The round door began to tremble violently as Siglid leaned over and put his palm on it. The banging sound of fish jumping out of the water hitting the ice continued to explode inside the door, causing panic.

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

This will be his first battle after he has been promoted to the level of natural disaster and taken over the authority of the God of Nature.

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

I can't face the filth of Bishop Nikkor and Danya, I'm still pure like a female ninja who has never seen a male at the age of eighteen.

His hands were empty and naturally drooped down. The magic power in the magic plain was mastered by him with his active communication and contact and evolved into a part of his huge natural authority.

So when he raised his hand, the magnificent ruins behind him were filled with green vines in an instant. The vines grew up like crazy and violently, forming a blue dome in an instant, covering the circle they were in.

Cyril's consciousness sank into the Sifen plain. He stood on the tower of Leander again, and the tower's questioning came from beside him:

"What are you looking for?"

"The way of fighting under natural authority," Cyril said calmly, "I have never been exposed to this kind of fighting pattern and do not quite understand how to use the power in it."

"It's very simple." Gaota replied, "Did you see the shining stars that belong to you?"

Cyril turned his gaze to the starry sky, and almost half of the sky responded to him, and stars of all sizes flashed, like concubines waiting for a blessing.

"Then pick one you like, and it will guide you to exert your power."

Cyril's eyes swept across the shining stars and finally landed on one of the stars that were not bright but gave him a sense of familiarity.

He closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened his eyes again, his consciousness had already left Baitariandel.

There was a bright light shining in the circular door in front of me, and the sound of gears turning was constantly clattering. The opening of the circular door had reached the last moment.

Siglid looked painful, she growled, and suddenly she turned into the big black dragon again. Then she swung the dragon tail in the air, and the thick dragon tail thrust hard on the door like a whip. The blue light that opened the door suddenly dissipated. After a very brief silence, the black mist shot out like a magma erupted from a volcanic eruption-

The green dome that was supported in advance blocked all the black fog, but the black fog turned into a sticky liquid when it touched the green leaves, like black worms, almost covering the inner side of the dome. Ruddy biting sounds kept coming, and the thickness of the green dome was being gnawed and cut at an astonishing speed. This scene made the black dragon Siglid creepy. She sprayed a mouthful of dragon breath to block the spread of the black fog in the Shenzhou, and then shouted:

"Adrien! Take action!"

And the young half-elves' green eyes lit up a golden light like fire at this moment.

"In Waterbrut, the realm of Senhuang."

He raised his hand, and as he recited it softly, thousands of golden light seemed to eject from his palm, causing the entire green dome to shine golden.

“The sun is fierce.”

"All things appear."

After he finished speaking, the green dome suddenly began to burn in the golden light. The black fog that was sticking to it and gnawing on the green leaves was not even responsive, but was swallowed by the blazing flames.

They kept making squeaking screams, like a beaten mouse. But the boy whose eyes were filled with golden light would not hold back at all. He raised his head ruthlessly and watched the ignited black fog falling 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 had just formed-

It was indeed not long before it was formed. It belonged to a brand new path. It was not long before its creator entered it into the category of the white ring and turned into this golden flame, which was placed in despair and ignited new hope.

This is the "road" of Irandal.

Large areas 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 such a golden rain of fire. Siglid waved his wings, and the strong wind curled up wrapped around the dragon's breath, and the violent flames almost blocked the entire door.

“Is that simple?”

She looked at the door below, filled with flames, and a little confused appeared in her golden dragon eyes-

In the memory she received from the last Dragon Emperor Inverme, although the black fog was repelled by the dragons in the early stage, each of these filthy incarnations was very difficult, and even could kill a dragon alone, which was just a filth that could not be formed.

The breath they spread out makes the air dirty and the magic power exhausted, and even the dragon eggs lose their vitality.

But at this moment, under the attack of this young God of Nature, these black mists could not even be filled with water. They were like a group of locusts in the stove, baked into slag by flamethrowers...

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

She was confused. When the dragon's eyes glanced down, she saw something vaguely coming out of the surging golden fire waves and black fog. As her eyes fell on it, a huge eye suddenly opened in the filth. There were countless compound eyes inside, each compound eyes had independent pupils. These pupils stared at her at the same time, injecting a spiritual erosion into her mind directly.

Siglid felt a sharp pain in his mind, almost losing his ability to fly, and fell into the door on the spot. But just as her body sank, a canopy of trees supported her body-

"Adrien? When did you get here?"

She looked at the boy standing in surprise at the front of the tree canopy. The latter seemed to be opening a big bow at this time, but he clearly had no hands.

Without giving her any response, the boy's hand that pulled the bowstring had already let go of his fingers.

"Zheng!!"

The amazing sound of the strings exploded in the space. A ball of things shot out from the originally empty hands. In an instant, it turned into a bright blue arrow and pierced straight into the black fog below, and the wide open eyes-

"Roar—his—ah—ha!!!!"

As the arrow penetrated into his eyes, all the independent small eyes in the eyeball turned white due to the pain. It twitched violently, making random lies, and bloody bubbles kept blowing out of its eyes.

In this bloody color, thick vines gradually pulled out, and they strongly occupied the interior of the eyeball, crushed each small eyeball, and then turned into new tree roots and extended.

In just a few breaths, this huge eyeball could no longer bear the pressure and exploded with a bang; and the tree that grew from it stood firm in the black fog, and even began to use the black fog as the soil, expanding further downward.

But the eyeball seems to be the source of black fog. As the eyeballs break, the thick black fog dissipates like a tree falling money, turning into thin smoke and drifting away.

"This is..." Siglid looked at the scene now, and his heart was a little confused.

"That eyeball is dominated by all the filth of gods here. The formed filth and unformed filth are obeyed by its order."

"The battle of the destruction of the Dragon Realm was also because of its 'ployal' that lured the Dragon Clan into the door."

He looked at the dissipating black mist and the faint red marks that appeared on the retina:

"【Sign: Arrangement】: The god of the army Setos has the ultimate control and command power, and He can give you unparalleled command power."

The filth of Sethus, the god of the army.

There is also a copy of the battle flag of Setos in Cyril, from Anastasia Hermann, which played a significant role in the war against the Osaint Emma people, making the Amasil's archers several times more offensive.

"The eyeball represents Sethus' desire and ability to control himself. He monitors the overall situation and tries to put everything into his own control."

"The dragon clan was defeated by Setos's filthy conspiracy, and it can only be said that it is time and fate."

Cyril let out a soft sigh.

As the black fog dissipated, the bottom of the door gradually became solid, forming a solid earth. The round door was like a decoration door frame, just placed there simply, without any "door".

The canopy turned into fallen leaves, floating on this land gradually covered with ice and snow. Siglid recovered from the dragon shape and stood in the middle of the door.

"Is that... solved?"

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

"The dragon's dying struggle consumes a lot of divine filth. Apart from the filth of Sethus, I can't even find a complete divine negative emotion here, all unformed discretes." Cyril replied, "They have done the best they can."

Siglid turned his head and said that Inverme's keel had fallen into the door in the previous battle. I don't know if it was swallowed by black fog or burned by the golden flames ignited by Cyril.

The last traces of the last Dragon Emperor have also been erased.

She looked at the position where the Dragon Emperor had once been lying, and suddenly opened her mouth and smiled.

"This magical plain belonging 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 around her and pulled out a gap in the space crack.

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

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

"I said I would take you to the last part of the sword, of course I have to do it - you have proved that you have the qualification to hold the sword, and now it's time for me to fulfill my promise."

"The horns of the dragon descendants, the bones of the human heroic souls, the feathers of the beast gods, and the eternal stones of the elves."

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

"You have the last three, and the remaining dragon descendants' horns..."

"In this world, in this era of civilization, where are you looking for the horns of the dragon descendants besides me?"

Cyril stared at her in a daze.

"What do you want to say, feel sad because of my departure?" Siglid sneered, "No need, Adrien, don't forget a little."

"I have died long ago, in the Fourth Era thousands and tens of thousands of years ago, in the Holy White Court, and under the filthy men of the damn Nora, you have avenged the entire Extinguishing Legion, the entire Holy White Court, Norongad, Sethario, and the elves and orcs for me."

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

"My existence cannot last for too long, and the dedication of Adian de Sanoi can only allow me to stay for a while."

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

She stared at Cyril, then took a two-step back, and once again turned into the huge black dragon.

Then she lowered her head so that the boy's forehead could be pressed against her dragon head.

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

"Go."

She whispered.

"Go out of this door and hold the sword."

"Then walk all the way to the final end."
To be continued...