew, and a little sword light flew like a shining meteor.

Ziggy struck out sharply, a majestic stride, and then the heavy sword that scurried on the ground rose upward, and the sword slashed towards Roland.

The giant sword was unstoppable, its momentum was violent and awe-inspiring, like a bird of prey swooping towards the sky, and it was impossible to tell whether it was Siegfei swinging the sword, or whether the sword was moving with his whole person.

While!

The sound of the Astgardian Mountains swept over the peaks of the Asgard Mountains in an instant, and the sound was like the ringing of a thousand-year-old bell on the dome of the Great Temple, and it reverberated in the hollows, sweeping away all the noise of the world.

Siegfried let out a muffled grunt and took a few steps back, rubble flying from beneath his feet.

In the fierce battle for several days, his consumption is indeed far above Roland, and this real collision is that he is at a disadvantage.

Roland's body flashed at high speed, and the scorching sword rays like flowing fire were constantly staggered and slashed, which was the fastest and most agile [Holy Spirit Wing Slash] in the Divine Sword Style.

Siegfei struggled to raise the heavy sword as a shield to resist, and the blade of the Holy Cross sword instantly slashed countless bright sparks on the giant sword, mottled cracks quickly spread on the blade of the giant sword, and countless debris fell and splashed.

Without the blessing of magic power, the hardness of the giant sword itself alone could not withstand the attack of an epic-level long sword at all.

Sparks sputtered in all directions, and Siegfried carried his heavy sword, not moving, but his body kept retreating, plowing two shallow furrows in the ground.

However, even if the situation was precarious, Siegfei's eyes still did not show the slightest hint of retreating, and the fire of fighting spirit in his eyes burned more and more.

Roland let out a clear roar, and a white light suddenly flashed on the blade of [Durandal], and a bright and timeless half-moon-like light swept towards Siegfried.

This was only the most basic slash, but the sharpness of the Eternal Sword itself gave it the power to slash through the mountain and rock, and even the never-ending wind was cut in two by the power of the Eternal Holy Sword, whistling past Roland's ears, stirring up dust behind him.

Qi Gefei's face changed, and from this unpretentious sword light, he actually faintly smelled the breath of death, and the intuition of high-level dragon veiners has always been beyond ordinary accuracy.

Before the blade of the sword arrived, that eternal determination had fallen on Siegfried's body, tearing a line of blood in his chest.

The young man's hands clutched the hilt of his sword, and he suddenly took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly turned golden, and in the golden pupils, two vertical lines were sharp.

The Holy Dragon's Pupil, inherited from the ancient divine dragon Galans, is also a testament to the bloodline of the Nibelungen family.

A vigorous roar poured out of the young man's belly, rolling up a turbulent white air current, blowing away the holy flames that burst out from the surroundings.

Siegfei's chest, forehead, back of hands, legs, and back were bulging with large and fine dragon scales, which shimmered with dazzling white gold, which was the original color of the Divine Dragon Clan.

The surging dragon power rose into the sky.

Roland's pupils narrowed slightly in surprise, and he had experience in fighting Caulfield, so he naturally knew what this scene in front of him was.

Dragonization, the embodiment of the activation of the bloodline of the high-level dragon vein, so that the bloodline owner's body takes on the characteristics of a dragon, and uses the ability of dragons, the degree of dragonization will depend on the degree of richness of the bloodline.

However, even Caulfield or Gayan did not have such a significant dragonization feature on their bodies, at most they would only make some parts of their bodies appear dragonized, but the Siegfried in front of him was basically transforming into a dragon all over his body.

This guy, the dragon blood in his body, is incredibly rich in what an incredible proportion?

Siegfried threw aside the tattered steel heavy sword, his golden-colored pupils staring indifferently at the clear sword in front of him that seemed to be able to split heaven and earth in two, and then his five fingers were closed and pressed towards his forehead.

In the center of his forehead, a diamond-shaped golden diamond was inlaid on the white-gold dragon scales, and the surging spatial power shot out from the diamond, and violent energy fluctuations enveloped the four wilds, rolling up gusts of mountain wind.

Bursting with a cloud of light from the diamond that contained the power of space, Siegfried quickly inserted his hand into the light and drew a new sword from the light.

It was a strangely shaped black sword, completely pitch black, except for a slender and narrow groove in the center of the blade, which was as scarlet as blood.

The edge of the second half of the blade is covered with triangular serrations, the first half of the blade is etched with vein-like textures, and the meanings of the symbols are engraved on both ends of the gauntlet, and the ancient magic words etched on the hilt of the sword flow with a cold luster.

The text is wrapped around a lifelike dragon motif, and in the picture, the dragon curls up with its tail curled up, as if it is looking up to the sky and letting out a silent wail.

Ziegfei, who had transformed into a humanoid dragon, held the black greatsword and raised his head to look at the light of the holy sword falling from the sky.

The sword qi emitted by the Eternal Sword is also endowed with some of the attributes of the Holy Sword itself, and its sharpness has reached the extreme in the world, even the dragon scales cannot resist it, even if it stimulates the blood of the Holy Dragon, once it is hit, it is very likely that it will be severely injured to death.

However, there was not the slightest awe in the young man's eyes, only a heavy contempt and disdain.

He didn't try to fend or dodge either, defense and dodging were never his style, and for Siegfried, the best way to defend was to attack, attack, and attack.

Even if there is an eternal sword in front of him that can smash everything into dust.

Siegfried held the black giant sword with both hands, and in an instant, his momentum changed.

The original surging dragon power had an extra smell of the sea of corpses and blood, which was the breath released by the black magic sword, which was completely different from the divine light aura of the eternal sword [Durandal], this sword carried the will to destroy everything, as if it was the embodiment of calamity and death.

Roland could no longer suppress the extreme shock in his heart, "Epic weapon!"

After the holy sword [Durandal], the second epic longsword in human history appeared in the northern realm on this day.

Roland had even guessed the name of the sword.

Dragon Slayer Sword --- Balmunk, one of the six epic heroes and the sword of the Nibelungen, the strongest dragon slayer in history.

.........

In Winterfell.

On the long street, the starlight that formed the star field radiated a water-blue brilliance, and the starlight in the sky intertwined into a net, intercepting the ball of destruction that fell from the sky.

[Star Guardian], a defensive skill attached to the Azure Star Field itself, will activate itself once it is attacked.

The orb of destruction that was enough to level the entire long street met with starlight in the air, exploding countless sparks, and the debris of energy rained down, and violent magic fluctuations caused the roar of the wind, filling Winterfell with smoke and dust.

The gray dragon's wings flapping in the air paused for a moment, and a hint of surprise swept through the huge dragon pupils.

This inconspicuous little human mage actually blocked his dragon magic?

It felt as if it was underestimating the human.

The next moment, the dragon violently opened its mouth and sucked the wind between heaven and earth into its lungs, and an astonishing amount of energy surged from its abdomen and carried it down its throat to its mouth.

It is ready to use the dragon's proudest signature skill to teach the two humans below a lesson that they will never forget.

Kayan said, "Who is this dragon, and why did you come to Winterfell?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it should come from a place called the Heavenly Curtain Dragon Temple. ”

Constantine put his hand on Kayan's shoulder, "I have left the spatial coordinates on the snow field before coming, and the teleportation magic will transfer you there, so when you arrive, hurry up and don't stay." ”

Kayan was stunned: "What about you?"

"I'm not going to leave because there's one more important thing to do and I have to stay. Constantine tilted his head and looked solemnly at the gray dragon in the sky brewing his breath of destruction.

Kayan struggled a few times, but the arcane brilliance on her body held her firmly in place, "Can you defeat it?"

Constantine sighed, "Now the words.... No. ”

Noticing Kayan's worried gaze, Constantine smiled, "Don't worry, even if I can't beat it, I can escape as soon as possible, don't forget, I'm a magician." ”

Only then did Gayan calm down, stared into Constantine's eyes, and said word by word, "Come back alive, Constantine Eliotard." ”

"Of course, it's time for you to go, Your Highness. Constantine chanted the incantation, and the arcane light that enveloped Kayan's body grew brighter

Constantine waved his hand back, turned and walked towards the end of the long street, leaving only a lonely back, firmly imprinted in the sight of Gayan.

Kayan opened his mouth to say something more.

However, a moment later, the light had completely engulfed her.

...........

Constantine looked at the vaguely familiar long street and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Twelve years ago, my father faced Paladin on this long street, and then died in battle, right?

A faint sentimentality oozed from Constantine's chest, but it was forcibly pressed down by the teenager.

He looked up and saw that in the sky, the dragon had stopped breathing and was watching him with angry eyes.

The gray dragon was furious, as it sensed that the aura of the female human sacrifice had completely disappeared under its nose beneath the long street.

In a fit of rage, the dragon's surging spiritual coercion surged into Constantine's mind, and he let out a piercing roar, "Damn human magician, I'm going to shatter all your limbs, imprison your soul in the Dragon's Sleep Crystal, and cry out for mercy in the dragon's flames for eternity." ”

Constantine said with great calm: "Your Excellency the Dragon, have you heard of Faust?"

The dragon bared its teeth, "Don't think that this name will scare me, our Dragon Hall has been dealing with the World Tree Council for a lot longer than you humans think, don't think I don't know, that guy has been dead for over a thousand years, little ghost." ”

"But what if I say that the key to his tomb is at my feet?"

"What?"

Constantine opened his arms and took a heavy breath, as if he wanted to remember the taste of the city forever and never forget it again in this life.

"The key to Faust's tomb is called Winterfell. ”

Constantine said softly, "Winterfell was built for this purpose from the beginning, which is why, more than a thousand years ago, Faust secretly helped Virgil establish the Duchy of Azeroria. ”

"That one day, his descendants came here and opened his mausoleum. ”

"And his descendants stand before you now. ”

The dragon's eyes narrowed, "Human, what are you..."

Constantine stood on the long street, countless stars appeared above his head, and in the middle of the sea of stars, his real name [Odin] was shining.

The ground beneath his feet shook violently, and the tremors soon spread throughout the city.

Looking at the bright starry curtain on the long street, the gray dragon suddenly remembered the ancient legend that had been circulating inside the Dragon Hall for many years, so it let out a scream, flapped its wings vigorously, and climbed sharply into the sky.

"In the name of the High Star, open the door of fate. ”

"The stars have descended, and the wheel of fortune has begun to turn. ”

Constantine read the two sentences that came to mind.

As if receiving some kind of order, the stars above his head fell one after another, submerging into the earth under his feet, activating a certain magic circle that had been sealed in the dust for thousands of years in the depths of the leyline.

Star-blue lines of magic spread along Constantine's feet towards the ruins of the entire city.

Winterfell, which had been silent for twelve years, boiled at this moment.

The north wind weaved through the ruins of Winterfell, but this time, instead of a mournful whimper, they sang merrily.

Rumble!

An incomparably dazzling light erupted from Winterfell, and a pillar of blue light pierced into the sky like a sword, enveloping the entire city in dazzling starlight.

The dazzling torrent of light flowed endlessly across the sky, stretching out thousands of miles away, like the pen of the gods smearing brilliant colors on the drawing board.

Countless people have witnessed this magnificent sight.

In the Governor's Palace in Sunset City, Rudis stood on the terrace in a daze, looking at the colorful visions in the sky, the wine glass in his hand had been shattered on the ground, and the red wine was spilled on the ground.

The Dragon Vein Warlock was unaware of it, muttering to himself, "What the hell is this.... Is it a miracle?"

"It turns out that this is the real key. Thousands of miles away, Laplace, who was watching this scene, was equally thoughtful.

In the Great Temple of Radiance, the Pope, who was meditating and resting, opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the northern kingdom, with a smile of relief in his eyes.

On the top floor of the Magic Tower, Joey and Ora stand side by side.

The moment the aurora appeared, the old arcanist's body trembled, the robe on his body moved without wind, and then his face showed extremely complicated feelings: "That stinky boy, has you already opened Faust's mausoleum? ”

An imperceptible light flashed in Ora's eyes.

.......

Kayan fell heavily on the snow.

When she got up, she saw the brilliant starlight erupting from the direction of Winterfell.

The light rose into the sky, weaving into a colorful and brilliant aurora curtain, stretching thousands of miles away, illuminating the entire snowfield and occupying her entire field of vision.

Gayan's mind went blank for a moment, completely forgetting Constantine's instructions before leaving, and ran all the way in the direction of Winterfell.

However, when she returned to the outside of Winterfell, she froze, standing like a sculpture for a long time.

Before her eyes, the magnificent ruins of Winterfell had vanished without a trace.

In the vast world, there is nothing but a white snowfield.

The whole of Winterfell has disappeared, like a mirage in the desert, leaving only an unattainable legend for future generations.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only reckless.

In the silence of the world, only the snowflakes still wandered tirelessly, dancing freely with the north wind and falling softly on her shoulders.

(Volume 2: The End of the Northern Snowfall)