The sky was getting darker, and a crescent moon appeared in the sky, and the faint moonlight sprinkled on the interior of the central mountain range, cold as frost.

Under the faint moonlight, the main peak of the central mountain range is like a lonely stone pillar, inserted in the endless earth.

The earth shook, and on the horizon, the figures of the Ice Knights appeared.

At the front of the knights' queue, the Marquis of Caulfield raised his head and looked coldly at the foot of the mountain not far away.

Constantine was standing at the foot of the mountain.

Seeing Constantine, the Marquis of Caulfield had a mocking smile on his face: "Not running away?"

Constantine spread his hands and said innocently, "Why should I run?"

"I thought you would go up the mountain to hide for a while, but I didn't expect to stand here waiting for me to kill, do you think you still have the possibility of escaping now?"

"Or do you still expect your companion with the level of the Sanctuary to be able to rescue you in front of so many of us?" Caulfield suddenly raised his head coldly, looking halfway up the mountain.

Halfway up the mountainside, a dazzling golden light lit up.

The flame full of divine meaning fell from the middle of the mountain, drawing a brilliant tail of flame, and the long sword condensed by the holy flame was extremely bright, like a meteor flying in the night.

Roland leapt down the mountain, and the long-standing Huanghuang slashed at Caulfield below.

Divine Slash, a special sword technique belonging to the Paladin.

Seeing Roland appear like a god of war, Caulfield was not surprised, let alone panicked, but indifferently held the hilt of the sword, and in the crisp concussion sound, the [Moon Scar] was already out of the sheath.

A moonlight countless times brighter than the crescent moon hanging in the sky rose with the sword.

The pale golden flame in Roland's hand burned even more vigorously, and he must not have any reservations in the face of a strong opponent like Caulfield.

The moonlight and the sacred flame converged and annihilated each other, blooming a magnificent firework in the night sky.

A gust of wind erupted from the ground, engulfing countless flying sand and stones, and the Ice Knights retreated, dodging the sharp sword wind.

Only Caulfield was unmoved, just indifferently stared at Roland who was getting closer and closer, and a murderous moment burst out in his eyes, and the moon scar provoked a flash of silver light, slashing at the oncoming golden sword.

The two people who made the move, one was Roland Austin, the youngest in the Holy Empire, and the other was one of the nine dragon knights of the dynasty, Calfield, a veteran powerhouse in the mainland.

The battle between the old and new generations of martial arts powerhouses in the human world kicked off tonight in the Central Mountain Range.

Rumble!

A loud bang erupted over the main peak, and the second sword clash was fancy, and a huge magical aura swept through, causing the trees within hundreds of meters behind him to make a cracking sound.

The Ice Knights and Silver Dragon Samurai activated their protective sword qi as fast as they could, and retreated some distance to avoid being involved in the aftermath of the battle between the two peerless powerhouses.

The warhorse under Caulfield's crotch let out a wail, and was crushed into a blur of flesh on the ground by the two terrifying forces that descended.

The wind was so strong that even Constantine let out a soft snort and took a step back.

Ignoring the tragic death of his mount, Caulfield leaped into the air, and the [Moon Scar] broke through the mountain wind, turning into a silver rainbow and stabbing towards Roland.

The paladin's face was solemn, his left hand held up a shield of holy light, and with a twist of his right wrist, the flaming sword was horizontal in front of the shield, and the sword and shield crossed into a cross, while blocking Caulfield's sword.

The sword and light shield shattered at the same time in front of the legendary long sword, and [Moon Scar] broke through the defense of the sword and shield in one go, and plunged straight into Roland's chest.

With a wave of his hand, Roland condensed the scattered flames into a blade again, holding Caulfield's sword.

The sword shadows were mottled, and with his superb sword skills, Roland blocked all attacks aimed at the vital point, and golden flame ripples continued to swing around his body, colliding with the dragon vein magic of Caulfield.

The silver dragon vein aura was cold and domineering, invading Roland's flame protection pervasively, although Roland's divine power was slightly weaker, but it was extremely balanced in attributes, and it steadily resisted Calfield's attack.

The blazing flames and the icy blades clashed incessantly, and in just a few seconds, the two powerhouses had already fought dozens of swords against each other, falling to the ground and each flying backwards, opening up a distance of about ten positions.

The flame sword in Roland's hand was only a little dim flame, and the [Moon Scar] in Caulfield's hand was as cold as ever, and the light did not weaken for the slightest.

The battle came and ended quickly, and the whole process was dizzying, and only Constantine could see it very clearly.

The battle was a draw.

Caulfield stood firmly, his gaze moving back and forth between Constantine and Roland, "It's really interesting that the two finalists of the Holy Empire Martial Arts Conference are here at the same time tonight. ”

His gaze then fell back to Roland, "With this level of magic power at this age, the sun among the younger generation of the Holy Empire really lives up to its name. ”

"It's a pity that tonight, the Holy Empire is missing a young Sword Saint. ”

Caulfield laughed grimly. "Young man, your potential is amazing, even better than Morgan and Fastia back then, but your biggest mistake was to choose to be my enemy at the wrong time, and now you are not worthy of being my opponent. ”

Caulfield does not hide his admiration for Roland, but he also makes no difference in pointing out that Roland is no match for him

Roland said calmly, "Without the [Moon Scar], you may not be able to retreat with your whole body just now, Your Excellency Marquis." ”

"Really?"

The dragon knight, who had been famous for many years, shrugged his shoulders absently, "Weapons are also a very important part of the composition of strength, and don't forget, I haven't used the dragon vein ability just now, young man." ”

The most powerful thing about the dragon veiners is undoubtedly their special abilities, and Caulfield's biggest reliance is also on this, once he uses the dragon vein skills, it means that Roland will have no chance of winning.

"You can try it later. Roland said, bowing to Caulfield and assuming the etiquette of a formal duel. "Please continue to teach your seniors. ”

There was a commotion behind him.

"I don't like trouble, please give me a reason not to directly order an attack to kill you. The Marquis looked at Roland indifferently, ignoring Constantine next to him.

As a powerhouse in the Sanctuary Realm, Roland, in this case, deserves more attention from Caulfield.

Roland didn't reply, but said calmly, "Because you won't refuse my challenge, senior." ”

Caulfield's eyes narrowed.

Roland's words are right, as one of the nine dragon knights of the dynasty, it would be too embarrassing to refuse the challenge of a junior knight in front of so many subordinates.

And Caulfield couldn't think of a reason to lose.

"Very well, I accept your duel, but I should be told in advance that the duel between you and me does not include this kid, and my men will continue to attack later, and it is impossible to delay his escape. ”

Caulfield's mind was spinning, and he thought he understood Roland's intentions, so he sneered reassuringly and pointed at Constantine.

Roland glanced at Constantine, but the boy seemed very calm.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. ”

Constantine patted Roland on the shoulder and instructed in a sincere tone: "Don't lose, of course, if you really can't beat, run quickly, don't believe in any damn chivalry, it's not shameful at all, this kind of thing has been done many times before by your master." ”

Roland was speechless.

A moment later, the two figures bloomed with dazzling brilliance and swept towards the top of the main peak.

Gold and silver alternate like a lingering satin that reaches the top of the clouds.

Looking at the two rays of light rising in the night, Rudis outside the cliff spoke, "That little guy with divine power is the rumored Roland Austen?"

"If you want to go over and help Caulfield, you'll get past me first. Brilon coughed, but his eyes were unusually determined.

Rudis shook his head, "As soon as you enter the Holy Realm, you will be extraordinary, and you and I are not capable of interfering in this level of fighting, so it is better to be a spectator honestly." ”

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Rudis smiled slightly: "For me, it would be best if Roland could defeat Caulfield, and if not, it would be good to make him lose his vitality, I just need to watch you now, so that you can't go to support Constantine and complete the mission." ”

"The rebels are gone, and that kid is going to die, so why should you struggle any longer? Rudis played with the staff in his hand, "The door of the Yusel family will be open for you whenever you want." ”

Brillouin just smiled contemptuously, "I believe Your Highness. ”

Rudis sighed, feeling a little sorry, "They've already started attacking, but it's a pity that you can't go and collect the body of your Highness in person now, Brillouin." ”

The Knights of the Ice River marched in unison and charged towards the isolated Constantine at the foot of the mountain.

The snow shines brightly in the night, as if it were day.

Dozens of silver sword qi broke through the air, intertwining the graticule of death, shrouding all directions, and it was the silver dragon warriors who made a move.

Even Constantine in his intact state couldn't resist the combined attacks of all the Silver Dragon Warriors while resisting hundreds of Ice Knights, not to mention that he still had the wounds left by the fight with Rudis.

But the boy was still calm, calm like a sculpture made of stone.

Seeing this scene, even the Ice Knights, who were enemies, felt a little admired, and among all the people they had killed, Constantine was undoubtedly the calmest one before he died.

It's all coming to an end, though, the Ice Riders thought without emotion.

As the sound of horses' hooves approached, the tide of killing intent quickly approached.

The last member of the Elliottard family is about to die tonight, ending his tragic life, and the history and glory of the old duchy will end with the death of Constantine.

An era will come to an end.

It seems that miracles will never happen.

Even Rudis, who was in the distance, closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

Brillouin still waited silently and stubbornly.

What was Constantine thinking at the end of his life?

Disappointment, resentment, complaining or despair?

None of these emotions appeared in the young man's heart, and he was calm, silently counting in his heart, as he had for many years.

The black robe on his body did not move, and his eyes looked indifferently at the Ice Knights who rushed towards him.

He didn't draw his sword, he didn't chant a spell, he just waited.

A bright moon crossed the main peak of the central mountain range, and the moonlight gently shone on the boy, and Constantine stood in the moonlight like a dark statue.

Constantine raised his head, looked at the full moon hanging high above his head, and suddenly laughed.

What is he laughing at?

Countless questions came to the minds of the Ice Knights, but doubts arose, and they did not stop charging.

In the next moment, a wild howl resounded through the mountains and reached the knights' ears clearly in the moonlight.

That's a wolf howl.