ps:  ps: The first update, today I am super tired, I do my best to write for everyone... I will give at least a perfect ending

No one could figure out what the white light that kept radiating after Kailar slowly landed from the sky.

So when Kailar slowly closed the light and walked towards the port step by step, the mages in the devil's heart couldn't help but be forced by Kailar's momentum and retreated one or two.

Kailar slowly walked towards the port, and people kept dispersing, and finally some people couldn't bear it anymore. Kailar's seemingly wandering posture angered many people. Unlike ordinary people who would swallow their anger, this group of people was basically magicians, magicians above C level.

This kind of magician will never want to lower his head when facing Keral - although the gap in strength is the gap between heaven and earth.

But some people still couldn't help but take action.

They rushed towards Kelar with magic weapons in their hands, as if the magic weapons in their hands could give them a little bit of self-esteem and strength.

They swarmed and rushed towards Keral.

Then in the air, their bodies, heads, and bodies suddenly separated.

This scene was really terrible. The whole scene became quiet for a moment, and then an extremely beautiful girl appeared on the battlefield.

Her long golden hair was scattered like a waterfall behind her head, with a sword on her back, and wearing a tight suit, she looked heroic, extremely handsome and beautiful.

Such a beautiful girl used a casual sword-taking action to prove that she killed the first mage who rushed up just now.

A warrior actually killed a mage?

This is simply impossible to accomplish on the magic continent!

But the other party did it... It was like an inhuman being!

They didn't even see how the other party did it.

How did the other party do it?

The beautiful girl's eyes flashed with a happy light, and then she slowly knelt on one knee with her sword in her arms.

Keral smiled slightly and touched her head gently: "Felia."

"Ha." The girl who lowered her head responded happily.

"What a joke..." A devil-hearted mage could not accept this. He was a B-level mage and was outstanding among mages.

His talent allowed Hades to grant him lost magic, and with the lost magic, he became even stronger, and he was not under pressure to challenge anything higher than the level.

The so-called lost magic refers to the dark magic taught by Jelf three hundred years ago through archaeology.

The fusion of these dark magic and ordinary magic is basically more powerful than modern magic.

Although modern magic can make it easier for mages to advance to the top ten, the black magic that is difficult to advance can bring more powerful power.

It is hard to say which of these two sides is stronger, but now that modern magic is terrible, the power of ancient magic has undoubtedly inspired a group of people.

Strength can confuse people's hearts.

There are many people who lose their ability to judge if they have power. Many can be regarded as rules - not everyone has their own persistence like a real "hero".

He roared angrily and rushed up with a strange fluctuation in his hand.

Keral continued to walk towards the port without any expression on his face.

The other party's body seemed to have rushed through an unknown laser channel. After taking two steps again, his whole body suddenly turned into blood clots and fell to the ground very evenly.

A bloodline was formed, and the unintentional city wall spread out in front of Keral.

The girl with silver hair, who was gently wiping her long sword, put her sword back on her sheath, and the short cloak behind her was blown up.

She slowly half-kneeled down with a sweet smile, her eyes full of charm.

"Felix." Keral came to her and gently touched her head.

"Hmm." She enjoyed her face gently rubbing against Keral's hand, like a kitten.

In an instant, most of the people in the demon's heart began to retreat like a tide.

No one dares to stay in front of these women for a moment.

That moment was life and death. No one wanted to die. So he retreated.

The reason why these big swords exist is dragon hunting.

When the dragon's scales melted the magic and the dragon's minions tore through the defense, the magician became vulnerable and obviously could no longer fight with the dragon.

So these scientific research experts who were rushed away before Jelf appeared gave up their research on magic and began to develop the limits of the human body.

In fact, the lack of magic power on the Knights continent also made them at a loss in their research on magic.

Therefore, the intensity development of ** is put on the agenda.

The body of the great sword is stronger than the dragon and faster than the dragon. Holding a hard and sharp big sword can easily cut the dragon's scales.

It only takes dozens of people to form a group to simply hunt a dragon.

However, this kind of warrior just needs to simply plant the demon's flesh and blood into it and strengthen it in pieces.

Although the mortality rate is high, this mortality rate is completely acceptable compared to the humans killed by the dragon clan.

So when they demand that they develop a single body that can be comparable to the dragon, even defeat the dragon's final weapon.

They were retaliated by these weapons.

No matter how powerful the weapon is, these people do not hold the hand of the weapon, hold the heart of the weapon and the awareness of possessing the weapon.

They are just a group of scientists.

They are not warriors.

The only ones who can control weapons are warriors, warriors, and fighters.

Keral is a warrior, a warrior, and a fighter!

He has been struggling with different things since he was born, and his life has not stopped, his struggle has not stopped.

He never fears, retreats, or is afraid.

He is the sword-holding hand.

And the great sword is the great sword.

Without walking ten steps, a beautiful girl would appear half kneeling on the ground, as if waiting for Keral to walk past them.

This is a kind of glory.

Their master is back.

They also have a backbone.

When Keral arrived at the port.

We're already waiting for the array here.

Romans, Macedonians, Umas, Camelos.

These people gather here for the same reason and the same dream, and they gather here for their king, Keral's ambition.

Give up life and fight for glory.

This is what Kailar saw.

I believe that there are no one who has died that Kailar has died, and is striving for this ideal, goal and glory.

They had no hesitation, hesitation and fear at all.

They are the real brave men.

Keral slowly came to Artoria, and the woman with a huge lion standing beside her stood majestic in front of everyone.

Look at him.

Her eyes were filled with water, fog, tenderness and excitement.

But her demeanor was mature and steady, like a mountain. Even if the sword was stationed in front of everyone, she was still majestic and did not move at all.

She is mature.

Keral was filled with emotion and gratitude, and she hadn't seen each other for eight months. She became more mature and steady.

Becoming more brilliant and beautiful.

Her charm became more and more fascinating by her steadiness.

Keral came to her gently.

He knelt half-kneeled in front of her on one knee and gently kissed her outstretched right hand.

"I'm back, my king."

"I'm back, I love it."

"Welcome back. My sage."

"Welcome back, I love..."

All the magicians watched this scene in surprise.

The highest authority of the Fiore Kingdom just knelt half-kneeled in front of this woman, gently rubbing her cheek against the back of her hand.
To be continued...