The moment the guardian light from [Divine Bless Flower] dimmed, a small black shard pierced through the ring and struck at Drex's chest.

Faced with the near-range fatal blow, Drakes reacted as quickly as he could, completing a space-like magic in less than a tenth of an eye.

The old man's body suddenly disappeared from the spot, and shifted half a meter to the side, no more, no less, just enough for the dimensional rift to graze his right arm by a fraction of a second.

If the flash was slower or shorter, his right arm would be completely pierced by the dimensional rift, just like Younas did that day.

Just this small detail, the strong prediction ability and combat skills of the Grand Judge have been vividly reflected, which is breathtaking.

Unable to seriously injure Drakes, Constantine was a little regretful, but not disappointed, so that countless heretics were terrified that if the Grand Inquisitor was so easy to kill, he would not be worthy of becoming the second person in the Holy See.

Being able to disrupt the other party's rhythm and delay time, even if it is only a few tens of precious seconds, is enough.

He didn't think that he could defeat Drakes, the gap in magic power between the two sides was there, even if he awakened the [Azure Star Domain], his magic strength skyrocketed, and even stepped into the crown rank in one fell swoop, the gap between him and Drakes was still too big.

Strength is power, and the power accumulated over a long period of time is more convincing than anything, and it is far from being compensated for by talent and luck.

Constantine was never a man of tendons, and if he missed, he would immediately flee, which was the style of a first-class hunter.

So, without the slightest hesitation, Constantine chose ............ Run away.

Phew, it should be called a strategic retreat!

Constantine silently corrected the words in his heart, can the bounty hunter escape?

While the holy and magnificent light slurry was still brewing in the heavenly vault, Constantine began to gestitute and chant a long spatial incantation.

The ball of light in his hand bloomed with pure brilliance, and countless tiny arcane runes surrounded the sphere, and energy surged out, forming a small portal in front of him.

Thanks to the time when he helped Joey with chores in the magic tower, Constantine already knew the principles of most teleportation magic arrays, but he was limited by the lack of magic power and knew nothing about the spatial structure, so he could not learn the arcane of teleportation.

So now that he has become a crown mage, his first thought is to use teleportation to transfer himself.

In the sky, the holy and grand, but destructive pillar of light was blasting towards Constantine across a distance of hundreds of thousands of miles.

The light was still in the sky, but Constantine felt that the fluff on the back of his neck was burning as if it was about to burn, and the divine power contained in this light far exceeded his imagination.

With the [Azure Star Domain] that was still in its embryonic stage, it would definitely not be able to stop such a terrifying Holy Radiance.

A bead of sweat oozed from Constantine's forehead, and the incantation was chanted at such speed that his tongue seemed to curl and his teeth were faintly sore, but he still held every syllable with great strength.

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

This is a life-and-death situation, and he must successfully complete the teleportation spell before the Holy Radiance falls, otherwise, what awaits him will be death.

Space magic is the most rigid and demanding existence in the magical realm, and there is no room for error.

At the slightest flaw, the entire teleportation framework is in vain, meaning that all of the Arcanist's efforts are in vain.

So, at the critical moment, Constantine's calm personality and the hellish spell-casting training he endured in the magic tower once again saved him, and he successfully opened the portal under great pressure.

When the last syllable blurted out, Constantine's chest was already soaked with sweat, and he couldn't tell whether it was hot or cold.

The portal glowed softly, rippling like water...

Constantine stepped into the portal with his front foot.

But at this moment, the furious waves of the Sea of Divine Radiance surged, and the surging energy instantly dispersed the scattered dozens of stars guarding the portal.

A violent explosion sounded, and the energy storm swept away countless remnants of snow.

A wave of qi erupted, engulfing Constantine's entire body into the teleportation light, while his chest was suffocated, and a strong smell of blood rose in his throat.

The intense pain hit me, and the bones in my body seemed to be shattered.

"Really...... It's handsome for no more than three seconds. Constantine spurted blood, and a second before he passed out, he didn't forget to laugh at himself, and then the blue light of the water enveloped his whole body.

Finally, his eyes went dark.

......

Drakes' figure slowly fell.

After an earth-shattering battle, the entire snowfield, the knee-deep layer of heavy snow has completely vaporized, leaving only wisps of white mist lingering in the bare black rocks.

The old man landed in the open space where Constantine had stood, and an old palm poked out of his white sleeve, and his fingers hooked slightly.

The mist rose and appeared in front of Drakes in a hazy mirror.

Drexes stared unblinkingly at the image retraced by the Mirror Magic, revealing a faintly glowing light portal.

"[Chaotic Teleportation]. Drakes frowned.

The teleportation location of [Chaos Teleportation] is completely random, and can be teleported to any corner outside the center of the caster's own circle, and the diameter can be 100 meters, 10000 meters, or even 10,000 meters away.

Drakes has completely lost his goal, and he understands that his actions have failed.

Searching for a stealthy bounty hunter in this vast snowfield of dense coniferous forests and hills can be challenging.

Moreover, Drex does not have so much energy, as the Grand Inquisitor, he still has a lot of affairs to deal with, this time he went deep into the northern kingdom alone for several months, chased and killed Constantine, and used the [Oracle Technique], which is already his limit.

If he continues to pursue and kill desperately, I am afraid that it will alarm the powerhouses of the Dragon Lance Dynasty and cause even greater turmoil.

After careful consideration, Drexes made the difficult decision to leave and return to the Holy Empire.

But that doesn't mean he will give up killing Constantine, he has a last resort.

Drex's brow furrowed even deeper, if he had a choice, he really didn't want to use this hidden secret to contact the dangerous forces in the depths of the Savage Continent to help him do this.

It was an ancient organization that even Drakes felt deeply jealous and feared.

Closing his eyes, in the sea of consciousness, a long-dusted symbol lit up, sending a message to somewhere thousands of miles away.

After a while, the space above Drakes's head fluctuated, and countless ripples of shadows spread rapidly, and chaotic lights and shadows continued to emerge in the void....

The countless rubble on the ground trembled, and then involuntarily floated up, suspended in the air...

In the sky, the dark clouds that had already dispersed closed again, and it was extremely gloomy.

A powerful will has descended on the snowy field.

"Ten years have passed, and I didn't expect you to remember us, the inquisitors of the Holy See. ”

A lazy voice sounded above Drakes's head, a playful tone with a hint of mockery, "But it's okay, the Dragon Palace has always taken good care of the old friends I used to work with, so I don't mind your rudeness." ”

"But before that, you have to give me a good reason to summon me, or I don't mind grabbing a few cardinals for lunch the day after tomorrow, in order to compensate for my unpleasantness of being disturbed from sleep. ”

The mist slowly condensed in front of Drex, and in the mist, a huge eye the size of an adult appeared.

The pupils of the eyes were a silent gray, with a vertical line in it, as cold and indifferent as a straight sword.