The soft claws landed soothingly on the stone slab, the flesh pads under the soles of the feet were squeezed and deformed, and then the four sharp nails gently tapped the ground one after another, and the silver hairs stretched out in the opposite direction of the muscles.

A silver beast stepped gracefully out of the darkness.

Dark Kouhua gently pulled it and fell from its back, her long ebony hair fluttering like silk, and she looked back to see that the small temple was obscure in the darkness.

"This is the most interesting human person I've ever seen, but unfortunately, he still knows too little about our world, and he doesn't understand that the moment has come, and this person is still fooled after all."

"He's a good guy." The silver giant wolf actually spoke, and the girl's voice jingled like a string of silver bells falling to the ground.

"Perhaps, but this era is both good and bad."

"Sister," the giant wolf shook his head, "can't we just stay away from the war and not ask about the world, do you remember how we promised Milos?" ”

Dark Kouhua stretched out his hand, gently stroked the giant wolf's cheek, and met its compassionate emerald green eyes, "But it's not up to us to choose, it's back, my dear sister, listen—"

The giant wolf was silent, and his emerald green eyes were as calm as ice.

Dark Kou Hua closed his eyes and replied, "There was a long sound of trumpets among the dark clouds, and the darkness churned and spread, obscuring the moonlight, and they howled and ran wildly, and came to this world......"

The girl's voice is so tactful and melodious, like a poem and song blooming in a dark and deep world.

But the scene it describes is so cold to the bone, dark and cruel, desperate and bleak, as if the north wind is howling, freezing everything in the world.

Two Esoteric Cultists in pitch-black robes stepped out of the corner. Stunned, they met the strange combination of this giant wolf and a young girl, and they couldn't help but subconsciously stop and look this way.

The girl opened her eyes.

She was smiling, her black and white eyes full of color.

"Well," she began, "for his care of you, and for the sake of the face of these Blood Crystals." I helped him one last time. ”

"Let the mortals see how the twilight comes—"

Only then did the two secret cultists who were a little at a loss react, glanced at each other vigilantly, and pulled out their shiny long swords from under their robes: "What person?" ”

Dark Kouhua didn't pay any attention to them, as if there was nothing but dust in front of him.

She quietly took a step forward, slightly necked, her eyes reflecting the brilliance of the silver moon, as if she saw the nostalgia and piety of her hometown.

** The toes are on the ground, and the five fingers are clasped together. White without a trace of dust.

She opened her mouth slightly, revealing her snow-white sharp canine teeth, and at this moment, time seemed to freeze, and the eyes of the two secret cultists clearly reflected an elegant creature that was facing the moon and howling, and the girl had already raised her head, and let out a wild cry from the depths of her heart—

"Woo-woo-"

"Woo-woo-"

A drop of water falls off the trickle of time and goes down through the long river of fate. Broke through the shackles of the law and fell on the surface of this world.

Between the ruins of the Queen's Quarter. A humanoid insect covered in armor suddenly stopped, and it turned its head to look in the direction of the sky with its complex compound eyes.

The clouds are churning –

The black light veil pierced through the flawless moonlight, one after the other, and the huge silver moon was losing a corner and then degrading to Zhang Xian. Half of it was missing, and it was down, and in the end there was only a remnant of the hook, until it was swallowed up by darkness, and the night sky was pitch black. Leave only one loop of silver thread.

A low whimper echoed in the sky, as if a trumpet was sounding for a long time, resounding for thousands of miles, low and low, sweeping in. The voices gradually joined together, forming a rolling thunder, like countless evil spirits rushing above the dark clouds, roaring and playing.

"Woo-woo-"

Thousands of years later, wolves were seen running through the sky again.

The two Secret Cultists were already stunned, they looked around in bewilderment, they kept saying that they wanted to destroy the decaying world of Miè, but they really faced the moment when the end came, but there was no ecstasy in their hearts, only despair rising, and darkness in their eyes.

The galloping black mist passed through their bodies, and with a click, the two of them seemed to be picked up by a giant beast, and their bodies were unnaturally raised, breaking in half, as if countless sharp teeth had torn their flesh and blood, throwing them high, and blood rained.

Giant black wolves were running wild in the fog, sometimes turning into entities, sometimes blurring into a diffuse mist.

"Woo-woo-"

"Woo-woo-"

In all directions, countless voices echoed the long howl of the girl Kou Hua.

They are wolves.

Walk before the twilight of Vaughnde.

……

Between the mountains and the vast jungle of the Ring of Trade Winds, lies an ancient dream, which turns into an invisible force and walks on the mountains and forests, constantly looking back and repeating, like an ancient will, indulging in the bizarre past.

Above the Misty Forest, the Ancestral Divine Beast woven of mist was slowly coming to a halt, its twelve heads above the clouds turning its head and staring at this familiar land.

Millennia.

For thousands of years.

It remembered a group of elves walking by, it had met a strange wizard, it had met a knight who dared to bargain, and a sneaky fellow, a little one it didn't care much about, a woman, another woman.

Many memories of the past are reproduced in this dream.

Then the body of this giant beast began to become ethereal, as if the wind was blowing the clouds, and the fog also dispersed, and the twelve songs of the ancestral beast gradually faded above the clouds, and finally turned into a few wisps of smoke, lying across the sky.

The invisible and majestic power.

Completely disappeared from the Misty Forest.

"Boom-"

Far away in the Black Forest, in the fir realm, all the Senians felt their hearts skip a beat, as if something important was happening invisibly, and countless people woke up from their sleep.

They put on their clothes and rushed out the door, only to see the girl standing in the middle of the village, who had been teaching them and working as a therapist for the village.

"Miss Sophia!"

"Everyone, please stop." The girl turned her head, and the face under her snow-white hood was particularly sacred at this moment: "Remember my words, and firmly follow in the footsteps of your lord." ”

"It's just him. to save this qiē—"

She stretched out her hand a little forward, and the world of dreams spread out from beneath her feet, a world separate from the outside world, and its name was Bunosson, the Land of the North Wind.

A great will is staying on the other side of the world.

In the middle of the Misty Canyon.

The fog seemed to be given life and surged. Behind the fog, the huge eyelids were slowly opening, revealing an indifferent and beautiful pupil.

It's verdant, it's penetrating.

"Martha—"

A deep voice muttered to himself.

The mountains roared.

Above the sea of trees, the elves and druids were shocked to see that the meteorological anomalies of the entire ring of the trade winds were changing violently, the cloud rings disappeared, the mountains of Valhalla collapsed, and a giant beast slowly stood up from the rubble, shaking its hair.

This elegant creature seems to be a legend that has stepped down from the epic of the sky. It raised its head and howled at the moon, and stepped on all fours on the peninsula, its huge body reaching the heavens and the earth below.

She has a name in the most distant legends and myths.

The gods called her Isis.

After the wolves.

……

The bishop's face had completely changed.

The crystals in front of him were turning into ashes, which meant that half of Rusttar's control had been lost, and he thought it was just a small revenge, but in ten minutes. His faith was shattered.

"How did they do it!"

"How did they do it!?"

The believers are also in chaos, and wolves are in the world. This is the scene before the end of the world, but how can so many things come together by chance?

"Bishop, you have to find a way!"

"What else can be done? What else can be done!? The Bishop clenched his fists, his nails digging into his flesh, and he screamed, "No way! Only speed up the ceremony! ”

"But in that case, you won't be able to summon a complete body." The faces of the people in the back changed.

"It's too late."

The bishop's face was horribly bad, and the sudden scene completely disrupted his arrangement. He had now finally figured out who the other party was, but he never dreamed that the revenge of a small nobleman from Eruin would be so terrible.

He regretted it in his heart, he should have been more cautious if he had known, although the instructions of the Dragon Queen must be completed, but ...... At least it could be more secretive. It's a little more perfect.

However, the regret in this world is only the aftertaste of bitterness, and there is no chance to start over.

"Even if it's not fully ......," the bishop clenched his fist like a crumpled orange, gritting his teeth, "it's enough—"

He stared viciously at the silver thread in the dark night sky, which seemed to be a spectacular scene formed by the superposition of two moons, except that the previous moon was as black as ink, as if it were only a shadow.

"Dusk, twilight, no, twilight...... That's it. ”

This is the plan of the shepherd tree for thousands of years, and they must succeed.

Ever since they broke with the World Ring, they have been constantly carrying out their own ideas, and all the Truth Society, the World Tree Agency, the Earth Legion, and the Arbiter are all useless.

The people of God have failed again and again.

Only they can save this qiē, born from withering, from ashes, the balance between all things and nature, cruel and fragile -

Isn't this the origin of the druids' creed?

……

"I must repay Her Majesty the Queen—"

Cassette's words came to an abrupt end.

He saw a little silver light, as if it was coming from the distant sky.

The mob was pushing and retreating from each other, and a blood-colored son of the evil god was torn to pieces by the black mist that filled the sky, and the surging black mist was a little green glow that reflected the cold meaning.

"That's a wolf ......," his adjutant said in surprise behind him.

"I know." The mood of the Yanjun Knight was far lower than before: "Have you read the poetry of the cang? ”

"What?"

"Have you ever read the poems of the firmament!" Casette turned his head viciously, grabbed the latter by the collar, and shouted, "Idiot? ”

"Under ...... Under ......, "The adjutant was obviously scared silly.

"That's a wolf, you know?"

"I ......"

"The wolf walks before dusk," the Flame Knight had a desperate look in his eyes, "The dragon of dusk is not dead...... We're done......"

The silver light in his eyes was brightening.

The black mist swept over the heads of the refugees like a tidal wave, surging towards the city walls, and countless sharp teeth were hidden in the midst of them, as they swept over the soft human body, like invisible blades, setting off waves of blood.

Screams rang out one after another.

The soldiers' faces turned pale, such a war was beyond their imagination.

The Flame Knight shoved his lieutenant away, who staggered back, drawing his sword, its light shining like a meteor. "You go down."

"Knight?" The adjutant froze.

"Get down!" Cassette roared, "This is not the place for you to be! ”

"But ......"

"No, but." The knight patted himself on the chest and replied proudly, "I am Casette (the knight of Lotshel), and I am the leader of the Lord of Fire (one of the hundred and twenty knights), and this (here) should be the place where my bones are buried." ”

The words of the ages overlapped each other, as if two voices resounded above the city wall at the same time.

It is the oath of the flame family.

Everyone seemed to see an illusory figure merge into Casette's body, as if they saw thousands of years ago on the holy plain, one hundred and twenty knights swore an oath with their swords, and followed that great back all their lives.

"Let's go down."

Casette backhanded a sword, and a red curtain of light rose from behind him, and the black mist behind him was high, and countless terrifying giant wolves were grinding their teeth in it.

The light curtain creaked immediately.

The knight's face turned pale: "Quick, I can only support it for a moment." ”

The soldiers were already so frightened that they rolled down the stairs with a wail. Only the adjutant looked back - he was at least a knight, and at this moment the courage in his heart overcame the fear of death, and then he also saw a little silver light.

This silver light was no different from the eyes of the Flame Knight.

"You're not leaving?" Cassett roared.

"My lord, that's ......"

"Click-"

A giant wolf almost the size of a castle tower bit the light curtain behind Cassette, opened its pitch-black mouth, and bit half of the Flame Knight's body.

But before it could close its upper and lower jaws, a silver thread pierced the back of its head.

The adjutant opened his mouth wide.

One person and one horse, the horse with four hooves in the air, the knight holding a spear, like a line of silver light, the long shuttle in his hand straight forward, the black mist scattered and flying, and a silver hair fluttered in the air like a passing moonlight.

"A thousand armies—"

"-One blow!"

Metisa's voice resounded over the fortress.

…… (To be continued......)