Duke of Grief

The head of the tyrannical **** first came into contact with the earth, and the'fragile' bones had broken apart without even being able to support for a second.

Cervantes held the evil **** on the ground. He tried to squeeze every inch of muscle and every drop of blood in the body. The magic was still surging in the blood vein, and the divine power filled every part of his body.

The huge power caused the earth to break again, and the dust was scattered in the air. The brilliance of the two divine powers collided in the air and burst into a more powerful force.

The shameless smile of the black dragon's face was full of shame, but how to see how the smile was distorted was particularly abominable in the eyes of the tyrannical god.

Time was mottled between the stagnant dust and the atmosphere, light and shadow, and the tiny flame ignited from the dragon's body again, and the nearly exhausted power was awakened from his body again.

The anger burned the spirit of the evil god, because he saw the flames-they represent that the black dragon has not exhausted all his strength, and has been hiding his own power!

At this moment, the power erupting from Cervantes seems to have become the hammer of the final battle, but he is facing a ‘true god’!

This is his...the last divine power!

"what!!!"

The tyrannical **** roared loudly, and the surging power of the body spewed out, and a shock wave slammed into the body of the black dragon and flew it out hard.

The blown Cervantes flew a distance in the air and landed on the ground. His body was constantly rolling on the ground, and finally stopped with all his strength.

At this time, Black Dragon's chest was already blurred with flesh and blood, and he gasped with gasps in his eyes.

He no longer wasted his energy and divine power to repair the injury on his chest, because he had little power left and could not continue to waste.

Swallowing hard, he struggled to get up, and at the same time he looked up and saw a scene where the tyrannical **** thumped suddenly and jumped from the ground.

The Evil God squinted slightly, glanced down at his already cracks, and on the verge of broken armor, no more wasting his divine power to repair.

This black dragon... is very strong!

The tyrannical **** threw away his shield and flail, and a long-handled warhammer reappeared in his hand.

Now, no matter who is left, only the power of ‘last blow’ is left, and ‘only the last blow’ can be sustained.

So it doesn’t matter if you still have ‘defense’, and every time you ‘punish’ you use the ‘Warhammer’-this time, it’s no exception!

Cervantes took a deep breath. The maid had told him just now that he only had'thirty seconds' left. After half a minute, [time still] would disappear, so he had to be in this thirty Kill the God of Tyranny in seconds, and then kill those two legendary mages!

The wicked can never understand the evil that is also the ‘evil’, nor do they need to understand...

As enemies, evil dragons and evil spirits just want to kill each other!

Cervantes pulled out the "long sword" hanging from the waist. This is the will of this "nation", which originated from the hearts of all people. They begged for "security" and "happiness" from the rulers. It is enough to eat white bread for two meals a day...

They are not extravagant, because they have experienced that dark period, which is something that children today cannot experience.

However, they also believe that the rulers of this country will lead them to a better life.

"But you want to destroy all of this..." Cervantes glared at the evil **** and cursed in a low voice.

I saw that at this moment, the figures of the gods and dragons disappeared at the same time, and then suddenly appeared on the open space between the two.

Long swords and warhammers break through the atmosphere and contain endless killing intentions.

Anger and hatred converge into one, silent and silent, yet surging!

boom--

At this moment, the air suddenly appeared two overlapping roars, two clouds spreading out at the same time stagnated for time, and the sword blade of the long sword was also chopped on the handle of the warhammer and tyrannical. Between the hands of the god.

Evil God's pupil shrank and his face changed drastically, feeling the weak force on the hammer handle, but it was too late to stop.

But seeing that the long sword was swayed, Cervantes' body turned back and forth with the help of this powerful force. The warhammer wiped the black dragon's right face, and the strong wind ripped off a large scale, but that's all. !

The tyrannical **** looked sideways and saw a dragon claw constantly zooming in the line of sight, that powerful force-not just the power of the black dragon, but also his own power!

He seemed to see something and remembered something, but he seemed to see nothing and nothing, and his brain was blank.

"go with--"

In the ears of the tyrannical god, the black dragon's voice suddenly stretched, but he didn't react at all, just watching the fist keep approaching in his eyes.

"dead!!!"

This is his only remaining strength!

In the angry roar, Cervantes's fist slammed on the head of the tyrannical god, and the god's body flew out suddenly.

After landing, it bounced up again and outlined a deep ravine on the ground!

The long sword in his hand turned into a light spot, and the black dragon stood breathless.

There was already a blur in front of me. The tyrannical **** was lying on the ground, unable to struggle to get up.

This time, he lost completely, very thoroughly.

Because of the pride of the gods, he had no choice to delay the time, until the effect of [time still] disappeared, waiting for the legendary spell to launch, kill everyone in that city, and provide him with divine power.

He chose to face the black dragon head-to-head because he firmly believed that the black dragon could not be his opponent!

But he was wrong, the black dragon was far stronger than he thought, and he didn't know how it became so powerful...

The light and shadow of the past flashed before the eyes of the tyrannical god. He seemed to see his own past experiences, whether it was those struggling to survive under the chase, or those who wanted to become gods by any means, all appeared in front of him.

He wanted to continue to look at it because he hadn't recalled these past things for a long time, but no, he was getting more and more sleepy.

Although the consciousness is quite vague, the tyrannical **** knows that he is about to'die', and this awakening can never wake up again.

But he didn't care. There was nothing to regret in his life, even if this time because of his recklessness and arrogance led to his own death-he never regretted this matter!

This is a choice he made himself, so he will not regret it.

Therefore, he would not feel sorry for those people and things that had been slaughtered.

He knew very well that he was ‘evil’. He was excited about killing and excited about abusing others, and the kind of self-satisfied pleasure made him drunk.

He is sleepy...

The tyrannical **** slowly closed his blurry eyes and fell into a darkness~www.NovelMTL.com~ but his ears could still hear the sound-he heard the sound of the black dragon walking slowly.

Strongly opened his eyelids and saw that the black dragon had approached himself.

"I want to..." The tyrannical **** opened his mouth slightly, exhausted his last strength, and whispered, "kill..."

Cervantes stepped on the evil god's head with his left foot. Before he finished speaking, he shattered the huge head with a blank expression.

The evil dragon can never understand why the evil **** is so evil, why he wants to destroy this country, anyway, they are enemies, and there are not so many reasons to want to kill each other.

Just need to know that they all want to kill each other, and want to destroy the other party from the physical level to the spiritual level to the soul level, completely destroyed!

"Next, it's time to dispose of those two wastes!"

After looking at the body under his feet for a few times and confirming that he was completely dead, Cervantes whispered and turned away.