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Chapter 109 Is the battle over?

 Dickens quickly stopped chatting, mainly because the chatting experience with Ringer was indeed a bit bad. Every answer he answered seemed to hit the point, but he didn't seem to say anything. After listening to it, it made people feel emotional.

"That's it" thoughts. If it weren't for the age difference, Dickens would have really wanted to ask him if he had spent a considerable period of time in the Kingdom's House of Lords. Otherwise, where did he learn such superb conversational skills?

It is said that the officials in the House of Lords can quarrel for a whole day in the magnificent palace. In addition to the fierce exchanges of words, sometimes they are supplemented by collisions of fists and feet, using physical means to express their strong wishes and opinions.

.But when they tidy up their messy clothes, hold on to their canes, and walk out of the chamber gracefully, if you ask them what topics they discussed, they will definitely look at you arrogantly, and then shake their heads reservedly. What I mean here is

It means that nothing is discussed.

Yes, they quarreled fiercely and fought passionately, but in fact, even they themselves did not know what they were arguing about and why they were fighting, as if the conclusions and opinions were not important. The matter of "talking about state affairs"

The thing itself is the most important. They just need to let outsiders know that they are working hard on national affairs and dedicate themselves to it. To be honest, this kind of thing is simply unreasonable to Dickens, who is used to the precise and efficient administrative efficiency within the association.

, it’s hard to imagine.

If this principle is simply applied to this young man, it can be understood that the content of the chat and his answer are not important, only the "chat" is important, and he only needs to let the chat process continue.

Enough.

What a cunning young man.

After thinking about this, Dickens burst into laughter. When he realized that he could not find out more information from Ringer, he gave up the idea and turned his attention to the girls beside the young man.

On the body. After noticing his gaze, Saint Xalia's first reaction was to take a step forward, blocking Olvera and Leticia behind her, raising her head to look at them, her eyes silent and firm.
Dickens was startled for a moment, and then showed a thoughtful expression: He probably guessed which one of the seven saints this cyan-haired girl was from the Goddess of Creation in the past.

After all, memories will be washed away by the river of time, but the essence of the soul will not change.

Olvera hid behind Saint Charlia, next to Merdine and Leticia, and Alice, who was studying the game console with a frown. She noticed that her sister's shoulders seemed to be shaking, and raised her head

She started to shine the lantern in her hand, and the dim firelight passed through the glass lamp wall blurred by the fog, revealing a few drops of sweat dripping down her beautiful neck, which was as pale as snowflakes. The princess asked worriedly

Said: "Saint Xalia, are you... okay?"

Saint Xalia pursed her thin lips and felt that her throat was a little dry, like a cracked riverbed after being dried in the sun. She was afraid that her voice was too hoarse and would scare her sister, so she did not speak and just shook her head silently.

The amplitude is so slight that it even makes people feel that her smooth curved side face has hardly moved at all.

Olvera felt that there must be something wrong. Is she worried, or is she pretending to be strong? Maybe she is observing the threads of fate that she cannot see at all, trying to find a way for everyone to escape safely? But she

But there was nothing she could do. The only thing she could do was to move the lantern closer, hoping that the weak firelight would bring her some warmth within reach and make her face not so pale.
If something like this happens again next time, shouldn't you stay on the empty island and not take risks with everyone else? Although I say I'm here to help, in fact, it seems like I can't help at all.<

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Olivia thought with some disappointment.

……

Dickens had no intention of chatting with him anymore, and Ringer would certainly not take the initiative to stir up the conversation. The scene fell into an eerie silence for a moment. The night was as silent as death, and any slight sound around him could be easily caught with ears, from the branches.

The sound of the first yellow leaf falling slowly in the bleak wind, to the trivial chattering of an unknown insect in the bush gnawing at the edge of the leaf... are all clearer and more clear than the heartbeat and breathing.

It is harsh, and even creates an indescribable sense of gloominess. Strangely, the sound of falling leaves and insects eating close at hand can seem noisy, but the roaring artillery fire in the swamp is so unreal and incredibly distant, as if that

It is not a war happening right in front of you, but it is happening in a place that cannot be seen or touched, a country that is extremely far away from everyone.

The muffled bombardment like thunder, the dense volleys like showers, the sour sound of sharp blades cutting through flesh and bones, the harsh sound of minions falling on metal armor, the magic knights advancing in unison, the aliens in a hurry

Cuo fled wailing, and there were huge wolves opening their bloody mouths that were split to the base of their ears, letting out long and ancient howls, trying to devour all tangible and intangible things, and awaken the memories of ancestors sleeping in their blood vessels... These sounds are related to war.

They are all blocked in another world, where a brutal massacre that has nothing to do with anyone is going on, but is closely related to the fate of the entire world.

Saint Xalia found that the uneasy premonition was getting stronger and stronger.

"Space is collapsing." Christian raised his head and saw dark cracks tearing apart space everywhere in the night sky. There was endless power of nothingness surging inside, making people feel breathing heavy and heartbeat slowing down just by looking at it.

, there was an uncontrollable urge to panic and scream in her mind. She immediately withdrew her gaze, lowered her voice and said: "Master Feier's power is starting to get out of control, and there are still thirty seconds left before the five-minute deadline."

"It seems that Gundaruff's resistance is a little more stubborn than expected." Dickens paused and then said: "But there is no need to worry, there is plenty of time, and I believe that your Majesty also..."

Before he finished speaking, a long and shrill howl suddenly came from the direction of the swamp, like a stray wolf howling, and the boiling sound spread throughout the peninsula in an instant, making the dark world awe-inspiring.

Trembling. In Qiyu Port, the citizens who had long fallen into slumber were awakened from their sleep by the howling of wolves. They lit up their oil lamps and walked out of their homes. They looked at the sparse stars that appeared and disappeared between the steel domes. Uneasiness and panic gradually spread.

; As far away as Machar, the city of cold lanterns on the edge of the peninsula, the night crows crow on the oldest lighthouse, fluttering their wings and flying away, forming a large group of heavy dark clouds on the turbulent sea, and the most surging

In the sound of the tide, it seems that the wolf's whispers are still echoing all the time.

This reminds people of that time more than a hundred years ago, when the darkness was brighter than all the time. The city was like a prison in the quiet night. Robbers, thieves and killers haunted the dark corners of the dark alleys. Rats bit people's throats.

Bones, greedy for the remaining warmth in the blood vessels. The pedestrians on the street are all haggard, like withered living corpses. There is no trace of humanity in their eyes, and they just live numbly. The taciturn mafioso, with a pistol hidden in his suit pocket,

Standing under the withered branches, like a silent statue, when he saw the target getting off the carriage with the golden lion and silver shield emblem, he raised his hand and put a bullet into his heart.

At the same time, there are many figures spread in the countryside of Sicilia Peninsula: werewolves leaping under the moon, vampires spreading their dark bat wings, deer-headed spirits that feed on human brains, and falling from the sky to rob children.

A monster with an eagle head and a human body, and a brutal lion-man who can tear people in half... emerged one by one, and gradually became clearer. Their memories exist with this dark time, and they always follow them.

Human society has been destroyed, conquered, and ruled, but in the end, the fire of civilization still burns brightly and burns through every inch of ashes in the darkness. The person who lit the fire also declared a silent judgment against these aliens.

.

Therefore, this shrill wolf howl only lasted for a short moment. Almost at the same moment when the person's eardrums were just inflating and causing a tingling sensation, a sharp sound suddenly sounded from the distant and desolate howl.

The cracking sound was like a sword breaking in the bones, or armor breaking in the flames. The wolf's howl stopped suddenly, like a piece of music being cut off, and the next moment, there was no sound at all.

The painful memories that the people of the peninsula have been shrouded in darkness since the Middle Ages will not be repeated a second time since the birth of civilization, because the ancient families destined to rule the peninsula will not have a second chance to emerge from the blood and fire.

Complete rebirth from the ashes.

Dickens raised his head and said to Christian and Ronning: "It looks like the battle is over."

Christian stared at his pocket watch and nodded silently. The time displayed on it was still... fifteen seconds away from the agreed five minutes.


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