"Maen, you don't remember me, do you? ”

As he uttered the last sentence, the White King kicked his left leg violently, and his body shot out.

A huge cloud of dragon breath bombarded the ground beside the White King, and the earth was like burning paper, and it was corroded and disintegrated inch by inch.

Just now a mysterious power was injected into the White King's body, not only did he restore all the Force, the White King felt stronger than before, the owner of the mysterious power did not know who it was, but the White King knew that the mysterious man wanted to see a gladiatorial fight.

His gladiatorial fight with Maun.

It's like between the experiment, and the death of one of the subjects ends it all.

"Maun, this is another warning from me. ”

The dragon turned around, and the huge dragon wings swept across the White King's waist, and the dragon's pupils burned with dark flames, and the surrounding Force was twisted by it.

"Maen, this is the last time. The White King didn't want to admit it, but the low roar of the dragon forced him to take action.

It's another cloud of dragon breath, stronger and more condensed than before, dragging the tail flame that only comets have.

"!"

The White King scolded angrily, and a roll dodged the frontal bombardment of the dragon's breath, but the aftermath of the energy burned his face red, and the Force in his body began to be disordered.

The White King summoned the cross ruling, grabbed the tail end with his right hand, and pulled it behind him, just like the last time he faced Experiment Subject Eleven, except that the little girl who had once hid behind him had become a starry sky dragon roaring in front of him.

A huge tornado that seemed to be red flew out as the White King swept out of the Cross Judgment, whistling and sweeping through Maon's body.

The scarlet storm of death sliced through every corner of the dragon's body, spinning at high speed and roaring out of the sound barrier, and the sand and stones of the second layer of ruins trembled with a piercing sound, jumping up and down.

As the realm ascended, the White King sensed a closer connection between himself and the Cross Judgment.

"Roar. ”

A deep dragon groan burst out of the storm, and in the White King's sight, a tall dragon body struck from the tornado, the speed at which lightning broke through the clouds.

The White King wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands, and a wild 'gurgling' sound came out of his throat, and at this moment, he turned into the silver wolf king who looked at the moon in the snowfield, and the wolf king roared at the moon, rushing to the limit of speed, leading the wolves to challenge the dragon high above.

Launched at exactly the same time, the White King and the dragon hedged away. The storm of the incarnation of the Cross Judgment surrounded the White King, countless blood-red blades guarding his own king, and the White King's hands reached into the storm, and the crimson blood-stained sword shone on his hands.

Starry Sky Dragon!

Cross Verdict!

With the red power of the cross, the White King used his human body to reach the speed of Ma'en after turning into a dragon, and his body was a sharp blade that cut through the dragon's body, tearing apart the starry realm around the dragon. The dragon roared wildly, its wings swept back, and the massive creature erupted at unimaginable speeds, the air shook, and a star-colored sound cone appeared behind it. He broke through the sound barrier, and the opposite tone cone flashed behind the White King, evenly matched in speed, and the speed of sound was hedged.

The air between the two sides was suppressed to the limit by speed, and the White King gritted his teeth and endured the skin that had cracked due to the speed, and the force that had just swelled was the flood of the Epsom Gate, and a crazy hurricane swept through the entire space, and in a thunderous sonic boom, the two sides collided with flesh and blood.

The speed is comparable, the huge body of the giant dragon mountain occupies an absolute advantage, the white king is pushed back by Maen's crazy speed, the dragon spreads its wings and sticks to the ground, the dragon wings fly sand and stones, the dragon head has been pushing the white king to the edge of the second layer of space, raising his head and roaring, burying him in the ruins.

Maen suddenly collapsed to the ground, she was not surrendering, she was the starry sky dragon, she was Maen, and the pride planted in the bottom of her heart did not allow her to surrender to anyone. But the huge dragon pupils evaporated with star-colored energy, and the red blood-dripping long sword was inserted into the eyes respectively, and the moment it hit, the White King destroyed Maen's eyes!

"Maen, I don't ask for your forgiveness. The voice was cold, coming from the ruins.

The hands that were completely covered with blood poked out from between the stones, and two long swords jumped on them, and the ghost of the white king's body swept up, naked, and the long sword was raised high, aiming at the root of the dragon's wings, and the two hands slashed, and two red shadows flew by, fiercely inserting into the dragon's body.

"Together, we should step on your wings and let the world seek our tolerance. The white king stood at the head of the dragon, the sword in his hand kept switching, cutting off the already fragile dragon horns, stepping on his feet, the blood-stained sword completely submerged, and in the dragon's head, there was a deafening roar.

Then, the four long swords made a sharp arc in the air, forming a cross shape, turning into a circular wheel in the palm of the White King's hand, rubbing the metal hum on the dragon's forelimbs, and the broken armor shattered and flew out from the dragon's knees, and the White King once again destroyed Maen's feet.

"I'll take your place and make them repent. ”

All the long swords paused instantly, surrounding the huge body of the dragon, the tip of the sword pointed at the dragon, and the white king jumped to the ground, with his back to Maen, and walked forward step by step, with each step, a long sword would be inserted into Maen's body.

The swords resonated with each other, and Ma'en's whole body burned with a dazzling red blood light.

The final attack from the Cross Judgment took shape, and now the white king's blood-stained appearance may be the masterpiece that Guthor wanted, as if the huge metal cage firmly bound the noble starry sky dragon, and the invisible red energy flowed from the long sword into the dragon's body, making a heart-palpitating breaking sound, Maen spasmed and roared, and the empty and invisible eyes looked at the white king's footsteps unwillingly, and his body fell to the ground like a mountain.

The gladiatorial fight ends.

The presiding officer should hold aloft the cross ruling and cheer the victor.

Hearing the sound of the death of the huge creature, the white king stopped, and the emotions that erupted were mixed, anger, unwillingness, resentment, and mixed negative emotions froze the air, but more, it was still the blank in the white king's eyes that was confused.

He just wasn't used to it, the girl who wasn't used to getting along for a few days had become a dragon with teeth and claws, and a smile curled up in the corner of her eyes was already the dragon's angry roar, looking at the dead and decadent creature in front of him, no longer noble, and the body that was pierced into a hedgehog was only ugly.

That peaceful country longs for the ordinary flower girl, now she should dance in the endless flower field, butterflies flutter around her, kiss her cheek, leave the fragrance of pollen, maybe she should have a beloved at her current age, the two laugh and lie in the sea of flowers, taste the sweetness of each other's mouths with the tip of their tongues, there should be a sapling she planted as a child in the flower field, the sapling grows into a dense green tree, and shades the sea breeze blowing from the south for the sweet world of two.

But her wish came true, didn't she? How ordinary, dying here, who knows?

The White King closed his eyes, not wanting to resist, he won the dragon, but he was the biggest loser.

Suddenly, a whistling wind blew the White King's hair, and the White King turned his head, and Ma'en's huge dragon claws slapped down on him, mercilessly, and the huge shadow was like a falling mountain.

The final blow before dying?

The White King subconsciously used his right hand to cover forward, death came so calmly, it was probably the most terrible thing in front of others, to the White King just met an old friend, he killed Maen, and Maen slapped him into meat sauce with a dragon claw.

No one owes anyone more.

The dragon's claws scratched through an inch of air, and the air howled and howled like the flesh and blood of the White King about to collapse.

The White King closed his eyes and waited quietly.

The people of the village, I still haven't been able to do it······ But we're about to meet, and when I think of another world, I'll be able to laugh, and I'm looking forward to it. When I arrive, everyone has to take care of me and wash the dust, these days I miss everyone's craftsmanship, I have to eat from house to house, my stomach is already growling.

It's really sad, I've always been a stupid kid whose brain has not grown up.

The pendulum of time ticked by, and the White King stood in front of the dragon's body, the image of a mountain rock on the top of a snow-capped mountain that was subjected to the cold wind, he admired the silhouette of death and listened to its footsteps.

Deathly······ How did it come so slowly?

The white king slowly raised his eyelids, he wanted to urge death, don't grind like an octogenarian old woman.

But the blackness that obscured its gaze, the White King could no longer close his eyes.

A terrible scream came from the black round giant door, and the cry made the white king's goosebumps tremble, and a huge black hand as thin as a skeleton stretched out from the giant door, blocking in front of him, holding the dragon claw in the palm of his hand.

The dragon roared out of her near-death unwillingness, and was held by the black hand, and the pain that was enough to kill her a thousand times spread throughout her body by the way, and she finally feared, afraid of the black round door, and fear was 'teaching' her black hand.

Prison Gate: One Hand!

This is not the power of the rulings of the cross!

Gusor, who was watching from afar, was raised by his beard in horror, and of course he could see that this was not the cross ruling, the black hand, Gusor believed that even adults did not know that such a power was dormant in the body of the White King.

"This world······ Will there ever be such a powerful, terrifying force?"

Maen's dragon claws, in the palm of the demon's black hand, were as soft as a baby, and the black hand was lightly forced, and the sound of shattering and the mournful roar of the dragon were staggered and undulating.

The White King borrowed the black hand and looked at the dragon's body, hoping to see Ma'en's clear eyes before she died.

But the truth is colder than the round gate of hell, and crueler than the power of the silver-robed man.

She was finally dead, scarred by the White King's slashing ruling, and the demon's hand was the last straw that crushed her.

Ordinary and silent, just a little more starlight in this dark second layer.

Is this a starry sky that belongs to me alone? The White King looked up, Ma'en's body continued to decompose, and the starlight within his reach became denser and denser, flickering, and it was Ma'en smiling with her freckled face.

The white king's pupils flashed with complicated light, his teeth were about to be crushed by himself, and he raised his hand, obviously it was close in front of him, but how could the starlight not touch it, a tear crossed the corner of his eye, transparent and crystalline, it was the white king's heart dripping blood.

Gusol stood quietly behind him, silent, he couldn't bear to make a sound.

Mixed with the wind of sadness blew, the White King suddenly turned his head and looked at Gusol quietly, no hatred, no anger, just silence, just no emotion.

Looking at those eyes, Gusol swallowed, creepy.

The boy who slayed the dragon in front of him has become a dragon.