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Therefore, Xi Luo's sole purpose in infiltrating the city was to disrupt and contain these forces, preventing them from influencing the subsequent battle—the one that truly mattered.

"Chase him down—" Among Fontainebleau's defensive ranks, forces were arranged to counter Xi Luo. In the sky, the eagle tribe's Sword Emperor Siegfried wielded the demonic weapon "Star Catastrophe Sword," while on the ground, the dark elf Ye Ge brandished the "Emperor's Wrath Blade." Together, they should have been enough to oppose Xi Luo. Yet, Xi Luo never paused, weaving through the city's streets and alleys. Though Siegfried could keep pace, he couldn't stop him—each clash sent him soaring into the air under the overwhelming force of the "Hero's Sword." By the time Ye Ge, whose combat prowess had greatly increased after absorbing the Spider Queen's divine power, arrived, Xi Luo had already slipped away. Thus, their engagement became a relentless chase, and in the process, Xi Luo could only partially fulfill his mission, destroying merely two magic artillery towers and a few arrow towers. However, nearly half of the city's defensive forces were drawn into pursuing him.

Yet these skirmishes were merely the prelude. The true duel only began when the Golden Dragon's wings swept across Fontainebleau's sky.

"In the name of the *Overlord Sword—Sacred Dragon Covenant*, I decree your utter annihilation!"

A massive sword, ferocious and towering taller than a man, cleaved through the sky with the roar of countless dragons, splitting the barrier of the *Twelve Star Palace Gate* with a resounding crash.

*Heroic Werewolf Scroll*, Chapter 87: Sorcery Rises, Dragons Soar, the Decisive Holy Sword

Apart from the recently fallen "Death Knight" Hades, humanity's three remaining Saint-tier Knights, along with the near-Saint-tier wielder of the "Hero Emperor's Sword," had all joined the assault on Fontainebleau.

Yet, the combined strength of these four youths paled before the "Supreme Dragon Saint."

Forged from the horn of the *Abyssal Dragon King*, the colossal epic divine sword bearing the dual titles of *Sacred Dragon Covenant* and *Dragon-Slaying Blood Blade* manifested the Demon Dragon King's unique eight-winged, single-horned, golden-eyed illusion in the sky before slamming into the magical barrier of the *Twelve Star Palace Gate*.

The "Dragon Saint" possessed power several times greater than those young Sword Saints. In an instant, the city's magical barrier was split open by a hundred-meter-long gash. Then, with a horizontal sweep, the gash became a cross-shaped fissure before trembling violently and expanding into a massive hundred-meter-wide void. The Golden Dragon beneath the Dragon Saint's feet folded its wings and dove through the opening, followed by five other dragons, while the remaining draconic beasts were blocked by the slowly resealing barrier.

Accompanying the Dragon Saint were the five *Dragon Emperor Knights* of the *Dragon Emperor Knights*.

The Golden Dragon beneath the Dragon Saint circled above Fontainebleau's city walls, clad in rare armor—the Supreme Dragon Saint himself. Gazing down at the golden-haired lion-tribe Sword Saint, Catherine, who stood proudly with her sword, he immediately noticed her clearly pregnant state. After a moment of silence, he spoke: "I did not expect you to be in such a condition."

Catherine sneered, "What difference does it make? Will you retreat because of it?"

The Dragon Saint sighed. "In the past, I would never disregard my dignity to fight you under such circumstances. Unfortunately, this time, I have no choice but to engage you in a fight to the death."

"Oh? And what reason is that?" Catherine frowned. Though her nature would never let her shy from any challenge, she still had to consider her unborn child. If there was even the slightest chance to avoid conflict, she would take it.

"My lifespan is nearing its end," the Dragon Saint lamented. "Every Supreme Dragon Saint before me has wielded power surpassing others, but the flaw is that we cannot enjoy the extended lifespans of other Saint-tier beings. Instead, the immense burden of draconic energy hastens our demise. According to the Sacred Dragon Mountain's secret calculations, I will wither and die within a year at most."

"So, after your death, the new Dragon Saint will need at least a year or two to break through to Saint-tier. With the Pope of the Radiant Temple also dead and the remaining human Saint-tier forces weakened, you fear I might seize the opportunity to eradicate your bloodline. That's why you're striking first to eliminate me as a threat?" Catherine fixed her gaze on the Dragon Saint.

"Unfortunately, you’re right," the Dragon Saint nodded. "I had planned to trade my life for mutual destruction, ensuring you would lose your combat prowess forever. But now... well, the outcome remains the same—only our mutual destruction awaits."

"I, too, regret this. Because I absolutely will not die today. I must return to my husband's side. I must witness my child's birth and growth. I have reasons that forbid my defeat or death. So, Supreme Dragon Saint, today, only you will perish." As Catherine spoke, the golden radiance of the *Emperor Martial Overlord Art* surged around her, blazing like a second sun. Her aura skyrocketed, exuding a killing intent so intense it made armies tremble.

In response, the Dragon Saint unleashed his draconic combat energy. The phantom of the Abyssal Dragon King roared and writhed behind him as he reversed his grip on the *Dragon-Slaying Sword* and declared solemnly, "Though I have forsaken my dignity today to fight you to the death, I swear this will be a one-on-one duel. No others will interfere."

"Hmph, what good is that promise?" Catherine scoffed. "Unless the Pope of the Radiant Temple returns from the dead, what force could possibly influence the outcome of this battle? Don’t bother trying to bargain with me. Your subordinates will face my warriors of Fontainebleau. And if my husband returns, he will undoubtedly join the fray and annihilate you all."

The Dragon Saint's expression darkened slightly. "You misunderstand. I harbor no such schemes. In truth, I am not concerned about Lord Blizzard—by the time he returns, this battle will already be over."

"You have your judgment; I have my conviction." Catherine drew her golden *Sword of the Sacred Covenant* and declared boldly, "Then let us fight! Let us see who survives!"

Before her words faded, the Sword Saint's figure transformed into a streak of golden light, streaking toward the Dragon Saint in the sky.