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The sun finally rose, and Cyclone has survived the long, dark night.
It is very quiet, and all Cyclone can hear is his own breathing.
It feels like the world is approaching its final moments.
But it's not over yet, as the enemy rises again.
"Impressive..."
The battle comes to its end, as Cyclone uses the advantage of the terrain to push the enemy to a corner.
However, the enemy grows stronger through the use of the battlefield.
As a result, this battle turns into a prolonged war of attrition.
Joining the enemy lines, the witch is like a military strategist, resurrecting the former defeated dragon and sorcerer in an instant.
In the end, the cat mage of Tiny nods to his comrades and unleashes his final power.
"It's not over yet!"
The witch shouts, as if declaring herself the eventual winner of this battle.
"Ha!"
Here it comes!!
The witch's final incantation combines her own power with the power unleashed by the cat mage.
"Yuna sis!!!"
At that moment, the dragon devours both of them and finally merges into one.
"What?!"
Cyclone is shocked to see the three enemies in front of him, but the witch, known as the strongest in the continent, still doesn't give up.
With a body of steel, the fiery red eyes reborn from magic, she stands in front of Cyclone, a prehistoric dragon with three heads.
"The power within you has already been depleted!"
Even while breathless, the three-headed dragon says aggressively.
"You still want to continue?!"
His body exhausted, Cyclone kneels down.
To be honest, Cyclone actually wants to say "no".
His equipment is all broken, and he can't even hold his sword anymore.
But Cyclone chooses to laugh lightly.
"A man fights for moments like this!!"
A gust of wind blows, it's chilly, and with no clothes left on his body, the bare chest, due to the sweat, feels a strong tingling sensation every time the wind passes by.
Facing reality, Cyclone is just pretending to be strong now.
Looking at the three-headed dragon in front of him, his hands tremble uncontrollably.
Am I...am I scared?
Cyclone's heart couldn't help but raise the question.
Just one step...just one step...
Using every last ounce of strength in his body, Cyclone manages to stand up.
However, even standing is a great struggle, and his feet refuse to move forward.
The holy sword in his hand drags on the ground, once a partner that he could swing effortlessly, now it feels like it's resisting him.
It's simple, if he tries again, Cyclone will surely be completely exhausted.
As a part of his own body, the holy sword naturally wants to protect its master.
But...it was so close!!
Even if the holy sword doesn't respond to Cyclone's determination, Cyclone still wants to stand up.
He wants to challenge once more, to face the strongest enemy he has encountered so far and push himself to the limit.
If it's this opponent, Cyclone is willing to compete endlessly.
Ignoring the cries of his body, Cyclone takes a gulp of saliva.
"Ah..."
Even though he couldn't speak, Cyclone still laughed.
A passionate song echoed in his ears as Cyclone lifted his right foot once again.
"Come on..."
He raised the holy sword, pointing it straight ahead.
"Come on! Cyclone Theodore!"
Three giant dragons roared, causing the earth to tremble.
You will die!
In that instant, Cyclone seemed to hear his own sword warning him.
Why? Why continue to fight?
As he looked at the holy sword pointing ahead, Cyclone smiled and said.
Isn't it obvious?
Cyclone could no longer speak, and his consciousness began to weaken.
Formidable enemy...
But nonetheless, Cyclone infused his own strength into the holy sword, gritting his teeth.
"Formidable enemy!!! A challenge awaits!!!!"
Letting the holy sword emit its final radiance, Cyclone strode forward.
Though he was nearing death, Cyclone felt no fear.
Human limits were tested in this battle that risked billions of lives, and Cyclone advanced with his sword raised.
"Fight with me until the end!!! Comrades!!!"
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