Tonight, many people have witnessed history. They saw the once-in-a-century starfall, the one of the spirits descending to earth of his own will. Some of them have also unfortunately encountered the tide of evil that has followed Alay, and it is not easy to see so many kinds of evil things at once, because although there are many evils in this world, they are always rarer than people think. Of course, the premise is that they can think carefully about what they are seeing after witnessing these evil creatures and still keep their lives alive. In addition, what more people remember most about tonight is the dark giant in the moonlight, the monster with a head like a spire and a mouth like a mountain stream, roaring and screaming in the moonlight. They thought it was Alei, and it didn't matter if the real Aleie agreed with it or not.

"Mine, robe!" roared from the mouth of the giant, who had become nothing, and its voice lowered the grass and sent the clouds away, and the roar brought even visions like those of a storm in its crossing. It was precisely because this roar was so strong that it had already become a syllable that no one understood, and no one knew why the monster was roaring, and they didn't want to know. For in their eyes it is the alay, the embodiment of calamity, the retribution of the steppe, the head of all evils, and it is natural for it to initiate madness, without any reason at all.

"Give it back to me!" the giant waved its arm into the air, and the arm turned into a large black winged thing. They are things because they don't belong to any of the creatures that originally existed in this world, and their bodies are like grotesque and bizarre things that have been forcibly pulled out of people's dreams. There is no symmetry in the body, and there is no logic or discipline in the organs and parts that make up the body, and what looks like internal organs and blood vessels is exposed, but skin and bones are encased. The alienated wings are covered with scale armor, and the scale armor has a skin membrane on the outside, and how such wings provide lift, is really a real question. But no matter how irrational the construction of these things is, they are still here, flying like black clouds in the direction where the goshawk has disappeared.

Then there was a long silence. The giants who sent out the flying men maintained the posture of waving their arms, and once again turned into statues, and the real Alei, who had lost his head, also ran away with the flying things. Time cannot be wasted. In the clan, there was a lot of noise, and the influence left behind by Alaye did not fade because it was gone, but thanks to the efforts of the heirs of the wolf master, the situation was moving in a good direction, and as more heirs were recovered from the chaos, the time for the completion of the fire call was getting closer and closer. So who will be faster on both sides?

The answer was soon revealed, and the grotesque flying legion soon flew back. In front of them was Naren, who had been forced to change direction and was forced to return. The goshawk's eyes twinkle with starlight, which means that it is not an ordinary bird of prey inside, and the spirit of the eagle is still here. However, in addition to the divine power, there were other emotions in those sharp eyes, confusion. Eagle eyes not only refer to the eagle's visual organs, but also represent a sharp sense of ability. Although the Eagle Spirit may not be as good as the Bear Spirit, the Wolf Spirit or even the Horse Spirit in other aspects, its skill is by no means doubtful.

It was because of this skill of seeing that the spirit of the eagle could perceive that the things chasing after it, and the giant that towered between heaven and earth, were all one existence, the gray robe called Cheese. But in addition, in addition to this wizard it knew, the giant at this time was mixed with more things, those things that the eagle spirit could not see through, and did not want to see. The cheese now felt as familiar to it as it did when it occasionally flew around Amagi. It had thought that the human had only one seed in its body, but now it realized how wrong it was, and the seed had already flourished.

"Give it, give it to me!" the giant's roar erupted again. The Spirit of the Eagle wants to resist, it is so confident in its flying skills that it can maneuver around them in the air, even if it is being chased by a large number of enemies. However, the roar of the huge being completely cut off this possibility, and in an instant, the starlight in Naren's eyes dimmed, and now there were no more spirits here, only a confused goshawk. Dealing with such a goshawk is no more difficult for a giant than swatting a fly to death, but for some reason, it did not snatch it, but waited for Naren to throw down what he was holding.

The fallen robe was caught by the giant's hand, the gray robe was too small for it now, even if it was placed in the palm of his hand, it was only an inconspicuous piece of cloth. However, the importance of a thing is often not determined by its size and material, and an old robe can stop the monster that obscures the sky. yes, this robe has been worn for a long time, maybe ten years, and it feels like a lifetime. Wait, what am I thinking, this is my robe, but why is it so small?

The slightly revived consciousness was covered by a larger wave of thoughts as the squirming under the gray robe, and the roots welled up from the palms of the hands, revealing what was wrapped in the robe. There is no fear or anger in Alei's face, and this is normal, natural disasters are not fearful, because they are not intended to cause suffering, tsunamisis are not angry when they are stopped, earthquakes are not resentful when they are predicted, they are not created for destruction, but just happen to bring destruction to the life that the earth carries. And when the strength of an individual or group is enough to resist natural disasters? Then I am afraid that natural disasters will only be regarded as landscapes.

The swarthy giant, not afraid of Alei, it is not afraid of natural disasters, it is not afraid of anything, because nothing here can really hurt it. So it casually threw the foreign object in the robe, like shaking off a bed bug in the clothes. It's just that this bed bug is enough to destroy more and more tiny life countries. The headless body came from afar, it could sense the position of its own head, and although Aleier probably didn't have the concept of life or death, it was still trying to be whole. This wholeness is subjective in the eyes of others, and is the result of artificial gain. But do so many stories describing the inescapable of so-called fate show that outside of man-made, in nature, there are more subtle forces that drive certain things to be complete, and this tendency will not be deviated in the results due to man-made.

If this is true, then how small the efforts of the people must be. If this is true, then how sad it must be that people regard nature as their own opponent and attack it with everything that has nurtured them. The old people on the grassland often say that human life is like grass seeds that float out with the wind in spring, drifting all the way from early spring to cold winter, and then leaving new seeds. Is this a bad thing? Is this a good thing? I'm afraid everybody has his own answer. As for the answer to the heirs of the wolf master, it is already very clear.

The flames, rising into the sky, turned into pillars of fire taller than giants, like volcanic eruptions. The flame passed through the clouds and fell back into the mortal realm, forming an angry face that swooped down on Aleiel and the giant.

"Leave!"

The grass withered and the earth cracked because of it, and the ground beneath the feet of Aleiel and the giant seemed to have been in drought for years. Alay, who was known as the Prairie Calamity, was blown out of his head and body because of this impact, and disappeared into the night with a spin in the air. But the terrible giant, unmoved, opened its mouth, which had a thousand sharp teeth, a thousand tongues, and a thousand eyes, and spat out contemptuously at the fire spirit that fell from the sky.

"Poof. "It's like blowing out a candle and the whole night is back to darkness. Only moonlight and starlight remained, still twinkling out of reach.