The sky was getting darker and darker, and the setting sun was slowly sinking into the depths of the endless sea. The setting sun seemed to evaporate the surrounding water vapor, causing the clouds to become distorted. In the little female dragon's golden pupils, it was a huge fireball that was sinking under the sea, surrounded by a circle of green jade.
The noisy sound of people and dogs barking came to her ears through the bushes not far away. If it were any other time, she would only need to release a little bit of her aura to make the hounds whine and crawl on the ground, not daring to move an inch. But at this moment, she could not, because the pursuers would also immediately find her hiding here.
But even if she did not move, it was only a matter of time before she was discovered.
This made Aloz feel a sense of despair. Her body was covered with large and small wounds, some of which had even turned into pus. Her originally bright and beautiful golden pupils were now dim, as if they would dissipate at any time. Although those wounds were not all the masterpieces of those humans, especially the deepest ones, which looked like they were torn by claws, the flesh rolled, and the wounds turned white.
The hounds finally smelled the strong smell of blood in this direction, and the barking sound was getting closer and closer. Not long after, there was a rustling sound in the bushes not far away, and a few hounds came out from under the grass, baring their teeth, and bumped into Aloz.
These beasts also faintly felt that Aloz had an aura that made them uneasy, and dared not come closer at a certain distance, only barking at the little female dragon.
"Get out of my way!"
Aloz raised her hand, and a Moon Arc swept between the hounds, and the heads of several hounds flew high into the air. The remaining hounds whimpered in fear and turned around to leave.
Aloz knew that she had been exposed, and stood up with the support of the small tree behind her, intending to continue to escape into the depths of the valley. But just as she turned around, there was a sharp whistling sound behind her, and a pain in her shoulder. The huge force caused her to stagger forward and almost fall to the ground.
Aloz's vision went dark. She gritted her teeth and looked back, only to see a crossbow bolt stuck in her left shoulder. The bolt cut through the muscles between the shoulder blade and drilled into it. If it was an ordinary person's left hand, it would probably be crippled. But she was a dragon, and this injury could only be considered a minor injury to her.
The real threat came from the deep wounds on her body and the excessive loss of blood. If she was at her peak, these humans would not be a threat to her at all. Unfortunately, there were no ifs in this world. Aloz saw the humans with torches, spears and crossbows surrounding her, and suddenly a deep sadness welled up in her heart.
"You damned heathens, how dare you attack the dragon. One day, the wrath of revenge will descend upon you, and you and your master will be torn to pieces!" Aloz growled angrily.
"Revenge … Hahaha!" The heretic laughed arrogantly.
"The dragon race is finished, little beauty." A gloomy voice came from the crowd. The voice sneered, "Otherwise, how would you have fallen to this state? Indeed, I admit that Giant Dragons have a noble Golden Bloodline, but unfortunately, the more noble your bloodline is, the greater your value as a sacrifice will be. Your blood, life, and soul will all belong to the supreme Lord of Purgatory! "
"Dream on, Denuke. Even if I die, I will not let you have your way!" Aloz showed her sharp teeth and said angrily.
"Unfortunately, the vitality of dragons is too strong. In your current state, even if you commit suicide, you will not be able to do it. How sad, you can't even maintain your dragon form, why are you forcing yourself here?"
A gloomy middle-aged man walked out from behind the crowd. He was wearing a brown-gold sheep-headed robe. It was the master of Hardland, Denuke.
He gestured to the guards on the side and pointed at Aloz. "Tie her up, be careful, don't touch her. She's a sacrifice to Lord Akentu. If she loses a single hair, I'll have your heads rolling."
A few heretics immediately came forward with ropes.
Aloz's golden eyes lit up slightly. She opened her mouth and suddenly a few trembling sounds came from the depths of her throat, "Srak — an — dot!"
A silver shockwave swept out with her as the center, sweeping towards the heretics who were close to her. The heretics did not have time to react before they were blown away. Before their bodies landed on the ground, they had already exploded in mid-air.
The shockwave continued to move forward and continued to sweep towards Denuke who was blocking its path. Denuke's expression changed drastically. He raised his hand and a black crystal ring on his right index finger shone brightly. Almost at the same time, a black ball of light opened and enveloped him.
The moment the ball of light opened, it collided with the silver shockwave. The surface of the ball of light fluctuated violently, and the silver shockwave finally disappeared. Even so, the shockwave's aftermath still passed through the ball of light and swept towards Denuke's chest. The latter groaned and his face turned pale. At least he did not end up like his subordinates.
The moment Denuke flashed the ring, Aloz closed her eyes in despair. Her long-planned attack did not manage to kill this despicable human. Could it be that the dragons were really abandoned by their creator and majestic father?
"Phyllopha … I'm sorry …"
A drop of golden tear slid down Aloz's cheek.
"String Magic!" Denuke roared. In this world, among the pure destructive magic, only String Magic had such power. He knew very well that he had walked back and forth from the gates of hell. If he did not have the Ring of Absolute Protection on his hand, that attack would have been enough to make him follow in the footsteps of his subordinates.
But the Ring of Absolute Protection was so precious and could only be used once. It could be said that it was equivalent to a second life. He never dreamed that he would waste it in such a place. Denuke was furious. Without thinking, he pulled out his sword and stabbed towards Aloz. He knew very well that the vitality of dragons was tenacious. One or two stabs would not be fatal, but at least he could make this damned woman suffer a little.
And she was so weak, she was definitely not a match for him.
He raised his sword, but Aloz did not seem to hear him. At this moment, her mind was drifting. What she saw was not the gleaming blade in Denuke's hand, but the nightmarish memories and scenes that tormented her day and night, repeatedly replaying in front of her eyes.
The monsters that covered the sky, the tragic war, and the huge, terrifying black sphere behind the clouds. She saw Phyllopha knocking her away and flying into the sphere without hesitation, looking at her with a resolute and farewell gaze.
Birth, war, and death.
It was as if this was the life of a dragon.
Aloz knew that Denuke would not kill her here, but it did not make a difference. It was just a matter of time. After losing the protection of the Dragon God, all the dragons had become wandering ghosts in the Wohnde.
The Golden Bloodline had fallen. From now on, there would no longer be such a proud and powerful creature in the Wohnde.
She quietly waited for the tearing pain of the blade piercing into her body.
But after waiting for a long time, there was no reaction.
Instead, a gurgling sound reached her ears. The sound was like the murmurs of a human being due to extreme fear.
"Am I hallucinating?"
Aloz was slightly stunned.
She hesitated for a moment before opening one of her eyes slightly.
She first saw Denuke, the master of Hardland, holding a long sword. The tip of the sword was pointed at her chest, less than an inch away.
However, this one inch of distance had become a natural moat.
Denuke's face was red, but no matter if he moved forward or backward, he could not make the sword waver. Then he was horrified to find that even letting go had become an extravagant hope.
Every inch of space around his body seemed to be completely locked. Other than his thoughts, he could not move at all.
"This … this is …"
He maintained his last movement before this, and even his body was suspended in mid-air. The expression on his face changed from anger to shock, and then from shock to fear. Because he could not speak, a gurgling sound finally came out from the depths of his throat.
As a master of the Elemental Enlightenment, Denuke quickly understood what he was facing.
The Extreme Plains, the Law of Space and Time.
Then he saw the figure standing behind Aloz.
A young man, holding a half-elf girl's hand.
What kind of combination was this?
This was Denuke's last thought.
"You can't kill me, I am Lord Akentu's servant —" He suddenly seemed to have broken free from the restraints of space and screamed. But what awaited him was a dark golden sword.
The blade pierced through his throat. Denuke's eyes widened, and he could only watch his dirty blood spurt out.
Aloz turned her head back in a daze.
But when the little female dragon saw the hand holding the sword, and saw the owner of the hand holding the sword, she seemed to be stunned, as if she was in a dream.
And Denuke's subordinates, the Sheep Head Disciples, seemed to have gone crazy when they saw this scene. They all pulled out their weapons and roared as they rushed towards Brando.
"Brando, be careful, there is Akentu's Adorer among them!"
Aloz's memory of Brando's strength was still on the battlefield of Ampere Seale.
But she immediately saw Brando slowly pull out the sword from Denuke's throat. The dark golden blade, with golden-red cracks on the ridge of the sword.
She suddenly opened her mouth wide.
Because she knew this sword.
This sword had many names, but only one belonged to Cruz.
Flaming Blade, Oderfeiss.
Brando raised the sword, from left to right, and gently slashed.
A bright golden line, from left to right, extended from the waist of all the Sheep Head Disciples.
"The name of the sword, Oderfeiss, the Kingdom of Flames —"
The golden line suddenly separated, and then flames rose.
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