Because he is willing to help others, he is quite popular in the Craftsman Association, and the envy of young people has not yet been transformed into jealousy.

Therefore, everyone did not resist, but seemed a little confused. Someone asked, "Chris, have you discovered anything?"

Chris shook his head.

He was about to speak, but suddenly he felt a chill in his heart.

Chris subconsciously raised his head.

He looked towards the street intersection - the reinforcements of the previous summoners attacked that direction, but it was extremely quiet at this moment, but that silence was not reassuring.

In just a moment, in his sight, one, two, in groups of three, in the blood-colored battle robe, escaped from that direction in a hurry.

——It’s from the Jeffrett Red Team!

Chris thought, but he had never seen such a look on the other side - on the faces of the musketeers - they seemed to have seen ghosts, with a look full of panic.

At this time, the other party soon saw them in this direction and immediately shouted to them:

"quick--"

But before they finished speaking, the people stood there as if they were possessed by demons, and even maintained their original running posture, motionless, as if they were stagnant of time.

Behind them, a gray ripple visible to the naked eye extending along both sides of the block. Wherever they pass, the brown and red and tiled green roofs, flower beds, and metal tracks shining with light are losing their color one by one.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Chris' pupils shrank wildly when he saw this scene.

Suddenly he remembered a legend that had long been lost in Elpahin - it had traveled on the ground many years ago with the most feared rumors, but with the fall of the wings that covered the sky and the sun, many memories of that era were also sealed.

What follows him is an ancient motto:

Don't forget the dead enemy.

But what exactly is the deceased enemy?

People no longer know.

And at this moment Chris finally remembered, just like the scene he heard at Dorifin, under the wings of death, darkness was quietly covering the world - a pair of golden pupils were staring at the earth.

The fire of Venus falls into dust.

Those who have seen their wings also witness death.

Behind the Dark Dragon.

It's a disaster.

And the ashes that devour everything is the shadow of the demise of all things.

"run!"

He blurted out.

The young people didn't need his reminder at all. As early as when they saw this strange scene, most people had turned around and scattered.

But before most people could take a few steps, they knelt on the ground one after another. Even Chris himself turned around and felt a heavy sank in his mind. It seemed as if the whole world was turned upside down, and a pair of golden pupils were staring at everyone in the sky.

The huge pressure made him kneel down.

And before losing consciousness, the last scene Chris saw:

It was the dark clouds that were split apart, and a huge vortex was appearing above the clouds.

It is like a channel connecting two worlds, and there is something huge, and it is now showing its shape from that channel...

...

Above the Crown Square, the icon of Marland was completely shrouded in the shadows.

On the stairs of the Silver Tower (Hall), among the few people wearing black robes and tilted their heads, the head was flashing with a scorching flame in their eyes - and that was not a description, but a real, leaping purple sea of ​​fire.

The fire reflected its face, but it was just a outline outlined by a shadow, where light and darkness intertwined, as if they reached the dark abyss.

"The Lord has come."

The leaping flames and shadows raised their hands high, as if guiding something to come to this world.

The voice was hoarse, but it couldn't help but rise:

"We're back, too."

In the purple flame.

With a hint of pity, he was staring at the entire city from a high point.

The grey of death was flowing down the city of Elpahin.

It has made this glorious city dim and wherever it passes, there are still two sides fighting, but in a flash it turns into silence. It seems as if time has stopped and moved the city of craftsmen into another fragment of time and space.

Below, more than a dozen guilds of Elpashin were constantly attacking. At this moment, it seemed that the situation was not right and was retreating from some blocks. From above, the people were like ants fleeing in panic.

A bunch of poor people.

A sneering smile appeared in the leaping flames and shadows.

The other party may think that he is only one step away from victory.

sad.

Many generations have passed, and the elves of Noumerlin left this world to the people they chose - but unfortunately, they miscalculated. Short-lived species are difficult to take on great responsibilities, just as they predicted in each generation.

This legacy, broken world will no longer be a cage.

"It's good."

A thought flashed through the leaping flames and shadows.

Countless times have passed, and they have long forgotten the scenery of their hometown, and only the anger of revenge remains in their hearts.

Then, let's start with everything that burns this world.

This hateful.

The world behind the star gate—
Chapter completed!