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Act 239: The Mortal Curtain II

The soft claws landed gently on the stone slab, and the flesh pads under the soles of the feet were squeezed and deformed. Then four sharp nails tapped the ground gently, and the silver hair stretched in the opposite direction of the muscle force.

A giant silver beast stepped gracefully out of the darkness.

Darkness Kou Hua gently pushed it up and fell down from its back. Her long ebony-like hair was fluttering like silk gauze. She looked back and saw that the small temple was dim and unclear in the darkness.

"This is truly the most interesting human being I have ever seen. It's a pity that he still knows too little about our world and doesn't understand that the moment has come. This person was fooled after all."

"He is a good man." The giant silver wolf suddenly said, and the girl's voice was like a string of silver bells falling to the ground, jingling.

"Perhaps, but this era is good and bad."

"Sister," the giant wolf shook his head: "Can't we just stay away from the war and not care about worldly affairs? Do you still remember what we promised to Lord Milos?"

Dark Kou Hua stretched out his hand, gently stroked the giant wolf's cheek, looked into its compassionate emerald eyes and said, "But it's not up to us to choose. It's back. My dear sister, listen -"

The giant wolf was silent, his emerald green eyes as calm as ice.

Dark Kou Hua closed his eyes and answered: "The long blast of horns resounded among the dark clouds. The darkness spread and covered the moonlight. They howled and ran wildly and came to this world..."

The girl's voice was so melodious and melodious, like a poem and song blooming in a dark and profound world.

But the scene it describes is so cold to the bone, dark and cruel, desperate and bleak, as if the north wind is whistling and freezing everything in the world.

Two secret cultists wearing pitch-black robes walked out of the corner. They were stunned to encounter the strange combination of a giant wolf and a girl. They couldn't help but subconsciously stop and look this way.

The girl opened her eyes.

She was smiling, and her black and white eyes were full of color.

"Forget it," she said: "For the sake of his care for you and the sake of these blood crystals, I will help him one last time."

"Let mortals see how dusk falls -"

Only then did the two bewildered members of the secret society react, looked at each other warily, and pulled out their sharp swords from under their robes: "Who is that person?"

Dark Kou Hua ignored them at all, as if there was only dust in front of him.

She took a step forward quietly, raising her neck slightly. Her eyes reflected the light of the silver moon, as if she could see the nostalgia and piety of her hometown.

The toes of her feet were placed on the ground, and her fingers were clasped together. They were pure white and not stained by a trace of dust.

She opened her mouth slightly, revealing her sharp white canine teeth. This moment seemed to be frozen in time. The eyes of the two secret cultists clearly reflected an elegant creature howling at the moon. The girl had already raised her head and let out a cry from the depths of her heart.

The cry of the wild——

"Uuuuuu——"

"Uuuuuu——"

A drop of water fell off from the trickle of time and passed down the long river of fate. It broke through the shackles of the law and landed on the surface of this world.

Among the ruins of the Queen's District, a humanoid insect covered in armor suddenly stopped. It turned its head and looked toward the sky with its complex compound eyes.

Dark clouds are rolling -

The black gauze passes through the flawless moonlight, one after another. The huge silver moon is losing a corner, and then degenerating into a straight line. Half of it is missing, the string is lowered, and finally there is only a residual hook, until it is swallowed up by the darkness, the pitch black

There is only a silver line left in the night sky.

A low whimper echoed in the sky, like a trumpet blasting, resounding for thousands of miles, low and deep, sweeping over. The sounds gradually connected into one, forming a rolling thunder, like countless evil spirits galloping above the dark clouds, roaring and playing.

"Uuuuuu——"

Thousands of years later, people once again saw the scene of wolves running in the sky.

The two secret cultists were stunned. They looked around at a loss. They kept claiming that they wanted to destroy this rotten world, but when they really faced the moment of doomsday, there was no ecstasy in their hearts, only despair.

He rose up, and his eyes were filled with darkness.

The rushing black mist passed through their bodies, and with a click, the two of them seemed to be picked up by a giant beast. Their bodies lifted unnaturally and folded in half, as if countless sharp teeth tore their flesh and blood, lifting them high.

Throw it up and rain of blood will fly.

The dark giant wolves were running wildly in the fog. Sometimes they turned into entities, and sometimes they turned into a diffuse mist.

"Uuuuuu——"

"Uuuuuu——"

From all directions, countless voices echoed the howl of the girl Kou Hua.

They are wolves.

Walking before dusk in Warnd.



Between the mountains and vast jungles crisscrossed by the ring of trade winds, there lies an ancient dreamland. It turns into an invisible force and walks over the mountains and forests, constantly reviewing and repeating it, like an ancient will.

Indulge in the bizarre past time.

In the sky above the misty forest, the ancestral beast made of mist was slowly stopping. It turned its head twelve times above the clouds and stared at this familiar land.

Thousands of years.

For thousands of years.

It remembered that a group of elves passed by here, that it had met a strange wizard, that it had met a knight who dared to bargain with it, and that there was also a sneaky guy, a little guy that it didn't care much about, and a woman.

, another woman.

Many past memories reappeared in this dream.

Then the body of the giant beast began to become ethereal, as if the wind was blowing the clouds, and the fog dispersed. The twelve songs of the ancestral beast gradually faded above the clouds, and finally turned into a few wisps of clouds and smoke across the sky.

above.

That invisible and majestic power.

Completely disappeared from the misty forest.

"Dong——"

In the fir collar far outside the black forest, all the Senians felt their hearts beating heavily for the first time, as if something important was happening invisibly, and countless people woke up from their sleep.

They put on their clothes and rushed out, only to see the girl who usually taught them and acted as a therapist for the village standing in the middle of the village.

"Miss Sophia!"

"Everyone, please stop." The girl turned back, her face under the snow-white hood looked particularly sacred at this moment: "Please remember my words and follow your lord's footsteps firmly."

"Only he can save this -"

She stretched her hand forward a little, and the world of dreams spread out from under her feet. It was a world outside the world, and its name was Bunosong, the country of the north wind.

A great will is staying on the other side of this world.

In the misty canyon.

The heavy fog seemed to be given life and surged. Behind the fog, the huge eyelids were slowly opening, revealing a cold and beautiful pupil.

That emerald green penetrates the heart.

"Martha——"

A low voice murmured.

The mountains roared.

Above the sea of ​​trees, the elves and druids were shocked to see that the meteorological anomalies in the entire Trade Wind Ring were undergoing drastic changes. The cloud rings disappeared, the mountains of Valhalla collapsed one after another, and a giant beast fluttered its hair.

He slowly stood up among the rubble.

This elegant creature seems to be a legend that came down from the epic of the blue. It raised its head, howled at the moon, stepped on the peninsula with all four legs, its huge body connected to the sky at the top, and the earth at the bottom.

She has a name among the most remote legends and myths.

The gods called her Isis.

After the wolves.



The bishop's expression had completely changed.

The crystals in front of him were turning into ashes piece by piece, which meant that half of Rushta's control had been lost. He thought this was just a small revenge, but within just ten minutes, his confidence fell.

Was completely defeated.

"How did they do it!"

"How did they do that!?"

The believers are also in chaos, and wolves are roaming the world. This is a scene before the end of the world, but how can so many things happen to come together?

"Master Bishop, we have to find a way!"

"What else can be done? What else can be done!?" The Bishop clenched his fists so hard that his nails almost dug into his flesh. He screamed, "There is no other way! We can only speed up the ceremony!"

"But in that case, the perfect body cannot be summoned." The expression of the person behind changed.

"That's too late."

The bishop's face was horribly pale. This sudden scene completely disrupted his arrangement. Now he finally figured out who the other party was, but he never dreamed that the revenge of a mere little nobleman from Eruin would be so terrifying.

.

He felt extremely regretful. If he had known it earlier, he should have been more cautious. Although Lord Dragon Queen's instructions must be completed,... at least it could be more secretive and more perfect.

However, regrets in this world are only painful aftertaste, and there is no chance to start over.

"Even if it is an incomplete body..." The bishop clenched his fist like a wrinkled orange and said through gritted teeth: "That's enough -"

He stared viciously at the silver line in the dark night sky. It looked like a spectacular scene formed by two moons superimposed, but the previous moon was as dark as ink, as if it was just a shadow.

"Dusk, dusk, no, dusk...it's nothing more than that."

This has been the plan of the Tree Shepherds for thousands of years, and they must succeed.

Ever since they broke away from the Ring of the World, they have continued to implement their own ideas. The Truth Council, the World Tree Organization, the Earth Legion, and the Arbiter are all of no use.

The people of the gods failed again and again.

Only they can save it all, born from withering and ashes, the balance between all things and nature is cruel and fragile——

Doesn’t the creed of the Druids originate from this?



"We must repay Her Majesty the Queen——"

Cassette's words stopped abruptly.

He saw a bit of silver light, as if coming from the distant sky.

The mobs were pushing each other and retreating from each other. A bloody son of the evil god was torn into pieces by the black mist that filled the sky. The green light in the surging black mist conveyed an icy meaning.

"That's a wolf..." his adjutant said in surprise from behind.

"I know." However, the Flame Knight's mood was far lower than before: "Have you read the Poems of Cang?"

"What?"

"Have you read Cang Zhi's poems?" Cassette turned back fiercely, grabbed the latter's collar, and shouted loudly: "Idiot?"

"I'm here...I'm here..." The adjutant was obviously frightened.

"That's a wolf, you know?"

"I……"

"The wolf walks before dusk," said the Flame Knight with a look of despair in his eyes: "The dragon of dusk is not dead... we are finished..."

The silver light in his eyes was getting brighter.

The black mist rolled over the heads of the refugees like a tide and rushed towards the city wall. Countless sharp teeth were hidden in it. When they passed over the soft human body, they were like invisible sharp blades, setting off waves of blood.

Screams came and went.

The soldiers' faces turned pale, such a war was beyond their imagination.

The Knight of Flames pushed his adjutant away, and the latter staggered back. He pulled out his long sword, and the light of the sword shone like a shooting star. "You guys get down."

"Sir Knight?" The adjutant was stunned and stunned.

"Get out!" Cassette roared: "This is not the place you should be!"

"But……"

"No buts." The knight patted his chest and replied proudly: "I am Casset (the knight of Lotcher), and I drive for the King of Fire (one of the one hundred and twenty knights). Here is

(This place) should be the place where my bones are buried (it is the place where the sword was broken)."

The words of the ages overlapped with each other, as if two voices resounded from the city wall at the same time.

It is the oath of Yanjuan.

Everyone seemed to see an illusory figure integrated into Cassette's body, as if they saw one hundred and twenty knights on the holy white plain thousands of years ago, swearing an oath with their swords, and following that great figure throughout their lives.

"Go down."

Cassette backhanded his sword, and a red light curtain rose from behind him. The black mist rose behind him, and countless terrifying giant wolves were writhing and grinding their teeth in it.

The light curtain immediately creaked.

The knight's face turned pale: "Quick, I can only hold on for a moment."

The soldiers were so frightened that their legs were weak, and they rolled down the stairs howling. Only the adjutant turned around - he was at least a knight. At this moment, the courage in his heart defeated the fear of death, and then he also saw a bit of silver.

Light.

This silver light is no different from the one in the eyes of the Flame Knight.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" Cassette roared.

"Sir, that is..."

"Click——"

A giant wolf that was almost the size of a city tower bit into pieces the light curtain behind Cassette, opened its huge black mouth, and bit into the half-body of the Flame Knight.

But before it could close its upper and lower jaws, a silver thread had already pierced the back of its head.

The adjutant opened his mouth widely.

One man and one ride, the horse's hooves leap into the air, the knight holds a spear, like a ray of silver light, the long shuttle in his hand goes straight forward, black mist is flying in all directions, and a head of silver hair is flying in the air like the passing moonlight.

"Thousands of armies——"

"--one strike!"

Medissa's voice echoed over the fortress.

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