A couple of potions appeared in Simones's hand. * Chinese * * novel … *
He quickly loaded the potions into the special crossbow on his left arm.
Bang Bang Bang!
The crossbow was fired repeatedly, firing multiple potions at the swarm of locusts. Before the potions even touched the swarm, they turned into giant fireballs.
Similar to the East Coast mystical ships, the fireballs engulfed the swarm of locusts.
Simones didn't disguise himself as Charles just because of the transformation potion.
The special crossbow on his left arm and the special potion that he concocted were his trump cards.
The frightened crowd felt a little relieved when they saw the swarm of locusts being engulfed by the flames.
However, before they could heave a sigh of relief, the buzzing sounded again.
The locusts had broken through the blockade of the flames!
The flames were ineffective!
Everyone was stunned for a moment before they fell into despair.
This time around, even Simones and the messenger's faces turned ugly.
Simones had used all his trump cards, but none of them were effective.
Although the messenger didn't use any of his trump cards, he knew that if Simones' flames were ineffective against the swarm of locusts, there was nothing he could do.
With an endless bitter smile, the messenger looked at Simones.
"I'm sorry!"
Simones said.
He wasn't just apologizing to the messenger, he was apologizing to everyone else at the scene as well.
Even though he knew it was meaningless to apologize.
Compared to life, any kind of apology was like a feather, without any weight.
But …
It was the only thing he could do.
His apology wasn't completely drowned out by the flapping of the locusts' wings, it was faintly audible.
Some heard it, some didn't.
Those who heard it were in a daze.
Those who didn't felt the same way.
The mystics were no better than commoners when they were about to lose their lives.
They scattered in all directions.
They hoped to find something to use as cover so that they could live a little longer.
Even though everyone knew that it was futile.
Wung Wung Wung!
The swarm of locusts was getting closer.
Some of them chose to face reality at the last moment.
Simones, the messenger, and the others stopped in their tracks and raised their heads to look at the approaching death.
Then …
The buzzing stopped.
The uncountable swarm of locusts disappeared.
A huge, evil monster appeared in the sky. Its arms and legs were twisted and intertwined with each other. Its eyes, which were red in color and emitted seven-colored light, illuminated the night sky.
But the most eye-catching thing was that huge mouth.
It was covered with sharp teeth and was spinning non-stop.
Normally, if they saw such a monster's giant mouth, they would definitely tremble in fear or shudder.
But now!
All the West Coast mystics could do was rejoice.
He was incomparably glad!
The monster was devouring the swarm of locusts.
The swarm of locusts that were unscathed in the face of the scorching flames were completely defenseless against this monstrous mouth. They were instantly chewed up and swallowed.
The West Coast mystics stared blankly at the scene.
"What happened?"
"A miracle?"
The messenger who escaped from death muttered softly.
Amidst the silence, such whispers could be heard clearly.
But no one refuted him.
Because all of them had the same thought.
Some of the younger ones were crying tears of joy.
The older ones heaved a breath of relief, sizing up the monster before them with a more serious gaze.
Even though the monster's appearance was unflattering, since they were just saved, they didn't think the monster was ferocious at all.
Especially when they saw a figure standing on top of the monster's body, a series of gasps sounded one after another.
"The Bird of Death!"
A cry of shock broke the silence at the port.
Simones suddenly looked up at the night sky.
The monster floating under the night sky was twisting its body. Thousands of eyes were twisting, moving its gigantic body.
On top of the biggest and most central eye, which was also the tallest eye of the monster, a figure was standing against the wind.
The night breeze of the West Coast was blowing the crow feathered mantle that was darker than the night.
The fringe in front of his forehead was fluttering uncontrollably.
A familiar face appeared in Simones' sight.
“2567！”
Simones called out softly.
Then, he heaved a breath of relief.
He knew they would win this time.
…
"The Bird of Death!"
Unlike the excited cries of escaping death at the port, the cries on the deck of the East Coast mystical fleet's flagship were filled with fear and gnashing of teeth.
The fear came from Gertrude.
The gnashing of teeth came from Norm.
Gertrude turned his head around and asked in an almost interrogative tone, "Sir Norm, didn't you say that the Bird of Death had gone to Ciaran City and would definitely be left there?"
Why? Why is he here?! "
Given Gertrude's obsequious character of bullying the weak and fearing the strong, it was obvious that he was furious to ask such a question.
In fact, how could Gertrude not be furious?
It was because of Norm's words that he had bet everything he had on this attack on the West Coast.
If he failed, he would lose everything.
This wasn't like before, where an accident happened somewhere and caused him to lose something.
Now, everything was before his eyes!
Everything!
Everything that he had built up for decades would be gone with the wind.
The Bird of Death, the Fiery Devil!
The God of Earth's assistant!
Kieran, who bore all these titles, was not someone he could go against. Gertrude knew it very well.
If he won the war against the West Coast mystical realm, it would be fine. Even if the East Coast mystical realm wanted to save face, they would still protect him.
Even the Bird of Death couldn't do anything to him.
After all, the God of Earth's assistant was just an assistant, not the God of Earth herself.
That was why he dared to instigate and clamor to redeem the East Coast mystical realm's dignity!
However, with the appearance of Kieran, everything was over.
"What the hell is Braid doing?
"Does he think his fight with me is higher than 'that person's' will?"
What an idiot! "
Norm said angrily.
He then glanced over at Gertrude.
The vicious and malicious gaze in his eyes made the agitated Gertrude shiver.
The East Coast mystical individual quickly reacted to the situation.
What would his previous questioning bring him?
Gertrude would be useless now.
He was already on the weaker side, and now that he had lost his last bargaining chip, he had no rights to negotiate with Norm.
His life or death was in Norm's hands.
"I'm sorry, Sir Norm, please forgive my recklessness, I swear to you …"
Gertrude crawled on the ground without a second thought and said in a trembling voice.
"That's enough!
Let's retreat for now! "
Norm waved his hand impatiently.
He really wanted to kill Gertrude right away, but when he thought about the East Coast mystical individuals on the ships around them, he gave up on the idea.
Although they weren't powerful people, they were still good material.
At least they could help him redeem his losses this time.
Once he thought about his losses, Norm's anger rose again.
His calmed breath started to become hurried.
Norm turned around and looked at Kieran further away under the night sky.
He shouted loudly.
“2567！”
This is your luck this time, but next time, I'll make you remember it for the rest of your life! "
His voice traveled across the sea and entered Kieran's ears.
Kieran looked at the East Coast mystical ships leaving at an unimaginably fast speed.
No doubt, this was the reason why Norm dared to challenge him after his failure.
Norm thought Kieran's speed couldn't catch up to the fast ships.
"Fast?
"But are you faster than light?"
Kieran said.
Wung!
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