Silver beads of blood flowed slowly on the ground.

Caulfield looked silently at the huge wound on his body, which had been pulled almost diagonally from his shoulders to his chest and abdomen, and did not speak, his brow furrowed.

In my memory, when was the last time I was seriously injured like this?

Roland's face was a little pale, the sword just now seemed ordinary, but it used nearly one-third of his magic power, and he integrated all his comprehension of swordsmanship into it, so that he could hit the opponent hard with the power of a sword in such a short period of time.

In the state of dragonization, Caulfield is extremely strong in dragon scale protection, and according to common sense, no magic or alchemy weapon can leave the slightest trace on it.

Coupled with the Sanctuary-level Magical Protector, Caulfield can even use his body to resist most Legendary-level alchemy equipment, and opponents can often only sit back and watch their attacks return in despair.

In the entire continent, there are extremely few opponents who can allow Caulfield to use the power of the silver dragon bloodline, and even those strong people who have reached the peak of the Holy Domain are not willing to face the dragon knight in the strongest state.

In the eyes of all the spectators, including Caulfield himself, with the strength of a top-level dragon veiner, it should be easy to crush a new Sword Saint like Roland.

And now the results have exceeded his expectations.

After noticing the disappearance of the movement on the mountain, several people at the foot of the mountain looked at each other.

"Who the hell won?" Borcherz asked.

"I don't know, but the divine aura emitted by Roland seems to have disappeared, so the one who wins is ...... Caulfield?" Mordred said with a frown.

Karena shook her head, her voice a little hesitant, "If Roland loses, Caulfield should immediately come down the mountain to trouble us, I think, it may be Roland." ”

Despite this, Red Moon's tone was still unsure, the strength of the Dragon Knight had long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, even in the hostile force field of the Marquis of Calfield, intellectually speaking, it was difficult for her to imagine the fact that Caulfield would be defeated for a while.

Constantine's eyes flickered, and he sensed that Roland should have used the power of the holy sword.

[Durandal] is one of the epic weapons, higher than the legendary in the weapon sequence, and has a powerful attribute that will never be destroyed or decayed.

However, after all, this is a weapon left over from thousands of years ago, and Constantine himself does not know how much magical power this Holy Cross sword still retains today.

He was also nervous in his heart.

Caulfield suddenly raised his head, stared at the classical and elegant cross sword in Roland's hand, and said, "This sword...... What's your name? It can pierce my dragon body. ”

Roland held the holy sword across his chest, "This is the sword that His Excellency Paladin once used, it is the strongest weapon in the world, no power can destroy and corrode it, hence the name Eternity." ”

"The Eternal Sword, an epic weapon?"

Caulfield was stunned for a moment, "The Paladin you call is the legendary powerhouse on the same level as the Nibelungen the Great, the greatest paladin?"

The titular founding emperor of the Dragon Lance Dynasty is Charlemagne, but it is clear that in the eyes of the dragon veins, only the dragon vein ancestor Nibelungen, who has subdued the divine dragon, is worthy of becoming the real "emperor" in their eyes.

Roland nodded.

"I see. ”

Caulfield said: "It is indeed not a shame to lose on this sword. ”

After saying this, a slender wound suddenly opened on his back, and silver blood spurted out again.

The sword qi emitted by Roland's sword just now directly penetrated his whole body after the dragon scales cracked, smashing his internal organs.

With such a serious injury, Caulfield knew that he would never survive again.

"You won. Caulfield, the loser, lightly elaborated on this fact.

Although strictly speaking, he was not defeated by Roland, but by the Holy Sword [Durandal].

But as he said when he went down the mountain, weapons are also a very important part of the strength mix, so Caulfield has no feelings of remorse.

A true warrior will not run away from any defeat, even if it means death in the end.

Caulfield has faced death many times, so there is no fear.

The moonlight was sprinkled, and the moonlight like water fell on Caulfield, rippling a silvery glow on the dragon knight's tall body.

Instead of looking at Roland again, Caulfield looked up with difficulty, and at the end of his life, looked at the moon in the sky.

The moon was round, and the moonlight was soft, sprinkled on the ground like transparent frost.

Countless images flashed before Caulfield's eyes: war, intrigue, growth, dumping, love, betrayal... There was even Rhaeggar's calm face before he died in the battle a few days ago.

In the end, everything vanished, and only the bright moon in the sky remained unchanged, extremely beautiful, quiet and serene.

He suddenly remembered that many years ago, when the high-spirited self first set foot on the battlefield, he seemed to see the same moonlight.

"The moonlight is beautiful tonight. ”

These are the last words that Caulfield left in this world,

His tone was relaxed and calm, as if he had returned to his carefree childhood and the time spent walking under the moon with his long-dead wife.

A gust of wind blew, and under the bright moonlight, the dragon knight's body dissipated into countless silver points of light, riding the wind away.

Roland looked at where Caulfield had been standing, and bowed solemnly as a sign of respect.

No matter what posterity says about his merits and demerits, it is undeniable that Caulfield is one of the strongest men in the human world, a peak of force that countless knights have spent their lives looking up to, an excellent general and family leader.

In the future, there will definitely be a page of his own.

Such a great enemy deserves Roland's inner respect.

......

The clouds opened and the fog dispersed, and the shadows of the trees swayed.

At the foot of the mountain, everyone is nervous, anxious, or restless waiting for the final outcome.

If Roland was defeated, the people present thought that they had no chance of winning in front of Caulfield, and even if the three best hunters of the Hunter Guild joined forces, it would be impossible to defeat a peerless powerhouse in the continent.

Even their previous victories were meaningless, as Caulfield could kill all the rebels as easily as they did the Ice Knights.

Everyone was in a heavy mood and was even ready to escape.

It wasn't until Roland's figure appeared on the mountain road that everyone's hearts finally let go of their throats and breathed a sigh of relief.

Borherz looked at the paladin who was getting closer and closer, forcibly suppressed the uneasiness and fear in his heart, swallowed his saliva, and asked cautiously, "Did you really win that dragon knight?"

Roland didn't speak, waved his hand and threw a clear long sword in front of everyone, the long sword stuck in the ground, shaking.