The gray dragon's fleshy wings flapped, the strong air currents raged in the mountains, the towering fir trees shook their thick bodies, and countless broken branches and leaves rushed towards the main peak, whistling past Roland and Ziegfried.

The two of them held their breath at the same time, and they paid twelve points of attention, facing a real dragon, they had to go all out from the beginning, and they must not slack off in the slightest.

Just before the two top swordsmen were ready to strike, the dragon opened its mouth first, pouring out the scorching energy trapped in its throat along with the anger that had been building up for days.

The first blow was the dragon's breath that fell from the sky.

The dark green dragon flame brushed the sky like a dark tide, like some abstract painter throwing paint onto a drawing board.

It's just that this dark green paint does not contain water, but an aggregate of elements with destructive power.

The breath seemed to have no temperature, but the breath it emitted came into contact with the trees at the foot of the mountain, and these fir trees and bushes that had survived for thousands of years in the harsh cold of the snowy peaks of the northern realm were dyed with an unclean dark green, and then quickly withered away, turning into a green liquid in one place.

"It's corrosion. Roland's eyelids jumped slightly, and he raised his hand to bless himself and Siegfried with a [Holy Light Shield].

A milky white glow danced over the two of them as Roland began to chant the Great Purification incantation that would dissolve the power of darkness and curse.

Divine light rained down like drops, turning into a milky white mist that surrounded the two of them.

Pale gray magic poured out from Siegfried's body, and the dragon veiners looked eagerly at the dragon in the sky.

"I'll assist, you attack. Roland said, and after a short thought, he decisively made arrangements, and his hand lit up with the light of divine magic.

This is not timidity, but the result of deliberate consideration.

Siegfried's strength traits and bloodline abilities make him unrivaled in offense, while Roland's divine power is more inclined to support and defensive, which is the best division of labor at the moment.

The dragon vein youth surprisingly did not taunt the paladin a few words this time, but nodded his chin imperceptibly, and his tone was serious, "Since you are that kid's subordinate knight, I will trust you once, don't let me down." ”

After saying this, Siegfried rushed towards the breath that corroded everything without hesitation.

He seemed to want to use the sword in his body to fight against the dragon's devastating breath.

If it was the first time to meet Siegfried, then Roland would probably think that the other party was definitely a whimsical madman, but after seeing the demeanor of the young man arrogantly rushing towards the avalanche with one man and one sword, Roland actually had infinite confidence in Siegfried.

If he were any other human powerhouse on the continent, Roland would not stay to assist the other party, but would turn around and leave as soon as possible, without staying for a moment.

The gap between the human body and the high-level dragon clan is like the gap between a magic apprentice and a crown mage, and no matter how powerful the Sanctuary warrior is, he will not have a chance to win against the dragon.

But Siegfried is different.

Because he had the blood of the Nibelungen in his body, and he had the sword of the Nibelungen in his hand.

Slaying dragons is his fate.

Siegfried rushed headlong into the dark green flame stream, a corrosive acid mist drifting past him, purified into harmless clear water by the holy light.

As he ran out of the dragon flames, his body glowed with a white-gold glow, and the scales of the Divine Dragons covered all parts of the waist up.

Noticing the changes in Siegfried's body, the gray dragon's one-size-sized pupils narrowed slightly.

"Galajos, you're the guy again. The gray dragon let out a hoarse roar, roaring out the name of the dragon that he hated, and the murderous intent in his eyes soared.

The gray dragon didn't use his breath anymore, it was in vain, the divine dragon's elemental resistance was second to none of all dragons, not to mention that there was that pesky paladin behind him to assist Siegfried.

A powerful sword aura rose from the ground, and Siegfei clenched [Balmunch], and the pale gray sword light pierced the dragon's fleshy wings.

The gray dragon flapped its wings and quickly dodged the blow, and the body of a gray hill descended from the sky with a sharp wind, and slapped its claws on the top of Siegfried's head.

A huge shadow hung over Siegfried.

The dragon vein man raised his magic sword and placed it across his head, holding the claw that fell from the sky.

With a click, the frozen ground beneath Siegfried's feet let out a mournful roar, and the whole piece sank. It was like cardboard that had been hit by a giant hammer, and it was filled with smoke and dust.

Each of the gray dragon's fingernails was the length of a St. Peter's greatsword, and the cold light shone sharply, passing through Siegfried's hair and grazing his neck.

The young man's feet sank deep into the dirt pit, and he pressed against the claws that kept pressing down on the top of his head, and a crisp crackling sound came from his whole body.

The bones of an ordinary human could not withstand the dragon's blow, but Siegfried could.

But that's already his limit.

"Stupid human, even if you inherit the bloodline of that rebel, but after all, you are just a small human, do you really think you can fight against the dragons?" the dragon sneered.

Several rays of light lit up on Siegfried's body, and Roland blessed Siegfried with [Divine Blessing], [Extraordinary Strength], [Protection of Light] and other divine techniques in one go.

Ziegfei, who had received the divine amplification, let out a roar, and the blood gauge of the magic sword lit up with a dark red glow.

The gray dragon felt a burning pain in its claws, as if it was pressing a hot volcano on its hands, and in shock, it quickly removed its claws and flared its wings to return to the air.

A dark whirlwind blew up and circled above Siegfried's head, letting out a heart-stopping roar that seemed to be the roar of hundreds of dragons.

A dark red light erupted, and Siegfei leaped to his feet, moving his sword at an astonishing speed, and the magic sword pierced through the gray dragon's right claw, and a large puff of blood splattered out.

Compared to the dragon's claws, the magic sword in Siegfei's hand was as inconspicuous as a toothpick.

But it was such a toothpick, but it pierced the dragon's body.

With a successful blow, Siegfried did not hesitate to inject magic power into the magic sword.

The wound widened along the piercing part of the sword, and a line of blood spread from the dragon's claws to the dragon's entire arm at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dragon's scales couldn't help but crack, and the dragon's blood ejected from the torn wound, like a spring of earth.

The blood mist filled.

From the dragon's mouth came a howl that shook the mountains.

It could never have imagined that this human could really hurt itself.

What terrified the dragon even more was the weapon in Siegfried's hand, how strong the dragon's defense was, but in front of this strange sword, its proud dragon body was as shattered as cheese under a hot knife.

What kind of sword is this?