Under the mountain peaks illuminated by the setting sun, a girl with a gentle smile stood quietly on the hillside, silently looking at the bloody battlefield below.
"You just like to talk nonsense." A thin, fair-skinned boy sat on a stone not far away, grinning ferociously as he happily watched a group of fully armored heavy cavalry run over a phalanx of sword-and-shield soldiers.
There was a lot of blood and mud left behind.
On the chaotic and bloody battlefield, tens of thousands of people were struggling between fighting and death, but no matter which side they were on, they deliberately avoided this small hillside.
"We are destined to win - but don't you think they are brave? I have seen your kind of strength, and they didn't even kneel down with trembling legs!" The fair-skinned boy shouted excitedly: "Crush them! Crush them!"
"
The girl with a pleasant smile did not answer him.
At this moment, a burly figure suddenly appeared behind them.
This is a young man, but his burly figure always makes people think that he is already very old.
With a serious look on his face, he threw the person he was holding in his right hand to the ground.
That was a man who was glowing all over.
Even the armor on his body was golden, forcing people to look away.
But at this moment, the luminous person was covered in bruises, his armor was in pieces, and some wounds were emitting more dazzling light and flowing out slightly flickering liquid.
Like some kind of rapid loss of energy.
"This is this?" The fair-skinned boy climbed up on his hands and knees as if he had discovered a new toy, looking at the glowing man curiously.
"This god wants to come around to our rear," the burly young man pouted and said seriously, "I will capture him."
The fair-skinned boy looked at this glowing man - the god - with curiosity, and muttered: "But you almost ruined him."
This severely wounded god was calmer than expected.
"Disasters," the god said weakly but calmly.
"Your evil plan has been detected by the Holy Sun," the light on the god's body flickered slightly, and he stated calmly, as if he was not in jail, waiting to die with his eyes closed, but doing something trivial: "You are destined to
fail."
"What did you say?" The young man smiled and put his ear to the god's mouth: "Who are you? I can't hear you!"
"Listen up, the disaster of ignorance and fearlessness."
The spirit said silently.
"I am the Holy Sun..." Shen Lin paused for a moment, as if thinking about something.
But the light on him flickered more and more rapidly.
"I am...I am..." The spirit seemed to be wondering about something and did not continue to speak.
"I am..." The god raised his head, his eyes glowing with golden light.
"Disaster, what did you do," he said hurriedly, seeming to have lost his usual calmness and indifference: "Why... why don't I know who I am?"
The burly young man looked down at him coldly.
"Of course you don't know who you are," he replied seriously:
"Because you never existed."
The next moment, the light on the god's body suddenly increased!
"Existence?" God's face changed, and he said in panic: "Are you——"
"You are..." But he paused again. After a few seconds, the god raised his head in despair: "I should know who you are."
"But I don't know that now."
The fair-skinned boy laughed playfully.
The burly young man crossed his arms.
The smiling girl remained the same as before.
The spirit closed its eyes calmly.
"It seems that I no longer exist." He said.
The next moment, the whole body of the god burst out with extremely strong light!
Like a little sun.
The hillside is illuminated so brightly!
The light dimmed.
The place where the spirit had just been lying was now empty.
The burly young man raised his head and looked at his two companions.
"The information was just updated." He said solemnly.
"The future is going south, cleaning up the organization step by step. With his ability, he will soon find the culprit." The burly man paused, "And Quan has already eliminated the humans and elves in the Sighing Mountains - he doesn't like procrastination.
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"As for Nightmare, he dug a hole and went underground... He said he was hunting down the Lord of the Abyss. As long as he caught that guy, he could find out the key to that weapon."
The fair-skinned boy was obviously not interested in these things. He turned his head again and paid attention to the battlefield.
"Where are the Holy Sun and the gods?" the smiling girl answered him: "Do they know?"
"It's useless if they know. Except for Toros, we have nothing to fear." The tall man said solemnly: "Besides, Quan has already freed up his hands, and he can deal with this matter."
At this moment.
"Huh? That team of cavalry - even if they didn't rush to escape, they actually dared to come directly towards us!" The young man jumped up in surprise, and faced a group of knights in the distance who broke through the battlefield and rushed towards them.
Waving excitedly:
"Hey! We're here! Come on!"
The knights in the team were already scarred, but they still followed the front without any regrets. The young knight holding a gun in his left hand and a flag in his right kept moving forward.
The knights charged.
The girl and boy vaguely heard their slogan, which seemed to be "Long Live the Empire".
The young man hesitated, looked at the burly young man, and then shook his head decisively.
The fair-skinned boy showed hopeful eyes again, and turned to look at the girl: "Giza! Giza! Can you please take action! You know my style is not interesting at all, and it is too serious and boring - you take action
Well, this way I can look at it longer, okay, okay?"
The girl smiled and stood up nonchalantly.
The burly young man frowned.
The fair-skinned boy clapped wildly and cheered loudly.
The smiling girl walked towards the group of knights who were getting closer and closer.
Until the leading young knight, the decisive spear in his hand, penetrated her chest.
"ah--"
The girl screamed in pain, blood spurting out of her chest.
Amidst the sound of the wind, the spear used the inertia of the horse to lift the girl up from the ground.
The leading young knight was shocked when he saw the girl's painful expression and the splattered blood.
Why--
Until a young knight behind him, covered in blood, roared crazily and woke him up from his trance:
"Your Highness Tormund!"
"Don't let her fool you!"
The young His Highness woke up immediately. As he galloped, he held the spear with both hands. The silver extraordinary power rotated like a stream of light and seeped out from his skin, illuminating him dazzlingly.
He roared:
"Die! Disaster!"
With extraordinary power, the girl's body was thrown high into the sky, and her blood was spilled.
Not far away, the young man on the hillside was shouting and inexplicably excited.
Blood rain fell.
Tormund only felt that his eyes were covered in blood.
Is this—that girl’s blood?
It seems that there are some, too many.
He was forced to close his eyes.
The next moment, Tormund was violently knocked away by a huge force.
When he got up after a brief dizziness, there was no cavalry left.
The surrounding area has become a sea of blood, with countless broken limbs and arms scattered around.
Tormund looked around him in disbelief, recognizing many of his comrades who had lived and died together, or parts of their bodies.
Massa, Quinn, Letodo...
Hot tears slid down the young knight's face uncontrollably.
No.
Why.
Why it still doesn’t work!
Didn’t those witches say...
"Your Highness!"
A roar came.
In front, a young knight fell to his knees, covering his right arm with a painful expression on his face.
Tormund came to his senses, stood up suddenly, and shouted: "Falkenholz!"
Falkenholz raised his head, his twisted face covered in blood.
"Your Highness! She is - inside -" Falkenhausz's right arm is expanding abnormally at a rate visible to the naked eye.
A Qinghui knight covered in blood struggled to get up.
He slashed down Falkenhausz with one sword, and his right arm was already five or six times thicker than that of an ordinary person!
The right arm fell to the ground, but it was still twisting and swelling.
Amidst Falkenhausz's roar, the Clear Knight struggled to drag his body to Tormund's side.
"Knight Arend..." Tormund looked at the pale knight, tears welling up in his eyes again.
The frail Arend smiled bitterly: "Your Highness, if you can still go back alive - tell those women."
"Weapon Prototype No. 62 - Test Failed."
The words just fell.
On the ground, Falkenhausz's severed right arm swelled to the point where it could no longer grow.
Then it exploded.
Blood drops spewed out in all directions like a volcano erupting!
Tormund was knocked away again.
This time, both Aarond and Falkenhausz protected him tightly behind them and withstood many impacts.
Tormund woke up quickly.
Both Arend and Falkenholtz fell not far away, fainting.
Tormund raised his head with difficulty.
He saw that strange girl, covered with red blood all over her body, walking towards him naked.
Behind her, an excited boy and a burly young man followed slowly.
Tormund gritted his teeth and drew the dagger from his leg.
"Come, disaster!"
he shouted.
But the girl didn't do anything. She just knelt down quietly in front of him and showed a cute and gentle smile.
"It really hurt just now," she said softly.
"But that's life, isn't it?"
Tormund roared crazily. He thrust out his dagger and penetrated the girl's chest again.
Blood splattered everywhere.
The girl groaned in pain.
"Stop pretending! Disaster!" Tormund cried in tears and shouted in despair and madness: "You will not die at all!"
The girl's sticky hands, stained with blood, gently covered the young knight's right hand holding the dagger.
"But," the girl tried her best to smile:
"It's going to hurt."
She raised her hand and covered Tormund's face.
Tormund struggled wildly, but the girl's hand seemed to be tightly wrapped around his.
He could only sigh, close his eyes and wait for death.
At this moment.
The fair-skinned boy and the burly young man, including the naked girl covered in blood, raised their heads at the same time and looked at the sky above them.
The three people showed different expressions.
The bloody girl let go of Tormund, and walked back to the other two people step by step.
Tormund gasped, and after escaping his life, he looked to the sky in confusion, but saw nothing.
But soon, he no longer had any doubts.
From the endless clouds behind the setting sun, there was a low but sensational sound of thunder.
"Roar--"
The thunder became louder and louder, almost resonating with the air, echoing between heaven and earth!
"Ho-ho--!"
The troops fighting on the battlefield almost all stopped their weapons in surprise.
"Ho-ho-ho-ho!"
Even the ground began to be shaken by this thunder!
"B! What is this..." The fair-skinned boy touched his hair, showing confusion.
The burly young man did not answer, as if he was deep in thought about something.
Above the clouds, the red light of the setting sun was suddenly covered by a thick layer of black shadow.
The shadow expanded rapidly.
Until the entire cloud layer covers the sky and the earth.
The sun is blocked.
The world became dark.
"Ho-ho--!"
Along with the thunder, there was also a strange and irregular sound of wind.
"Push-hoo-pu-hoo-"
In the darkness, Tormund watched all this blankly.
The bloody girl frowned.
The fair-skinned boy looked at the burly young man and urged: "B! What on earth is that?"
The burly young man turned his head, showing a solemn expression.