It was night, and a flapping of wings descended from the high sky.
The residents of Gunuo City were still sleeping soundly, but the endless ringing of bells suddenly sounded in the city, and the sound of horns drowned out the sound. Elite soldiers quickly picked up their weapons, climbed onto the city wall, and prepared to fight.
In the late autumn night, the noisy cries of crows were suppressed like thick dark clouds. These birds with gray-black wings covered the night sky, and the pupils of their eyes glowed with a deep purple shimmer, like thousands of birds in the dark sky.
The ghostly fire moved around, staring at the city under the night with strange eyes.
"Fire!" The sergeants began to instruct the soldiers to fire, but they were unable to kill these cold howling crows flying in the air.
Suddenly, as if receiving some order, these crows began to flap their wings in a strangely neat rhythm, and then circled in the sky, forming a giant purple vortex in the sky.
It was as if the cold wind from the abyss of hell spread down from the sky and blew towards the city. This kind of wind penetrated the walls and eaves. Even if you were hiding in a tight bed, you could not escape it, making hundreds of thousands of people below shivering.
trembling.
The lights in the city began to go out one by one, whether it was the oil lamp in front of the bed, the street lamp, the lantern in the hands of pedestrians, or the burning brazier on the city wall...
The lights on the ground seemed to be swallowed up by invisible black monsters, until the earth became as dark as the sky, and the only sound in the world was the flapping wings of the sky.
In this rotating vortex, a vague eye began to emerge, and a huge and nameless fear rose in everyone's heart. This eye seemed to freeze the body, and it had no secrets anymore. Everything was nakedly exposed to this reality.
In his eyes, he accepted the sentence of doom.
The world is quiet and silent.
Time seemed to have passed for hundreds of years, but it seemed like only a moment. When the people on the earth felt as if their minds were frozen, a melodious flute broke through the silence and sounded in the dark night.
Then in everyone's eyes, a figure in a white dress slowly rose up.
Emerald butterfly wings gradually formed on the back. As the girl flew, tiny particles of light sprinkled down, dotting the oppressive sky.
The eye in the sky turned accordingly, staring closely at the figure that was slowly taking off.
In a corner that is difficult for ordinary people to detect, the wings on the girl's back began to glow with a gray-white luster, like a rock, but it was quickly washed away by the emerald green brilliance and restored again, and so on, gray-white and emerald green flickered on the edges of the wings.
A sense of danger and vulnerability spreads.
Flying in mid-air, the wings behind Lorraine Hill became heavier and heavier, like a boulder, and his body seemed to stiffen a lot, and his thinking was interrupted for a few microseconds from time to time. There was an illusion that it might stop at any time.
Before she even saw the enemy, she was already on the verge of defeat.
However, everything was not over yet. After the girl appeared, the flying crows in the sky stopped again, flapped their wings on the spot, and then swooped down from the sky like arrows.
Purple meteors streaked across the sky one after another, and their momentum was so dense that almost the entire sky was completely dyed purple.
Under the influence of special magic power, these crows' bodies gradually became insubstantial, and finally turned into fleeting streams of light, piercing the girl in the sky with unstoppable momentum.
The girl in the sky seemed to be frozen, her wings all turned gray, countless purple meteors pierced her body, and thousands of streams of light tore her body apart, then poured out from the front of her body.
The scene was like a giant funnel appearing in the sky, and these purple meteors were like high-speed grains of sand, passing through the tiny pure white node in the middle and swarming out downwards.
The dense meteors tearing apart the soul seemed endless, throwing up and down the delicate body in the sky like a broken doll.
'No...' On the ground below, Gweir was wearing thin clothes and staring at the sky, feeling a little cold in the palms of her hands.
Could this be the true hidden strength of the empire? It was so terrifying that she couldn't even detect where the other party was or what level it was.
In the sky, the Sequence 6 Miss Jialan died tragically on the spot. Is this the fate that all of us are about to face?
In the dark pupils, the tiny white shadows flickered up and down from time to time, and everyone's hearts began to sink to the bottom.
A tall, strong man holding an ax roared on the ground, but he could not make any sound, as if he was swallowed by invisible darkness.
In a corner of the military camp, a man wearing glasses directed everyone to pull out the artillery, but it could never ignite any flames, and it was difficult for a spark to appear in the dark night.
All beautiful beliefs are easily shattered in the face of the cold reality, leaving people suffocated by boundless despair.
Everything in his consciousness was so chaotic that Lorraine Hill couldn't even perceive his own existence.
who I am?
Pictures flashed by at high speed. They were unrelated and fragmented. Among them were high-rise buildings, the boundless starry sky, a desk on a dusky night, a shadow running in the fields, and a lost walk.
Lonely back view on the street.
The characters in the picture are all different, and their identities are also very different. There are lonely workers in the city, ignorant students in school, children walking on country roads, girls flying in the forest, and in bustling schools.
Students in class, and an Oriental girl weaving bracelets by the fire.
The memory seems to have been disrupted, and the soul has been torn into countless pieces, forming a mottled and messy puzzle, making it difficult to see the original appearance.
The eyes of the young girl in the sky slowly lost their luster and fell slowly, like broken feathers.
Looking at the lonely white chess piece on the chessboard, Tidais closed her eyes slightly and prayed silently in her heart.
This is the first time she has prayed since Dorothy died hundreds of years ago. She is a witch and does not believe in gods, but even a witch has fragility and powerlessness that she has to face.
Although the witches maintain peace on the surface today, the hatred and conflicts in the past are still unresolved. The witches of the new and old eras have different concepts, and they cannot recognize each other just by relying on words.
Since the death of Atatis, no one has been able to unite all the witches. Now Lorraine Hill's attempt can be described as an adventure, but the witches on the opposite side are indeed stubborn and ruthless.
If the newly born witch cannot survive this test, then everything in the past will be repeated, and the two sides will face each other coldly, with no chance of reconciliation.
'Whether it's the sun or the moon, since it's you who created us witches, then please bless that girl. It's already such a sad and cold situation, and let me have a sweet dream.'
In the pitch-black night sky, the girl fell slowly, her cyan hair losing its color and returning to pale silver.
Then, a purple-red apple slowly appeared in front of him.