Gula Port, suburbs—

The gray knight, who belongs to the Temple of Crow Claws, is tracking his prey along the bloodstains.

The bright red blood was like the berries grown on pyracantha unique to this area in winter, and the color of amber was so eye-catching in the snow. The taciturn knights quickly locked in the target and marched into a village near the port in three directions.

Before entering the village, the hunters found the place of the prey at the entrance of the village. The wounded nightingale girl was leaning against a piece of wall, looking at them helplessly, and a wry smile appeared on her face.

She sighed: "Everyone is chasing you very tightly. I think... I shouldn't be that important yet, right?"

However, the Grey Knights did not answer, but only looked at each other.

The girl held the long dagger in her hand and stood up shakingly. The wound on her thigh burst out again, and blood penetrated into the fabric and fell on the snow drop by drop. She had a companion of Paparal before, but it seemed that she had disappeared at this moment.

However, the hunters did not advance, but scattered left and right, surrounding each other. The village here had long been destroyed by war, and the prosperity of the past was now only ruins and rubble.

It was also at this moment that a scream came from the wind, and a crossbow arrow shot from unknown direction.

But the hunters seemed to have expected that as soon as they drew their swords, the magician's light track appeared on the blade. When they attacked the crossbow arrow, a spark splashed, deflecting it to one side and falling into the snow.

"Damn it!"

A grievance came from nearby.

A little dwarf came out of a bush and shook the snow on his body. He looked at the dull magic crossbow in his hand, shook his head and threw it away at will. Then he pulled out a bright short sword from behind and pointed the tip of the sword at these people.

It was the long-lost Paparal.

When Alisa saw this scene, she couldn't help but feel funny: "I said that they are not fools. They have been fooled once or twice, and they will be fooled again."

"You care so much," Parker raised his short eyebrows and said angrily: "I told you to run away a little long ago, and you didn't listen. Now, don't you escape, either of us will be dragged down by you."

Miss Nightingale laughed: "Thank you then, Parker."

"Hmph!" Parker didn't appreciate it and turned his eyes to the hunters. "If you have the time to make fun of it, why don't you come and help me deal with these people? Listen, the Benpaparals don't plan to sit here and wait for death."

Miss Nightingale also looked at the gray knight surrounding him, but she was not as optimistic as him.

These hunting dogs that chased through the way were all the backbone of the Crow Claw Temple, and their level attributes were no less than those of her and Parker. Although they had eaten two people several times before, they actually did not lose any manpower, which shows that.

She was injured at this moment, and Parker was not good at melee combat, not to mention that the magic furnaces of both of them were almost exhausted and could not be worse.

The hunters seemed cautious and had no intention of giving them any chance. She only looked at the other party scattered left and right, blocking their escape routes, and couldn't help but sink.

Thinking of this, Alisa curled her smile.

“Parker.”

She showed a rare serious expression and lowered her voice: "Be careful, don't fall into these people's hands."

Surprisingly, the Paparals did not respond.

The latter was like being possessed, standing there blankly, holding the sword in both hands, without moving.

Alisa couldn't help but be stunned: "Parker?"

Oh no, Miss Nightingale immediately called out a secret voice in her heart.

She didn't expect that the Paparals would become unreliable at this time - distracted in front of the enemy! She immediately subconsciously looked at the gray knights, but then she saw a scene that made her even more dumbfounded-

The attention of the gray knights was also not on the two of them!

The other party was turning around and looking to the horizon, where was the location of Gula Port - where they came.

Now that port is no longer ten, there is no more than one in ten. There is a black hole hanging in the middle of the sky covered with purple clouds, like a deep pupil, quietly staring at the world.

That is the channel connecting another world-

But at this moment, the shadow man fleets that were staying on both sides of the passage were no longer ten. Most of them had already gone to Elpahin, leaving only some sparse black dots, which were still guarding the passage, guarding their door to this world.

What's there?

The bad state seemed to interfere with Miss Nightingale's judgment. At least a moment later, she noticed a complex expression mixed with fear, hesitation and confusion from the faces of the taciturn hunters around her. The gray knights seemed to realize something and began to slowly retreat.

They drew their swords one after another, as if they were facing a great enemy, facing that direction.

The Paparals even sat down on the ground.

But it's not because of fear.

But because the ground shaking-

earthquake?

Alisa was slightly stunned.

There are few earthquakes in the air and land, except for the occasional earthquake in elemental resonance, just like that time on Fenris - but there were deeper reasons that the huge valleys produced by the earth cracks at that time almost divided the entire floating island into two.

But this is the northern border, how could there be an earthquake?

Since the green disaster, the two continents have sunk to the continent, and the boundary of the northern border has never changed since then. Geology and elements have stabilized, and the history of the last earthquake can almost be traced back to the previous era.

Then it is not an earthquake, it can only be other reasons...

But Alissa had no time to think more, because the ground was not just shaking, but the whole roared, and the snow on the ground cracked, forming snow dust, and spreading into fog about half a foot high on the surface.

Miss Nightingale hurriedly held the wall, but the next moment the wall also fell backwards and broke into pieces. A low moan came from the depths of the earth, like the trombone of a giant dragon.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! - No, it is better to say that it is the dragon's low moaning.

Behind the purple clouds in the distance, a dark red light suddenly flashed between the intertwined lightning. The light was just like a line in the horizon at first, but it expanded sharply in a blink of an eye, and a line of dazzling golden red appeared from it.

Just like the light before dawn, it illuminates the entire sky in an instant.

The fire rising from the horizon, with golden red flames all over the sky, swept everything. The sparse black dots in the sky - the floating ship group where the shadow man stayed there to guard the teleportation channel, was becoming restless at this moment.

The shadow people seemed to have noticed something.

The floating ship began to scatter...

But the next moment.

A pair of giant wings covering the sky and the sun, a pair of giant wings burning with golden flames swept across the rising clouds like fire, like the epic of giant creation described in myths - the giant dragon that was originally born descended from the clouds, carrying fire and light, creation and destruction, it opened its first golden eyes and witnessed the birth of this world-

The entire Gula Port was in chaos.

The believers of the Crow Claw Temple, the Grey Knights, were all running away.

The huge, suffocating wings enveloped the sky and the world, jumped up from under the horizon, and followed by a red flame that swept through everything, ignited the entire clouds, and wherever the sea of ​​fire passed, everything turned into ashes.

"Why……?"

People stopped in despair and looked up at this scene of the end of the world.

They are the envoys of the crows and the prophets of the end.

They brought a melody of death, predicting that the world would turn into dust.

But the master never wished for the end of their deaths—

But at this moment, these people who personally declared the death of others, the crazy believers of the Crow Claw Temple, witnessed the coming of the moment of death...

What kind of destruction is that?

It was a giant dragon with no shape in the world. Its open wings directly darkened the sky and covered the entire port. Its rugged body was shrouded in the misty black fog, leaving only a beating heart - a dark red light, flashing in the deep darkness.

The shackles that bound their bodies, those components covered with countless mysterious runes, like pale bones, support the body of the dragon. It is like a floating mountain line walking above the sky, and its burning flames is enough to burn everything.

Wherever the shadow of the dragon wing passes.

The port turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The block turned into ashes.

The crazy believer ran around the flames, screaming in despair, and finally turned into a burning piece of coke...

"Why is this happening...?"

"Master Lord, have you abandoned us?"

"Where is the promised redemption..."

The dragon watched all this coldly.

It's like looking at a ridiculous farce.

Its cold golden pupils only reflect all the deaths on the earth.

The dragon flew over the northern border without stopping. The whirlwind of flames brought under its wings was enough to turn Gula Port into ashes. Wherever it passed, the ice and snow melted, turned into twisted water vapor, and finally evaporated invisibly, revealing the cracked, charred land below it.

Just as the wing tip swept past, the shadow man's floating ship in the sky caught fire and burned, and only the extremely lucky few avoided it, watching the scene in horror.

And the suburbs of Gula Harbour.

Miss Nightingale was watching this scene from afar.

She looked at the burning red clouds, came to their heads, then closed, and finally turned into a golden flame, falling straight down, refracting in this direction.

The Grey Knights were already in chaos and they wanted to turn around and escape, but the scorching flame wind had swept across - Alisa saw the red hot current, burning the outer skin of the group of Grey Knights like peeling off the shells of eggs, revealing the charred muscles below.

Then the charred body dissipated like smoke and dust, as if it was dust blown away by the wind, leaving only the skeletons scattered in the snow, and then the skeletons scattered all over the ground and fell into the drifting snow dust.

The hot wind blew over my face, and Alissa closed her eyes slightly, waiting for the moment of death to come.

But the high temperature dissipated little by little, and it blew through the snow without even lifting many ice particles. When it blew onto her and Paparal's face, there was only a warm wind that was blowing towards her.
To be continued...