Unlike his own image of a traditional Western dragon, what came out of Hatilem's mouth was not a wave of energy like a shattered blast of wind, but a dragon's unique magic.

Dragon Spirit.

It is the remnant of the groundbreaking power, the most primitive language of the planet, with countless nicknames such as "universal language" and "language of creation", and it is the language of royal power that can command all things in the world to submit unconditionally during the Great War.

There is no need to codify spells and invoke spirits, the dragon spirit itself is magic, simply put, the power of "word spirit".

All you need to do is open your mouth, and everything will give in unconditionally, whether it will explode or die, because this is not a request, but an order.

Dragons can often settle battles as long as they use this move, so it is usually regarded as a must-kill for dragons, but Gibril, who has personally experienced fighting with dragons, knows that this can only be regarded as a normal trick at best.

Although the priority is high and it is impossible to break through without stronger force, Gypril has also survived being hit on more than one occasion.

But when Hatirem said it, her preconceived notions were overturned.

A loud roar resounded through the strait, almost making one think it was a collision of planets.

With an unspeakable and merciless truth, it caused everything within Hattilem's eye to burst open, bursting with dazzling white light.

In the snap of a finger, the earth-shattering divine power rushed away like lightning, raging, spreading pure destruction, whether it was the earth or the strait, the landscape that had survived the last battle between the god of war and the dragon king had completely turned into the dust of history.

The aftermath of a single sentence shows such power, and if you are a weak race, I am afraid that you will be swept away if you can't even resist.

In this magic that is so fast that people lose sight of time, Gypril jams time in a fraction of a millisecond, forcibly casting a space-time transfer that the Celestial Wings cannot learn.

Although the consumption of normal use is simply unbearable, it is still quite easy in the time and space where the dragon spirit species is distorted.

It took so many times before Gybriel managed to escape to a safer area, but neither she nor Hatirem looked away from the center of the white light.

They all knew very well that the words that made heaven and earth surrender could not move Roland.

And so, as if to confirm her thoughts, a leisurely voice came out of the nothingness where everything had turned to dust and everything had vanished.

“The World！”

Everything came to a halt at this moment, the process of explosion, the wind of counterattack, and the void covered with cobweb-like cracks all suddenly turned into a silent scene.

From the annihilated white light and the void left by the blackened strait, there was no place to stand, but still wandering in the void, unscathed, Roland walked out calmly.

He glanced into the distance, where he seemed to feel something, cast his gaze a moment before he was stopped, but still unable to resist the indescribable power of the figure of Gybril had been frozen in the air.

After indifferently shifting his gaze, Roland refocused his gaze on Hatirem roaming in the void, and couldn't help frowning.

"Why do you look sorry?"

"It's just a little emotional, and it can stop the power of the whole world, even I can't touch it."

After perceiving that Hatirem's feelings came from the heart, the corners of Roland's mouth couldn't help but grin.

"Even the result of being stopped for a moment didn't happen, but would you still care about this kind of thing?"

"After all, you're a rare good opponent," Hatilem looked at Roland with strange eyes, "and it's not surprising at all, I'm the dragon of time, and if any enemy can restrain me by prying the gears of time, wouldn't it be as ridiculous as if the king of time was defeated every day?" ”

"What I feel is the nature of your opponent, and with the help of the gears of time to perform this strange move, it can be said that it is invincible in ordinary battles."

"But in this world, the competition between the gods and the monsters they created is too fierce, and even the little wing that accompanies you has probably mastered the skin of stopping part of the area time, not to mention Artexiu or the little imp who always screams for victory, to stop their time, with the current consumption, it is completely worth the loss."

Looking at Roland, who was silently looking at him, his eyes were still calm, and Hatirem couldn't help but show a surprised expression.

It can see that Roland is not a person who is inherently favored by time like him, but a latecomer who measures the world by his own scale, and thus obtains privileges.

When the power that he was most proud of lost its effect, even the god species would feel angry, but why was Roland's expression still so flat.

"You don't seem to feel lost?"

"Lost...... Why should I feel lost? ”

Roland stretched out his hand, feeling the turbulence of time and space around him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious.

"As a material destined to fall in my hands and become a part of me, the more special and powerful you are, doesn't it mean that my future will be more dazzling?"

"Hmph,"

Khatirem was bored, but he didn't care, "In that case, I'll let me help you!" ”

As he spoke, the Dragon King's tail swept over, slashing and shattering the space around him.

When time stops, the fluctuations caused by those who are not bound by this ability are reproduced into reality as they are, such as moving, destroying, or killing.

But for Khatirem, the space that has been stopped by time is nothing more than a pointless obstacle.

It spreads its overwhelming wings, manifests its vast presence, fanning up a storm of destruction, and disintegrating the particles that make up all things with absolute power.

The dragon king, who has closed all his timelines, knows very well that if he wants to pry the gears of time, what kind of consumption standard will be caused is nothing more than quality.

The destruction of matter is enough, but the wanton destruction of the foundation of space by a strong man like it will definitely bring great consumption to Roland.

Sure enough, after the surrounding space was reduced to fragments, and only the turbulence remained, Roland also took the initiative to lift the time stop.

Although it is not an advantage to just retrieve the spirit of words that can re-manipulate the world, as long as it interrupts Roland's thoughts, it may be his chance to win.

"However, Roland, who has already mastered the time gear, why does he do such useless work? If you want to win, shouldn't it be the best choice to give up when you realize that time is useless? ”

Just as Hatirem was thinking, all of a sudden, he had just fled to the edge when he was almost sucked into the shattered void let out a small exclamation.

This is not a surprise because of the sudden crisis in front of us, if I have to say, it is more like a surprise of winning the lottery.

When Hatirem heard this, a humane look of surprise appeared on his face.

"You ...... guy"

At the edge of the void, in the pitch-black turbulence, pieces of space like shards are constantly flowing backwards, with the rhythm of a fair, slender arm that does not see any sense of power, showing the miracle of the broken mirror reunion to the world.

Such a large-scale spectacle of time rewind once again proves that the man's dominance over time is no less than that of the dragon of time, and even faintly surpasses.

In terms of time control for the world, Roland can do more than that.

In the eyes of the dragon king, time is the movement of all things in space, so they can affect reality with their own discontinuities after closing their timelines, but it is impossible to involve the whole world.

But Roland did it easily, and not just found a shortcut to stop time, but as if he really controlled the concept of time.

The world's stopping, regressing, is it just an instinct for him to breathe?

But with such dominance, Roland did not perform well in the restraint of his own time, otherwise he would not have made the trajectory of time fluctuate violently before it arrived, so that it was discovered fifteen thousand years ago.

As creatures who also have no concept but dominate time, they are one extreme outward and the other extremely internal.

Roland's existence is as if it were the complete opposite of himself...... Wait a minute.

Could it be—

The unbelievable thought crossed Hatirem's mind, his pupils narrowing in surprise, and his tone lost his coolness.

"—Are you actually using my power to smelt your own personality?"

When Roland's eyes were full of indifference and coldness, as a perfect life born from the wreckage of God, Hatilem's heart had an incredible sense of inferiority that was looked down on.

"Answer me, Roland!"

This huge contrast made Hatirem unable to suppress his uneasiness and shock any longer, and he fluttered his wings wildly and let out a roar.

"It's noisy."

Roland's voice was not loud, nor did it contain a frightening coldness, just a calm voice.

However, Hatirem's massive body trembled like a frightened critter.

"Since it's clear, just be well-behaved, stand there and don't move, let me blow your head, it's destined to become my half-body dragon?"

"You haven't won yet, arrogant imp!"

In this situation, where he was not regarded as an enemy, even a dragon with a good temper like Hatirem had a sullen anger in his tone.

For it, which also adheres to the name of the strongest, even in its original fate, in the face of Artexiu, who killed him, Hatirem regarded the other party as a friend of the same class as himself.

Needless to say, a rising star like Veleslana still evaluates each other with arrogance, even if it loses several times.

For Hatirem, who has been through countless years, he has truly experienced longer time than any creature in this world, and even if it fails, it should be his own choice.

Even if he came from another world, how could Roland, who was only a fellow challenger with him in terms of strength, dare to despise it like this?

Hatirem let out an irritated roar.

"Just because you're better than me in the outer control of time doesn't mean you can hold the ......"

"First of all, I'm not asking for your opinion, I'm just telling you the facts that are bound to happen."

Roland's cold words interrupted Hattirem's questioning, causing the strongest dragon to show a slanted expression.

His tone was so bland yet natural.

"Second, your attitude doesn't matter in this matter."

The next moment, the blood-red demon light shone in all directions, and the scales that Hatirem was proud of burst out like broken glass, and in an instant, countless remnants of Roland superimposed collided with a terrible sound that caused the void to crack.

The difference between the two bodies was so large that the distant Gibril, who had not yet sorted out the development of the situation, subconsciously clenched his palms nervously.

But the end result is completely contrary to common sense, Roland hit Hatirem's body with unreasonable brute force and mass, stepping on his neck and falling continuously, allowing the invisible force to crush him inch by inch.

"Time accelerates!"

Ignoring the pain on his body, Hatirem roared out the truth about Roland's state in a constant whistling, and ordered his body by the way.

The same phenomenon as Emiya Kiritsugu's inherent time control is replicated in the dragon's body.

But no matter how the time sense in his body was accelerated, how many times did Khatirem let the dragon language, dragon claws, dragon teeth, and dragon tail strike out at the same time, regardless of the sequence of time.

In front of its eyes were the afterimages of countless Rolands, and the sound of breaking the sky was still whistling in its ears.

Even in Hatirem's eyes at this moment, even the trajectory of the dust was visible, and the water droplets in the atmosphere were like gems that were ready to shatter at the touch of a finger, but it was still wrapped in a red flash and moved forward uncontrollably.

Roland didn't need to dodge in a stormy attack, because no matter what, Hatirem's attack would be the same as his.

Even if he only uses Heaven to speed himself up to a limited extent, his speed is also on the scale of the world, even if Hatirem's body has the power that the gods and spirits can't break through, there is still a limit as an individual.

In the case of a slow step, even if the two of them have already started to accelerate at the same time, that less than a second will become a paradox like Achillid's chasing a turtle.

And at this time, Roland was even in the mood to ridicule the other party.

"It's ridiculous that the king of time was defeated by someone who stopped time, but the dragon king who mastered time was tricked by someone who used time to speed up, it doesn't seem to be much worse?"

The dragon who restrained the past and the future roared angrily, but he could not shake his fate of turning into a meteor in the sky, and could only listen to the voice that seemed to be attached to his ears and seemed to float from far away in the sky.

"The emperor of time, there can only be me Roland

- So, please die a hundred times first, right? ”

In the blink of an eye, the figures of Roland and Hatirem vanished in place, turning into a speeding glow, whistling and shattering the atmosphere, flying into the distance.

Popry's eyes widened as she watched this scene from afar, and a cold sweat instinctively appeared, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva and complained in an excited voice.

"At such a speed, how can people follow and watch the game? Lord Roland is really a bad-hearted adult! ”

But no matter how much she complained, the young girl's never-ending heart to die still drove her to fly away, following the trajectory of the meteor.

(End of chapter)