The little princess raised her hand and pushed aside the sickle-like claws. Then she stepped forward and looked up at the behemoth that had completely lost its vitality. She pressed her hand against its abdomen and gave it a gentle push. The latter collapsed backward like a golden mountain, turning into fine crystalline fragments on the ground. Like cards that had been pushed aside, they scattered with a crash.
Metisha was stunned. She probably did not expect this thing to be so fragile. The strength that the latter had shown in the previous battle was at the peak of Elemental Activation. It should not have dissipated with just a touch.
She bent down and picked up one of the fragments. The fragment had hundreds of facets and exuded a magnificent brilliance in her hand, as if it was a perfect masterpiece polished by the most skilled craftsman.
She looked at the fragment thoughtfully. This was obviously not a natural product. The crystal cluster did not look like some kind of creature, but more like a fighting machine blended together by magic.
Screams and cries could be heard coming from outside the arched corridor. Countless meteorites were falling to the ground, causing the earth to tremble. Screams and cries could be heard coming from the inner city. From time to time, explosions could be seen coming from that direction, illuminating the walls on one side of the arched corridor.
Medissa threw away the shard in her hand and turned back to look at the White Rose Garden. The pool in the center of the garden was now a deep hole. More and more crystals were crawling up from the bottom. They were densely packed like a swarm of beetles.
At this moment, Charles happened to run out of the hall. When he saw this scene, he cursed inwardly.
"Metisha, are you all right?" He shouted.
"I'm fine, Mr. The Shire, but we have to retreat first," the little princess shook her head and said to him, "These things will soon flood in and retreat into the underground passage."
"What is this?"
"It should be a crystal cluster."
"Is that the thing that Sir Lord once told us about?"
Metisha nodded.
She quickly walked back to the other side of the arcade and came to The Shire's side. She picked up the royal butler who had been scared out of his wits and dragged him by the collar as they passed by The Shire.
"What about the Lord?" The Shire asked as the little Silver Elf Princess passed by him.
"Whatever Sir Lord wants us to do, we will do it." Metisha replied.
"No problem?"
"No problem, Mr. The Shire —"
"Do you know something?" The Shire asked.
Metisha paused for a moment before nodding. "Sir Lord used a card from me, but did not respond to my inquiry."
"Aren't you worried about him?"
"I'm worried, Mr. The Shire, but His Lordship has his own decisions. Before everything is clear, we must obey orders first."
But she paused and continued, "But maybe you can ask Scarlet."
"Can I?"
"Sir Lord didn't stop us from understanding the situation, did he?" Metisha replied.
The Shire could not hide his surprise as he looked at her. "I've always thought that you're a steady person, little princess."
Metisha smiled. "You want to say old-fashioned, Mr. The Shire."
"I wouldn't dare. How can I use such a word to describe a lady?"
"As a soldier, obedience is natural, but we can't be completely inflexible. But compared to that, it's more important to not cause trouble for His Lordship." She replied somewhat seriously.
"Of course I understand that," Ciel nodded, but then he praised from the bottom of his heart: "But your performance is really better than I expected, Miss Medissa. There are many details that even I didn't think of in the first place."
"You flatter me, Mr. The Shire." Metisha showed a humble expression.
"Then it's a deal, Mr. The Shire. You go find Miss Scarlet, and I'll organize the defense." She lifted the collar of the royal butler. "Leave this gentleman to me. He has seen these crystal clusters before. With his help, I'll have a much easier time."
The Shire nodded. He knew that Metisha was once the commander-in-chief of Lin Ge's guards. When it came to formations, no one here could compare to her.
But just as Metisha was about to leave, the Shire suddenly called out to her. "Wait."
"What's wrong?" Metisha turned back again.
"Look over there —"
The Shire pointed outside the arcade.
In the direction he was pointing at, the large floor-to-ceiling arched windows on one side of the arcade had long been shattered. The thick carpet was scattered with sparkling glass shards, and the torn curtains were dancing fiercely in the storm like ghosts.
Through the empty window frame, one could see the scenery in the Garden of the White Rose. Although it was no longer a scenery, there was only a huge pit about five to six meters deep. An endless stream of crystal clusters were crawling out from the bottom of the pit. But they did not attack St. Kontipe Palace as Metisha had expected. Instead, they wandered aimlessly in the courtyard.
"Are these really Dusk species?" The Shire turned his head and asked.
Medissa furrowed her beautiful brows as she watched this scene.
The world did not know much about the Dusk species. Among them, the most familiar was the Calamity of Wolves. They were very different from the usual magical creatures. Their biggest characteristics were that they were organized and had a purpose. The Calamity of Wolves came to the world to destroy civilization. They would gather in the wilderness and attack cities, villages, and temples where the Fire Seed was placed. They would not stop until they achieved their goal.
Brando had told them about the crystal clusters and the Noh species. Among them, the crystal clusters had fought the Earth Legion outside the elemental barrier when the Miirnas ruled Wohnde. There was no doubt that they were Dusk species. But their current behavior was somewhat inconsistent with what they knew.
"They look like normal magical creatures." Metisha shook her head. "But normal magical creatures would not suddenly appear at this time. They might be trying to confuse us. But no matter what, we should deal with the changes by sticking to the status quo, Mr. The Shire."
"You're right. But I think there might be another possibility." The Shire suddenly said thoughtfully.
"What possibility?"
"Why do you think the Calamity of Wolves swept across the land? Who ordered them to attack civilization and order?"
"Alpha Échis," Metisha replied without thinking. "After she fell asleep, it was her daughters."
"You're right. If it weren't for them, the wolves would not have gathered. When they were searching for food in the Dark Forest, their behavior was actually no different from normal magical creatures."
"Mr. The Shire, you mean —" Metisha's eyes lit up.
"Yes. Who ordered these crystal clusters? As far as I know, the crystal clusters do not have a real leader. They are just the war weapons of the Twilight Dragon. If the Twilight Dragon can't order them, what will they become? Perhaps they will be similar to what they are now. "
"… The Twilight Dragon can't order them. Why?"
"I don't know. Maybe it has something to do with the changes that are happening outside the elemental barrier." The Shire replied. "I have a faint hunch that my lord may know more about this than we do. Perhaps he is personally involved."
The little princess's eyes flashed slightly.
She looked at The Shire and said, "Then please be sure to find Miss Scarlet as soon as possible, Mr. The Shire."
"I naturally understand."
The Shire nodded again.
… …
At this moment, an earth-shattering upheaval was indeed happening in the elemental world.
Air, water, fire, and earth all returned to chaos.
The origin of the elements was stripped from the cornerstone of the world and suspended in the air above this chaotic world. Other than that, this world was empty. There was no matter, no color, as if it was a void, gray and misty.
In this boundless world, there were only two people.
Two women.
The Dragon Queen looked down at the girl who was bound in a black cocoon by the elements. Her expression was cold, and on her serious face, black mist constantly rose from the cracked wound. She was wearing a black robe. Although this scene was strange, it did not reduce her sacred aura.
Success was close at hand.
No matter how many people were sacrificed.
Even if they had to give up their lives.
She would not hesitate.
Gwendolyn looked at the Merchant Lady who had her eyes tightly closed. Her prismatic pupils did not seem to see a country girl from Bucce, but the mortal enemy of civilization, the existence that would bring destruction to Wohnde in the prophecy.
It was the Twilight Dragon.
Roman suddenly opened her eyes. Under her eyelids, there was only a strange darkness in her eyes. There seemed to be a whirlpool that was slowly rotating, as if it could suck people's minds into it.
The Dragon Queen looked at the pair of eyes. She saw the passing of life and the extinguishing of order in the dark vortex. After all things died, only endless darkness and chaos was left.
The 'Merchant Lady' looked at this world for a moment and suddenly said, "This is the elemental plane. This is the first time I've seen it from the inside. I didn't expect you to be able to make such preparations when 'they' have already left. As a reward, I will let you die without pain."
"This is indeed where you will be buried." The Dragon Queen replied coldly.
The 'Roman' looked around and shook her head, "You took the foundation of the elemental world to bind me. Are you not afraid that your world will collapse? That's Wohnde, right? This name should be the only word passed down from the previous era."
"Wohnde is only a corner of it."
"But it is also the most important corner. The importance of the elemental barrier to your world is self-evident. Without it, can the Law of Tiamat still protect you?"
The 'Merchant Lady' did not seem to notice Gwendolyn's malice. She pretended to be curious, but it was not difficult to hear the contempt in her curiosity.
"You underestimate the adaptability of our civilization."
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