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The world stops and goes backwards in just one thought. Is this just as instinctive to him as breathing?

But with such control, Roland did not perform well in controlling his own time. Otherwise, the trajectory of time would not have fluctuated violently before it arrived, so that 15,000 years ago It was discovered.

As creatures who also have no concept of acquisition, but yet control time, they are extremely external and internal.

Roland's existence seems to be completely opposite to his own... and so on.

Could it be——

That unbelievable thought came to Hatirem's mind. His pupils kept shrinking due to surprise, and his tone lost his calmness.

"——Are you actually using my power to refine your character?"

When Roland looked at him with eyes full of indifference, as a perfect life born from the remains of God, Hatirem had an incredible feeling of being looked down upon and inferior in his heart.

"Answer me, Roland!"

This huge contrast made Hatirem unable to suppress his uneasiness and shock any longer. He flapped his wings wildly and roared.

"It's noisy."

Roland's voice was not loud, nor did it contain frightening coldness. It was just a calm voice.

However, Hatirem's huge body trembled like a frightened little animal.

"Now that it's clear, just be good and stand there without moving. Let me blow your head off. Are you destined to become half a dragon of mine?"

"You haven't won yet, you arrogant brat!"

In this situation where no one is considered an enemy, even a dragon with a good temper like Hatirem has an annoyed tone in his voice.

For it that also upholds the name of being the strongest, even in its original destiny, facing Artosh who killed him, Hatirem regarded him as a friend of the same class as himself.

Needless to say, a rising star like Veleslana still has a sense of arrogance when evaluating the opponent, even if both sides have been hurt several times.

For Hatirem, who has seen countless years, the time it has truly experienced is longer than any other creature in this world. Even if it fails, it should be his active choice.

Even if he came from another world and was only a challenger with him in terms of strength, how could Roland dare to despise it like this?

Hatirem roared irritably.

"Being better than me at controlling time doesn't mean you can win..."

"First of all, I am not asking for your opinion, I am just telling you the fact that it will inevitably happen."

Roland's abrupt words interrupted Hatirem's questioning, causing the strongest dragon to show a stunned expression.

His tone was so plain but matter-of-fact.

"Second, your attitude is irrelevant in this matter."

The next moment, blood-red magic light illuminated all around, and the scales that Hatirem was so proud of burst out like broken glass. In an instant, the afterimages of countless Rolands superimposed on each other crashed into Hatirem with a shrill sound that caused the void to shatter.

The difference in stature between the two was so huge that Jibril, who was still far away from her, could not figure out the development of the situation and subconsciously clenched her palms nervously.

But the final result was completely contrary to common sense. Roland hit Hatirem's body with unreasonable brute force and mass, stepped on his neck and kept falling, letting the invisible force crush him inch by inch.

"Time accelerates!"

Regardless of the pain on his body, Hatirem roared out the truth about Roland's condition while continuously roaring, and ordered his body to move.

The same phenomenon as Emiya Kiritsugu's inherent temporal control was replicated in the dragon.

But no matter how the sense of time in the body was accelerated, Hatirem repeatedly let the dragon's words, dragon's claws, dragon's teeth, and dragon's tail strike out at the same time regardless of time.

Before its eyes was the afterimage of countless Rolands superimposed on each other, and in its ears was still the whistling sound of breaking through the air.

Even in Hatirem's eyes at this moment, even the traces of dust are clearly visible, and the water droplets in the atmosphere are as fragile as gems, but they are still wrapped in the red flash and are not affected by it. Moving forward in a controlled manner.

Roland didn't need to dodge in the storm of attacks, because no matter what, Hatirem's attack would be just a hair's breadth away from him.

Even if he only uses Heavenly Creation to accelerate himself to a limited extent, his speed is still based on the world. Even if Hatirem's body has a power that even a god species cannot break through, there are still limits as an individual.

If they are one step slower, even if they both start accelerating at the same time, in less than a second, it will become a paradox like Achilles chasing a tortoise.

At this time, Roland was even in the mood to tease each other.

"It is ridiculous that the King of Time is defeated by someone using time stop, but the Dragon King who has mastered time is played by someone using time acceleration. It seems to be no different?"

The dragon that had put away the past and the future was howling angrily, but he still could not shake his fate of turning into a meteor in the sky. He could only listen to the announcement made by the voice that seemed to be attached to his ears and seemed to be floating from far away in the sky.

"The emperor of time can only be me, Roland.

——So, would you please die a hundred times first? "

In the blink of an eye, the figures of Roland and Hatirem disappeared from the spot, turning into a rushing light, roaring, shattering the atmosphere, and flying into the distance.

Jibril, who was watching this scene blankly from a distance, widened her eyes and instinctively showed a trace of cold sweat. She swallowed and complained in an excited voice.

"With such a speed, how can anyone follow and watch the battle? Lord Roland is indeed a mean-spirited adult, meow!"

But no matter how much she complained, the young girl's never-ending desire to die still drove her to fly away and follow the trajectory of the meteor.

Chapter 308

Chapter 306: The Final Dragon’s Collapse

The galloping thunder with roaring flames tore the night apart at a speed that made the void tremble, leaving a ring-shaped scar on the surface of the planet.

After smashing an unknown number of peaks, Hatirem's huge body fell from the sky and hit the ground hard like a cannonball. The trajectory of the dragon's fall was like a majestic pillar of light, penetrating the sky and the earth.

The moment the surging energy hit the ground, countless long scarlet snakes splashed out, radiating around like water splashes.

What followed was the ground shaking due to the dragon's roar, and the sharp claws waving randomly carved deep marks on the dark space.

The reason why the Final Dragon, known as the Final Dragon, can behave like a wild beast is entirely because this battle is too frustrating.

In a battle where the winner cannot be determined immediately, the slight gap between abilities of the same type will be magnified.

Hatirem, whose speed has been suppressed, will face a violent storm of attacks after reaching the limit, until all his muscles and bones are broken, and then he will be killed by a single blow.

The crack in the sky that relies on the self-repair of the planet can no longer be healed. The crack in the crown is the number of reincarnations Hatirem has experienced.

"Kid!"

Hatirem roared angrily, and the originally peaceful pupils were completely replaced by anger. It struggled to raise its head and looked at the culprit in the sky.

That was a young man wrapped in blood-red divine light, and his pupils shone with the same noble color as the glow of power. No matter how many times he experienced it, Hatirem could never escape from that fate that was as inescapable as fate. He raised his head from the pressure.

From the eyes that couldn't see any emotion and only regarded himself as something that must be obtained, full of cruelty and indifference, Hatirem only felt a deep humiliation.

Even Artosh, who allowed himself to accept his fate willingly, had never looked at him with such a detached eyes, nor could he make himself feel fear.

It is the original dragon spirit species, the most perfect creature in the world. It is a miracle that was born from the remains of the divine species in the creation of the world and cannot be replicated again.

Although it is not a divine species, no god dares to despise it, because if the divine essence that created the world is not destined to disappear after completing its mission and cannot be born as an independent individual, it should be the strongest existence.

However, this newly rising pride could not last long, as the light of destruction falling from the sky knocked Hatirem back to reality.

Without the help of external objects, its proud scales and body became fragmented again.

In terms of output level, Roland is even better than him. Hatirem has experienced this deeply through hundreds of deaths in the past.

But the pride of the original dragon prevented it from bowing its head. After suppressing the fear and anxiety in its heart, it roared again.

"It's useless! Roland, no matter how many times I die, I will never give in!"

"Even if you use the power from another world to make up for your shortcomings, we are still standing on the same position!"

After the death of the dragon spirit species, only the hardest dragon bones will be left behind, but under Roland's attack, Hatirem, who was not even left with any residue, was still able to make a clear sound.

Although it is a bit ridiculous to say such cowardly words with the most arrogant attitude, Hatirem is not arrogant.

Because after the blood-red vortex ended, its figure reappeared in the center of the evaporated hollow.

The unscathed body flashed in the sunlight. It was purer than the ocean glaciers, with dragon scales that could not even see the traces of being attacked.

If it weren't for the fact that he was full of knowledge and understood everything in his eyes, there was a bit of lust and inner lust in his eyes, which would almost make people doubt whether his attack had any effect on Hatirem.

The Final Dragon, which can be restored from its past and future states at any time, has more than simple immortality. It is absolutely impossible to kill it without a special attack.

Hatirem, who was freed from the restraints, immediately made a defensive posture. However, Roland had no intention of continuing to take action. He just glanced at it calmly, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Faced with this performance, Hatirem felt confused for a moment, and then a hint of joy appeared in his eyes involuntarily.

Did the other party finally realize that this behavior was just useless?

That terrifying attack is indeed extremely powerful, and each time it can kill many of his own time remnants, but compared to the tens of thousands of years it has experienced in the past, and the ever-increasing future, it will take him to die completely. It's still very early.

But soon, this thought was interrupted by a figure coming from a distance.

When he discovered that Roland had a slight smile on his lips because of the other party's appearance, an incredible idea arose in Hatirem's heart.

"Could it be...are you actually waiting for the audience?"

Boundless anger and humiliation filled Hatirem's heart, causing it to let out a roar that shook the sky.

"It's natural. Compared with Artosh who has been peeking from the sky, it would be more interesting for a beautiful girl who suits my taste to witness this scene."

Hearing Hatirem's words, Roland glanced at it with a strange look, as if this was not obvious.

This shameless attitude gave Hatirem the illusion that he was too old-fashioned. However, after understanding the meaning behind Roland's behavior, it also shouted angrily.

"Don't act like you have victory in your hands. Do you think you can kill me?"

"if not?"

Roland's tone was calm and full of the flavor of what should be said.

"You have lost your will to challenge and stopped moving forward. You can no longer be called an opponent. At best, you are just a stepping stone to establish my throne."

Although he was initially curious about whether the Final Dragon had the same mutation as Veleslana, after seeing it with his own eyes, Roland lost interest in it and only regarded it as a ladder that must be stepped on.

Until today, Roland has experienced many unknown enemies. They vary in strength. Some are just magicians driven by obsession, and some are evil gods who can bring destruction to the planet. But even so, he is still equal. Think of it as an opponent.

No matter what, as long as they have characteristics that can make them move forward and can make up for their shortcomings, Roland will give them equal respect, whether they are bonded spirits or mortals.

But what about Hatirem?

It is the strongest dragon of time. It knows the outcome before its fate arrives, and finally chooses to adapt.

Such behavior is correct for a being bound in the web, but it is terribly wrong.

Facing a powerful enemy like Artosh, Hatirem actually gave up resistance and chose to die directly.

Now that you realize that you are not the strongest, but the weak, shouldn't you continue to challenge forward? Rather, it should be as happy as Veleslana when it realizes that there is an unsurpassable strongest one.

"Poor dragon, the reason why Artex doesn't kill you, and the reason why Veleslana thinks he will definitely defeat you, is probably because of this. You are just a vessel with the reputation of being the strongest, and sooner or later you will be taken away. There is no need to be afraid of anything."

Roland stared at Hatirem with indifferent eyes and sighed.

"Since you have escaped your original fate, you should seize everything you can in your new life and launch a challenge. Waiting for the unknown like me? That is just a reason for you to feel at ease and continue to slack off.

"Hattirem, in these fifteen thousand years, you have been nothing but a free coward, so you will definitely die in my hands."

Roland didn't think that putting himself in Hatirem's position would be able to escape its fate of death, but there was only one thing he could be sure of. Even if he died, his process would be better than that of Hatirem sitting in a defeated place. Mu is much stronger.

Now that you know it, you won’t resist?

Such a dragon is not as good as Emiya and his son. They may be possessed by demons, but they are much more like fighters than Hatirem.

Some original dragons can control their own time but still dare not challenge fate. Some vampires can only stop for five seconds and want to rule the world, even surpassing fate itself.

This has nothing to do with power, just desire. After experiencing so many worlds, the reason why Roland chose to move on is precisely because he wants to witness the scenery of more worlds, and... he hates those things that have turned into nutrients and been alienated by time. Faith, just a character who has lost himself.

He never wants to end up like that, so no matter what happens ahead, he must move forward.

"Roland!"

Feeling the contempt from the heart, Hatirem gritted his teeth and roared when he was poked at the painful spot.

"I didn't want to do this! This kind of move means that I have reached the end of my skills, and it means that you have achieved something that even Artex has not been able to do. But now, dignity and attitude no longer matter, I am going to kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jibril, who had not arrived from far away, hurriedly returned to the original route.

Because at this moment, Hatirem took a deep breath.

Different from the power of the previous word spirit that moved the heavens and the earth, what gathered in Hatirem's mouth was just a torrent of light that was tens of meters long.

But the terrifying aura exuded by this blow was far greater than before.

If the Flügel's Sky Strike is to fully release the God of War's spells and use all the energy in exchange for a killing blow, then Beng Roar is a Sky Strike that is unique to the Dragon Elf and is even better.

At the cost of burning one's life, the container itself is destroyed, allowing the power of the past and the future to be superimposed as much as possible at this moment, thereby releasing a decisive blow that can even change the shape of a star.

Although Hatirem can avoid the disadvantages of death, the essence of this attack is still to use his time remnants to exchange for power. It is a unique skill that can only be achieved by using one's life.