Soft claws slowly fell on the stone floor, the pads of flesh under the soles of her feet were squeezed out of shape. Then, her four sharp nails lightly tapped the ground one after another, her silver fur spread out in the opposite direction of her muscles.
A silver beast gracefully stepped out from the darkness.
Darkness Ko Hua lightly propped herself up and jumped down from its back. Her long black hair fluttered in the wind like silk. She turned back to look at the small Holy Church that was obscured in the darkness.
"This is truly the most interesting human I've ever seen. Unfortunately, his understanding of our world is still too little, he didn't understand that the moment had already arrived, and he still fell for it"
"He's a good person" The silver wolf actually spoke. The girl's voice was like a string of silver bells falling on the ground, tinkling loudly.
"Perhaps, but this era doesn't matter if it's good or bad"
"Sister" the wolf shook her head, "Can't we just stay away from the war and ignore the affairs of the world? Do you still remember what we promised Lord Milos?"
Darkness Ko Hua reached out her hand and lightly stroked the wolf's cheek, staring straight into her green eyes that were filled with compassion: "But this isn't up to us to choose, it's back, my dear sister, listen — —"
The wolf remained silent, her green eyes were as calm as ice.
Darkness Ko Hua closed her eyes and answered: "The long sound of a horn resounded between the dark clouds, the darkness surged and spread, blocking out the moonlight. They howled, they ran, they came to this world …"
The girl's voice was so gentle and melodious, like a poem and song that bloomed in a dark and deep world.
But the scene it described was so chilling, dark and cruel, despairing and bleak, like the howling wind from the north that froze everything in the world.
Two disciples of the Secret Society wearing black robes walked out from around the corner, surprised to see the strange combination of a wolf and a girl. They couldn't help but stop and look at them.
The girl opened her eyes.
She was smiling, her clear eyes were filled with the color of knowing everything.
"Very well" she spoke: "Seeing how he took care of you, and for the sake of these blood crystals, I'll help him one last time"
"Let the mortals see how dusk descends —"
The two Secret Society cultists, who were at a loss, finally reacted. They looked at each other warily and drew their shining longswords from under their robes. "Who is it?"
Dark Ko Hua completely ignored them, as if there was only dust in front of him.
She quietly took a step forward and craned her neck slightly. Her eyes reflected the brilliance of the silver moon, as if she saw the longing and piety of her hometown.
Her bare feet were on the ground, and her five fingers were tightly clasped together. Not a speck of dust could be seen on them.
She opened her mouth slightly, revealing her sharp white fangs. At this moment, time seemed to have stopped. The eyes of the two Secret Society cultists clearly reflected an elegant creature howling at the moon. Meanwhile, the girl had already raised her head and let out a wild cry from the depths of her heart.
"Wu wu wu —"
"Wu wu wu —"
A drop of water fell from the flow of time, passing through the long river of fate, breaking through the shackles of the laws and landing on the surface of this world.
Amidst the ruins of the Queen's District, a humanoid insect covered in armor suddenly stopped. It turned its head and looked at the sky with complicated compound eyes.
The dark clouds were churning — —
A black veil passed through the flawless moonlight, piece by piece. The gigantic silver moon was losing a corner, then degenerating into a string, then half of it, then a string, until only a broken hook was left, until it was swallowed by the darkness. In the dark night sky, only a circle of silver thread was left.
A low whimper echoed in the sky, like the sound of a horn, resounding for thousands of miles. It was low and heavy, sweeping across the land. The sound gradually became one, forming rolling thunder, as if countless evil spirits were galloping above the dark clouds.
"Wu wu wu — —"
Thousands of years later, people once again saw the scene of a pack of wolves galloping in the sky.
The two Secret Society cultists were stunned. They looked around, not knowing what to do. They had declared that they would destroy this decaying world, but when the apocalypse truly arrived, there was no joy in their hearts. Only despair rose in their hearts, and their eyes were filled with darkness.
The galloping black fog passed through their bodies. With a crack, the two of them were lifted up unnaturally, as if they were picked up by a giant beast. Their bodies were snapped in half, as if countless sharp teeth had torn their flesh apart, throwing them high up into the sky. Blood rained down like rain.
The pitch-black giant wolves were galloping in the fog. Sometimes they turned into solid form, sometimes they turned into mist.
"Wu wu wu — —"
"Wu wu wu — —"
From all directions, countless voices echoed the long howls of the young girl Ko Hua.
They were wolves.
Walking before the dusk of the Wohnde.
… …
Between the mountains and forests of the Loop of Trade Winds, there was an ancient dreamland. It turned into an invisible force and walked on the mountains and forests, recalling and repeating the past. It was like an ancient will that was immersed in the bizarre past.
Above the Misty Forest, the Ancestral Divine Beast weaved by the fog slowly stopped. Its twelve heads above the clouds turned around and looked at this familiar land.
Thousands of years.
Thousands of years.
It remembered a group of elves passing by here. It met a strange wizard. It met a Knight who dared to bargain with it. There was also a sneaky fellow, a little fellow that it did not care about, a woman, and another woman.
Many memories of the past appeared in this dreamland.
Then, the giant beast's body began to become illusory, as if the wind was blowing the clouds, and the fog was dispersing. The twelve heads of the Ancestral God Beast gradually faded above the clouds, and finally turned into a few wisps of smoke, lying across the sky.
That invisible and majestic power.
It completely disappeared from the Misty Forest.
"Dong — —"
Far away from the Black Forest, in the Abies Territory, all the Senia people felt their hearts thump heavily, as if something important was happening. Countless people woke up from their dreams.
They put on their clothes and rushed out, only to see the girl who usually taught them and acted as the village's healer standing in the middle of the village.
"Miss Sophie!"
"Everyone, please stop." The girl turned around. Her face under the snow-white hood looked particularly sacred at this moment: "Please remember my words, and firmly follow the footsteps of your Lord."
"Only he can save all of this — —"
She stretched out her hand, and the world of dreams spread out from under her feet. It was an independent world. Its name was Bunosson, the country of the North Wind.
A great will stopped at the other side of this world.
In the Misty Valley.
The heavy fog seemed to be given life and surged. Behind the fog, a huge eyelid was slowly opening, revealing a cold and beautiful pupil.
That emerald green penetrated the heart.
"Martha — —"
A low voice muttered to itself.
The mountains rumbled.
Above the sea of trees, the Elves and Druids were shocked to see the weather of the Loop of Trade Winds changing drastically. The ring of clouds disappeared, the mountains of Valhalla collapsed, and a huge beast shook its hair and slowly stood up from the rubble.
This elegant creature seemed to have walked down from the legends. It raised its head and howled at the moon. Its four feet stepped on the peninsula, its huge body connecting the sky and the earth.
She had a name in the most distant legends and myths.
The Gods called her Échis.
After the wolves.
… …
The bishop's face had completely changed.
The crystal in front of him was turning to dust, which meant that he had lost control of half of Lushta. He thought this was just a small revenge, but in just ten minutes, his confidence was completely shattered.
"How did they do it!"
"How did they do it!?"
The disciples were also in a state of chaos and disorder. This was the scene before the end of the world, but how could so many things just happen to coincide together?
"Bishop, we have to think of a way!"
"What else can we do? What else can we do!? "The bishop clenched his fists, his nails almost digging into his flesh. He screamed," There's no other way! We can only speed up the ritual! "
"But then we can't summon the complete form." The people behind him changed their faces.
"It's too late."
The bishop's face was frighteningly pale. This sudden turn of events had completely messed up his plans. He finally figured out who the other party was, but never in his wildest dreams did he expect the revenge of a mere noble from Aouine to be so terrifying.
He regretted it. If he had known, he would have been more careful. Although the Dragon Queen's orders had to be completed, at least … it could have been more secretive and perfect.
However, the only regret in this world was the bitter aftertaste. There was no chance to start over.
"Even if it's not complete …" The bishop clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "It's enough — —"
He stared at the silver line in the dark night sky. It was a spectacular scene formed by two moons superimposed on each other, but the first moon was as black as ink, as if it was just a shadow.
"Dusk, dusk, no, dusk … is nothing more than this."
This was the plan of the Tree Herders for thousands of years. They had to succeed.
Ever since they broke with the Ring of the World, they had been implementing their own ideas. The Truth Theory, the World Tree Organization, the Earth Army, and the Arbiters were all useless.
Time and time again, the God's citizens failed.
Only they could save everything. Born from withering and ashes, the balance between everything and nature was cruel and fragile — —
Wasn't this the creed of the Druids?
…
"We have to report back to Her Majesty — —"
Kasseter's words stopped abruptly.
He saw a silver light that seemed to come from the distant sky.
The rioters were pushing and shoving each other back. A blood-red Son of the Evil God was torn to pieces by the black fog that filled the sky. Within the surging black fog, there were specks of green light that emitted a chilling intent.
"That's a wolf …" His adjutant said in surprise behind him.
"I know." The Knight's mood was far worse than before, "Have you read the Pale Poem?"
"What?"
"Have you read the Pale Poem?" Kasseter turned around fiercely, grabbed the adjutant's collar, and shouted, "Idiot?"
"I … I …" The adjutant was obviously scared out of his wits.
"That's a wolf, do you know?"
"I …"
"The wolf walks before dusk." The Knight's eyes were filled with despair, "The Dusk Dragon is not dead … We're finished …"
The silver light in his eyes was becoming brighter.
The black fog flooded over the refugees' heads like a tide and surged toward the city wall. Countless sharp teeth were hidden in it. When they swept past the soft human bodies, they were like invisible sharp blades, causing waves of blood.
Screams rose one after another.
The soldiers' faces were pale. This kind of war was beyond their imagination.
The Knight pushed his adjutant away, and the latter staggered back. He pulled out his longsword, and the sword flashed like a meteor. "Go down."
"Sir Knight?" The adjutant was stunned.
"Get out!" Kasseter roared, "This is not a place for you to stay!"
"But …"
"No buts." The Knight patted his chest and replied proudly, "I am Kasseter (Lotshere's Knight). I am the vanguard of the Flame King (one of the 120 Knights). This (place) should be my burial place (the place where my sword is folded)."
The ancient words overlapped with each other, as if two voices were echoing on the city wall at the same time.
It was the Oath of Flame.
Everyone seemed to see an illusory figure merging into Kasseter's body. It was as if they saw the 120 Knights on the white plains thousands of years ago, swearing to follow the great figure for life.
"Go down."
Kasseter swung his sword, and a red light screen rose from behind him. The black fog behind him surged, and countless terrifying giant wolves rolled around and gnashed their teeth.
The light screen immediately creaked.
The Knight's face turned pale, "Quick, I can only hold on for a while."
The soldiers were already scared to the point that their legs turned to jelly. They cried and rolled down the stairs. Only the adjutant turned around. He was at least a Knight. At this moment, the courage in his heart overcame the fear of death. Then he also saw a little silver light.
This silver light was no different from the one in the Knight's eyes.
"Why aren't you leaving?" Kasseter roared.
"Sir, that is …"
"Kacha —"
A giant wolf almost the size of a tower bit the light screen behind Kasseter. It opened its dark mouth and bit at the Knight's lower body.
But before it could close its upper jaw, a silver line had already pierced through the back of its head.
The adjutant's mouth was wide open.
One man and one horse, the four hooves of the horse soared into the air. The knight held a long spear, like a ray of silver light, and the long shuttle in his hand was straight forward. The black fog scattered in all directions, and his silver hair was like the passing moonlight, fluttering in the air one by one.
"Thousand Army —"
"— One Strike!"
Metisha's voice echoed over the fortress.
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