Dark clouds covered the sky and blocked out the sun.
A wild storm swept across the land, and the sharp whistling sound was like the wail of a banshee. The house made an obvious creaking sound, the continuous strong wind made people blind, and bats streaked across the sky, screaming.
The continuous electric light cannot even be said to fall, but sweeps across the ground repeatedly - the bunches of electric light are not like thunder, but like tornadoes that penetrate the sky and the earth, directly plowing ravines on the ground.
.Those buildings were hit by lightning and burst into flames... But even so, not a single villager escaped from the house out of fear.
If it weren't for the lights on in the room and the smell of humans, it would have thought that these people had evacuated.
But... what's going on?
Wouldn't they rather burn to death in the room than come out?
Even so, why is Aiwass so calm? He has implicated this ordinary village because of himself, doesn't he feel any shame or regret?
The Punisher Demon hadn't told him much about this village before, and Wolfram wasn't interested in asking for such inconsequential details.
But now, Wolfram frowned.
Seeing the Punishment Demon constantly guiding Thunder, the Giant Prince suddenly felt a subtle sense of foreboding in his heart that things were gradually getting out of control.
At this moment, Yeats, who was fishing by the Sapphire Lake, suddenly frowned.
A bolt of lightning fell from beside him, knocking over his fish barrel filled with plump salmon and trout - the iron barrel exploded directly, and Yeats casually slapped it away.
He raised his head and looked at the dark clouds in the sky, his pupils instantly turned scarlet.
"How annoying, Wolfram..."
His calm and mellow, poet-like voice gradually became rough and deep: "The master said not to cause trouble for her, and I don't even plan to come to you... Now you can't blame me for this.
"It's you who came here to cause trouble. Now it's you."
As he spoke, the body of this man, who was as skinny as a rotten wood, suddenly began to swell.
He was originally close to two meters tall, but now he was taller. His black hair hung down to his shoulders like wet seaweed, and his strands of black hair turned into thick fur.
It's not the skinny gray wolf he transformed into before.
But a muscular werewolf with a body of over two and a half meters tall and a slightly hunched back——
He crouched down slightly and disappeared from the spot.
On the other side, Merlin was walking on the road near the swamp, when a rune suddenly lit up on his body.
He disappeared from the place without warning. At the same time, a lightning struck directly on his original position, leaving a deep crater. Then he disappeared again - another lightning struck just now.
s position.
"Who is it? Is he sick?"
He was almost struck twice by lightning, which made even a good-tempered person like Merlin a little angry.
He didn't even need to analyze it. He could see at a glance that this thunder contained the power of "crime and punishment".
This is not a natural thunder, but the innate ability of the Punishing Demon.
Unless they are newly born, there will be no completely innocent people alive in the world. And these thunders will track every guilty person and attack - in other words, they will try to obliterate all living people within range.
The staff in Merlin's hand paused slightly, and a faint spiritual light appeared around him. The thunderbolts became more dense, but they avoided him as if they had eyes.
"Really..."
...Interfering with the material world as an apostle, it will not be easy to explain to the boss when you go back.
Merlin narrowed his eyes and murmured in a low voice, touching the holy sword at his waist.
Although he had sworn not to use magic to kill anyone again...but he was also a swordsman.
But at this moment, he paused slightly and suddenly showed a sarcastic smile.
Feeling the suddenly cold air around him, Merlin showed a pleasant smile: "Oh my god, how could I forget... Heleqin is buried here. It's great not to have to do anything.
"But now that you've reached this level, you still have to move a little bit. Otherwise, you will really be looked down upon by the younger generations."
Merlin said softly and pushed up his monocle.
He lowered his head slightly, white light reflected on his glasses.
Without any spells, gestures or materials, a complex ritual circle suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him. One line after another appeared out of thin air, as if "growing" from the circle.
Merlin has no intention of breaking his oath. This magic circle is definitely not used to kill people.
The spell he prepared was made up on the spot, so it didn't have a name. Merlin didn't know this spell before, but after deeply understanding the principles of the spell, it was easy for him to innovate.
The effect of this spell is very simple.
It has only one simple effect, which is to make nearby people who are trying to teleport, use avatars or rebirth not to appear from the location they set before, but to appear here instead.
"A great wizard, right..."
The corners of Merlin's mouth raised slightly, revealing unconcealed malice.
Just when Merlin was adding fuel to the entire basic spell, black mist steamed up from under the dark clouds.
It looked like black smoke, but there was no burning sensation at all, only a bone-deep coldness.
The black mist rose from all directions, covering the entire street.
The fire ignited by the thunder was extinguished and swallowed up by the black mist in an instant. The pale cavalry regiment appeared in the air in a twisted posture as if growing out of the black mist.
Silver-white armor and ghost horses, as well as armored skeleton cavalry holding weapons——
Just like every Wild Hunt night in the past.
But the difference is that after they appeared today, they did not have the usual carnival and banter. Instead, they lined up extremely neatly, without saying a word. A cold and solemn atmosphere enveloped the entire Wild Hunt Legion.
——Suddenly, a huge thunder struck!
In the stormy night, the dark hero descended from the sky!
A cavalryman wearing exquisite elven silver armor and holding a vanguard spear emerged. Inside the armor was also a white skeleton. Riding under it was a ghost Pegasus with wings on its back.
Originally, whether it was silver armor, spear or Pegasus, it should be pure white. It was a hero like a pure white comet - but now its whole body was dyed completely black, that kind of cold black smoke.
It's what comes out of it.
There was only a sharp cry, and the helmet's mask fell. Two dim yellow lights lit up from the helmet's eyes, and then the edges of the Pegasus' wings also turned dim yellow, as if smoke was evaporating. Since then,
Gradient from pure black to dim yellow.
Immediately afterwards, all the white armors on the Wild Hunt were dyed dim.
Like a sandstorm rolling up in the dark night, or like pure white clouds turning into dark clouds. It has a destructive oppressive force——
The next moment, the Wild Hunt Legion launched a charge in the storm. They even briefly illuminated the sky, turning the dim night sky into a pure haze - as if a sandstorm was about to come, or like a strange scene appearing in a heavy rain.
Faced with this kind of power, the Punishment Demon also felt nervous. As soon as it saw the appearance of the Wild Hunt Legion, it immediately removed the maintenance of "Thunderstorm" to prevent itself from becoming too conspicuous.
It had never even experienced a battle of this scale before, but when it saw that the situation was not good, it turned around and ran away.
I don’t know if His Highness the Prince can attract its attention...
——As expected, the Punishment Demon finally breathed a sigh of relief when it found that no Wild Hunt was rushing towards it.
Great, the plan worked.
This time's "Thunderstorm" has achieved great results! Even if it takes all this power as a price, it is worth it!
Sure enough, this is how it should be done - destroy those buildings so that the opponent cannot hide, and kill all living creatures to cut off the opponent's possibility of receiving support. You may even have severely injured or even killed the opponent!
And the King of the Wild Hunt, who was lured away by the storm, was also lured away by Wolfram!
Such a clever lightning strike!
Blocking the enemy's support, he safely launched a complete and unstoppable group attack, using Wolfram to draw away the King of the Wild Hunt who was the most threatening to him, and let him betray himself at any time.
Wolfram was also killed by the King of the Wild Hunt... It was a plan that served multiple purposes with one stone!
There can only be one ultimate beneficiary!
"——The only one who can win the Book of Law is me!"
The devil, who was as ferocious as a demon, covered in pitch-black matte scales, resembled a crocodile, a turtle, and had the black wings of a bat roared and let out a triumphant laugh.
