Duke of Grief

Cervantes is very clear.

Those two legendary wizards will never escape!

Needless to know, they spent so much time and energy to build this plan, the purpose is to completely destroy the principality from the physical level to the spiritual level, and even for this, they also opened a few unknown The'bottom card'.

In order to rush back, Cervantes has almost exhausted all his strength, that is to say, he is now in a'relatively weak' state.

In this state, the enemy still has a "True God", and they have the possibility to kill him-as long as they can kill him before Latina recovers, then their plan will be successful. Mostly.

But what about that?

The black dragon waved his wings and bullied himself forward. When he saw his figure flash, he appeared in front of the tyrannical god.

Between the electro-optical flints, the fists of flames hit the shoulders of the tyrannical god, and the gods took the opportunity to squeeze the hammer handle and threw the warhammer towards Cervantes by this huge centrifugal force.

The left shoulder armor of the tyrannical **** suddenly shattered, but his warhammer also smashed the black dragon, and one **** and one dragon flew in the opposite direction.

But after this, the shoulder armor of the Tyrannical God was like a flashback, and the debris flew back to the left shoulder that healed quickly, and re-condensed into a shoulder armor.

The Evil God's mouth was wide open, and his eyes were full of blood, floating in the air like a burning firework.

Raising his hand to grasp the halo around him, he worked hard, and already tore the halo with brute force.

"Servantes, do you have only this ability?!"

Black Dragon flicked away his left wing, regardless of the broken scale armor and blood on it, and moved his paralyzed left hand without expression.

"What do you think?" Cervantes snorted, and the figure disappeared into the sight of the tyrannical **** again.

With a smile on his face, the tyrannical **** threw the warhammer away, and a shield and flail appeared in his hand. This is his most familiar weapon!

Boom--

The fist hit the shield, and the sound of the burst suddenly spread all around.

The tyrannical **** flicked the flail, and the cold light flashed on the nails of the hammerhead, easily piercing Cervantes' left wing for defense, making him groan.

"If you change from injury to injury..." The tyrannical **** pulled the handle of the flail and roared loudly, "Do you think you can compare to a god?!"

A large piece of flesh and scales was torn off by the nail, but Cervantes' attack followed.

Cervantes threw only two punches, one punched on the shield, and the strength was immersed in it, shaking the left arm of the tyrannical **** holding the shield into numbness, and the other punch on his chest. His armor shattered!

There was a pain in the chest, the tyrannical god's eyes widened, but the wings of the black dragon suddenly contracted, and then two great forces came from both sides, almost crushing his arm bones and shoulder bones!

The dragon wing flapped and the gust of wind drove Cervantes' body away. He stood again not far away, but the **** of tyranny had not recovered.

"Uh……"

The tyrannical **** looked at him fiercely, and then saw that the black dragon flapped his wings, hitting him in the blink of an eye.

The tyrannical **** had raised the shield to resist, but the great force from the shield made his face change drastically.

As a meteor crossed the sky, Cervantes blasted the tyrannical **** out.

Soon after, a loud noise came from afar, and the earth shook with it.

The body of the tyrannical **** is embedded in the mountain, and facing the black dragon standing above, he gritted his teeth and cast a [divine shock wave] to blow it out.

He climbed from the ground, the wound healed quickly, the armor recovered as before, and the soil fell automatically from his body. Within a few seconds, his physical function had completely recovered.

The tyrannical **** stepped on the ground, jumped up, and the ground shattered suddenly, but he flew to the sky at a very fast speed, and locked the head of the black dragon.

A flash appeared over Cervantes, shaking the flail mercilessly and blasting the black dragon to the ground.

boom! ! !

People in Wind City felt an extremely violent shock, and some people even stood unstable and fell to the ground.

Even the houses were shaking, the city bricks and the city walls were shaking, but when the magic patterns on the city walls lighted up, all of them were restored to their original shape, surrounding the mountains like mountains and protecting the city.

People don't know what happened, but at this time, a pillar of fire that broke through the sky suddenly appeared!

Cervantes had bruises all over his body. The scale armor, which should have been tougher than steel, had been broken, and the **** look looked very embarrassed.

He doesn't have the recovery ability like a god. If he breaks his head, he will die. If his arm is broken, he won't grow back. Even the wounds on his body will not heal quickly.

Energetic lingering on his broken body, prompting the wound to heal quickly, but this requires energy!

"really!"

The burnt black quickly faded away, and the tyrannical **** came from a distance with a greasy smile. He was moving his sore neck, and his tone was particularly relaxed. Help, even if the **** can continue to use this legendary spell, it will not provide you with too much power. You are not even as powerful as last time, you look at yourself-the whole body is injured!"

"And I, standing in front of you is a "True God"-this is not my incarnation, this is my true body!"

"Cervantes," the tyrannical **** outlined a cold and false smile on his face, "how are you going to kill me?"

Torture him! Torture him! Torture him!

At this moment, the tyrannical god's heart is surging, and he is no longer far away from the "Big Revenge"!

Therefore, he will torture this black dragon!

Hearing this, Cervantes spit blood, and then snorted: "If I want to, I can be a'God' anytime!"

"My father has prepared everything for me long ago-in the nine hundred years he has lived, he collected a lot of good things and used a lot of them himself, but after getting tired of this world, he I never used anything again, but planned to leave it to me and my sister!"

Speaking of which, Cervantes smiled and shook his head, his face full of sarcasm, "In his "collection", there are even "divine personality" and "divine nature", as long as I want, I will always All can become a god! As the guardian of this Principality, I have a believer base, and I am not lacking in the "divine nature". I only need to have a "divine personality" to be a god..."

The tyrannical **** flicked the flail silently, squinting his eyes, and asked in a cold voice: "So what? Do you think you can beat me after ascending the throne?"

Cervantes shrugged his shoulders and did not answer the question of the tyrannical god. "'God of God' means'bound.~www.NovelMTL.com~ I'm a free dragon!"

Hearing the words, the tyrannical **** breathed for a long time, his eyes widened.

Just when he was proud of his identity as a "spirit", there suddenly appeared a guy who dismissed this identity...

The tyrannical **** took a deep breath and smiled, "Yes, tell you one thing,'Legendary Spell' has been launched, everyone in that city behind you will die!"

"And their death will provide me with great power!"

"Now it's my turn to ask you—"

The tyrannical **** flicked the flail and asked with a twisted smile: "Cervantes, are you ready to die?!"

The trembling voice represented his excitement and excitement. The tyrannical **** could not restrain his inner excitement, and he roared in the face of his enemies.

However, Cervantes grinned, "So, have you noticed anything that is not right around you?"