Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 767

The round door began to tremble violently as Sigrid leaned over and put her palm on it, and the sound of bang and bang sounded like a fish jumping out of the water and falling on the ice. Inside, the shock made people panic.

Cyril calmly stared at the constantly shaking door in front of him.

This will be his first battle after being promoted to the natural disaster grade and taking over the authority of the God of Nature.

He has no idea what kind of power the authority of the God of Nature can exert. It might be better to say that he urgently needs such a battle to improve his awareness of his own power level.

It is impossible to face the filth of Bishop Nichol and Danya, and still look pure like a female ninja who has never seen a man.

His hands are empty, and they naturally hang down.With his active communication and contact, the magic power in the magic plain was mastered by him, and evolved into a part of his huge natural authority.

So when he raised his hand, the majestic ruined watchtower behind him was instantly covered with blue vines.This piece of vines grew wildly upwards like crazy, and formed a blue dome in an instant, covering the circle they were in.

Cyril's consciousness sank into the Shiffin Plain, and he stood on the tower of Liandel again, and there was a questioning voice from the tower next to him:
"What are you looking for?"

"The way of fighting under natural authority." Cyril said frankly, "I have never been exposed to this mode of fighting, and I don't quite understand how to use the power in it."

"It's very simple." Gaota replied, "See those shining stars that belong to you?"

Cyril cast his eyes on the starry sky, and almost half of the sky responded to him. Stars, big and small, twinkled like concubines waiting for their luck.

"Then pick the one you like, and it will guide you to use your strength."

Cyril glanced across the shining stars, and finally landed on one of the stars that was not too bright, but gave him a certain sense of familiarity.

He closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his consciousness had left Baita Liandel.

There was a bright light shining in the round door in front of him, and the sound of the gears turning continuously, the opening of this round door had reached the last moment.

Sigrid showed pain on her face. With a low growl, she suddenly turned into the big black dragon again, and then swung the dragon tail in the air, and the thick dragon tail slammed against the door like a whip. .The blue light that opened the door suddenly dissipated, and after an extremely short silence, the black mist spurted out like lava from a volcanic eruption——

The green dome propped up in advance blocked all the black mist, but the moment the black mist touched the emerald green leaves, it turned into a sticky liquid, like pieces of black worms, almost covering the inside of the dome. The sides are covered.The sound of gnawing and rustling came continuously, and the thickness of the green dome was being gnawed and reduced at an alarming speed. This scene made the black dragon Sigrid shudder. Then he shouted:

"Adrien! Do it!"

And in the young half-elf's pale green eyes, a golden light like fire lit up at this moment.

"Inwater Brut, the realm of brilliance."

He raised his hand, and as he chanted softly, thousands of golden lights seemed to shoot out from his palm, causing the entire green dome to become golden.

"The sun is fierce."

"All things manifest."

As he finished speaking, the green dome suddenly began to burn in the golden light.The black mist that was sticking to it and was devouring the green leaves was swallowed by the raging flames before they could even react.

They kept squeaking and screaming like rats being beaten.But the young man whose eyes were filled with golden light would not hold back anything. He raised his head slightly mercilessly, watching the scene where the ignited black mist fell like a meteor shower.

This is the most familiar route he found under the authority of nature; the star is very small and fragile, as if it has just been formed——

Indeed, it has just taken shape, and it belongs to a brand new path. Not long after its creator entered it into the category of the White Ring, it turned into this piece of golden flame, blooming in despair, and igniting a new one. hope.

This is the "road" of Elandar.

Large swaths of black mist were directly purified in the realm of Senhuang.Although the black mist sprayed out from the door was majestic, it showed signs of decline in the golden rain of fire.Sigrid waved her wings, and the strong wind engulfed the dragon's breath, and the violent flames almost blocked the entire doorway.

"Is it that simple?"

She looked at the door below that was filled with flames, and her golden dragon eyes showed a bit of confusion——

According to the memory she received from Infram, the last dragon king, although the black mist was repelled by the dragons in the early stage, each of these filthy incarnations was very difficult, and could even kill a dragon alone, while And that's just unformed filth.

The breath they radiate pollutes the air, drains the magic power, and even the dragon eggs lose their vitality.

But at this moment, under the attack of this young God of Nature, the black mist can't even stir up a splash, like a group of locusts in the stove, baked into slag by the flamethrower...

Is this young man too strong?Or is the filth in the Magic Plains just a weakened version?

She was at a loss in her heart, and when Longmu glanced down, she saw something faintly gaining momentum in the surging golden fire waves and black mist.And as her eyes fell on it, a huge eye suddenly opened in the filth, inside were countless compound eyes, each compound eye had an independent pupil, and these pupils stared at her at the same time, sending a wave of Mental corruption poured directly into her mind.

Sigrid only felt a severe headache, and almost lost the ability to fly, and fell into the portal on the spot.But at the moment when her body sank, a tree canopy supported her body——

"Adrien? When did you get here?"

She looked at the young man standing in front of the canopy in amazement. The latter seemed to be drawing a big bow at this time, but he was clearly empty-handed.

Without giving her any response, the boy's hand that pulled the bowstring loosened his fingers.

"Zheng!!"

The astonishing sound of leaving the string exploded in the space, and something shot out from the hands that were empty before, and it turned into a bright blue arrow in an instant, piercing straight down. In the black mist, in that wide open eye——

"Ho-his-ya-ha-ha-!!!"

As the arrow sank into the pupil, all the independent small eyes in that eyeball turned white due to the pain, it twitched violently, uttered nonsense, and bloody bubbles exploded in its eyes.

And amidst the blood, thick tree vines gradually pulled out. They aggressively invaded the inside of the eyeballs, crushed every small eyeball, and then turned into new tree roots, spreading out.

In just a few short breaths, the huge eyeball could no longer withstand the pressure and exploded with a bang; while the tree that grew out of it stood firm in the black mist, and even began to Using the black mist as the soil, it expanded further downwards.

But the eyeballs seemed to be the source of the black mist. As the eyeballs shattered, the thick black mist scattered like a tree falling and a monkey, turning into thin smoke and drifting away.

"This is..." Sigrid looked at the scene in front of her, feeling a little dazed in her heart.

"That eyeball is the leader of all the gods and filth here, and the formed and unformed filth all obey its orders."

"The battle that destroyed the Dragon Realm was also because of its 'strategy' that lured the Dragon Clan into the gate."

He looked at the black mist that gradually dissipated, and the faint red print that appeared on his retina:

"[Imprint: Ambition of the Array]: Saitos, the God of Armies, has the ultimate control and commanding power, and he can give you an unparalleled commanding ability."

The filth of Thetos, Lord of Armies.

There is also an imitation of Saitos's battle flag in Cyril, from Anastasia Herman, which played no small role in the war against the Orsan Emma, ​​making Amasir Archers are several times more aggressive.

"The eyeballs represent Saitos' desire and ability to control. He monitors the overall situation, trying to bring everything under his control."

"The Dragon Clan was defeated by Saitos' filthy conspiracy, it can only be said that it is fate."

Cyril let out a soft sigh.

As the black mist dissipated, the area below the door gradually became solid, forming a solid ground.The round door is like a decorative door frame, it is simply placed there, and it does not serve any "door" function.

The canopy turned into fallen leaves, floating on the land that was gradually covered with ice and snow.Sigrid regained her human form from her dragon form and stood in the middle of the door.

"That's it...is it resolved?"

She looked at the soil under her feet and felt that all this was so unreal.

"The dragon's dying struggle consumed a lot of god's filth. Except for Saitos's filth, I can't even find a complete negative emotion of a god here. They are all unformed discrete bodies." Cyril replied "They've done the best they can."

Sigrid turned her head away. In the previous battle, the keel of Infram had already fallen into the door. It was unknown whether it was swallowed by the black mist or incinerated by the golden flame ignited by Cyril. .

The last trace of the last Dragon Emperor has also been erased.

She looked at the position where the Dragon Emperor used to lie down, and suddenly grinned, revealing a smile.

"This magical plain that belongs to the Dragon Realm is about to collapse." She said to Cyril, "I will open the passage and let you go out."

As she said, she tore it aside casually, and a gap in the spatial rift was torn out.

Cyril looked at her, and the twisting door of space, and suddenly said, "What about you?"

"Me?" Sigrid looked at the boy, "Didn't you already have the answer?"

"I said I would bring you to get the last part of the sword, and of course I must do what I said - you have proved that you are qualified to hold that sword, and now it is time for me to fulfill my promise."

"The horn of the dragonborn, the bone of the human hero's soul, the feather of the beast god, and the eternity stone of the elf."

Her voice was loud, and every sound made the wind and snow tremble.

"You have the last three, and the remaining dragonborn horns..."

"In this world, in this era of civilization, besides me, where else would you go to find the horn of the Dragonborn?"

Cyril looked at her blankly.

"What do you want to say, feel sad because of my departure?" Sigrid sneered, "It's not necessary, Adrian, don't forget a little bit."

"I have long since died, in the Fourth Era tens of thousands of years ago, in the Holy White King's Court, under the filthy hands of the damned Nora, you have already replaced me, the entire Extinguisher Legion, and The entire Holy White Court, Nolongard, Setanrio, as well as the elves and orcs have taken revenge."

"Now you have fulfilled the dragon's destiny, and all my visions have come true."

"My existence cannot last for too long, and the dedication of Etienne de Chanois and the others can only allow me to survive for a while."

"It's better to say that leaving in this form is the most suitable for me."

She stared at Cyril, then suddenly took two steps back, and her figure turned into that huge black dragon again.

Then she lowered her head so that the boy's forehead could be placed in front of her dragon head.

The touch of dragon scales is cold and smooth, and each dragon scale has a beautiful brilliance, even if it is black.

"Go."

she whispered.

"Get out of this door and grab that sword."

"Then go all the way to the final end."

As she spoke, the dragon's head arched forward slightly, and a new space door suddenly opened, pushing the young man in front of it directly, and then the space door closed directly.

Sigrid is the only one left in the magic plain of the huge Dragon Realm.

She lay quietly in the center of the round door for a while, then flapped her wings and flew low among the ruins of the Dragonfield.She glides over the remains of the Dragon Council, where once stood a stone table of enormous size upon which dragons would wrestle their tails.

She flew again through the hollow between the two peaks, which was named "Baby Dragon Track", where the young dragons practiced their flying skills and raced against each other.

The re-enacted Dragon Realm in the Magic Plain is exactly the same as in her memory. Except for the parts that were damaged due to the battle, the rest of the place is still the same as in her memory.

She flew slowly, and finally made a big circle, and came to the outermost edge of Longyu.

The buildings there are no longer as huge as the buildings of the giant dragon, but human houses that look very rough and are piled up with stones.

She changed into a human form, stood in front of the door of a house, opened the door and entered.

With her eyes closed, she skillfully walked through the aisle, pushed open the innermost door, turned a corner, and then lay down naturally, just lying on a hard wooden bed.

She closed her eyes.

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Cyril didn't make any movements, he let his body fall backwards, and after passing through the emptiness for a while, his back touched the soft green grass.

The rift in the magic plain disappeared.

On the grass next to it, a pair of dragon horns lay quietly.

(End of this chapter)