The black dragon had a slender neck, and its thin bat-like wings were more than twice the size of its body when it opened, soaring into the sky, and the shadows stretched in the sunlight occasionally swayed over the faces of the Charles looking down at it.

The mouth hissed occasionally, and the demeanor seemed rather pleasant—it looked pleasant.

Soon after, with a loud whistle, the black young dragon, like a goshawk, flapped its wings and slowly landed on the young man's raised arm.

This little thing is heavy.

Up close, excluding the head and tail and wings, its entire body is actually very small.

The belly is slightly rounded, fitted with delicate black scales, basically streamlined, with a narrow tail, a lizard head, and a head covered with hideous barbs, facing the Charles, the pair of crimson vertical pupils are a little flickering, as if silently observing the young human in front of him.

Overall, it's actually not very pretty, but it's rarer than a giant panda.

"This dragon is still small, but as long as it grows a little, your arm won't be able to hold up."

The crow's shrill cry came, and when he turned his head, he saw that it was now landing on a dead branch near the entrance to the cave halfway up the mountain.

The Three-Eyed Raven's true body is still in the cave and blends with the tree, unable to move, so he can only use his crow form to speak to Charles.

"When it grows up, it won't need to do that."

Charles replied, and Fu couldn't help but look at the "ugly thing" on his arm.

If memory serves, the dragon was hostile to its own grinning not so long ago, but now it has become a heel.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of the original bald owner of this dragon, and secretly felt a little ashamed.

"It took the initiative to rely on me, but it wasn't me who forcibly took your son."

Muttering, he saw his captain of the guard standing not far away and waiting, so Charles shook his arm, and the young dragon, which had received some kind of signal, flapped its wings and flew away again.

The captain of the guard, Iron Leg, then hurriedly walked over.

"Your Excellency, are you really not with us?"

He asked in a whisper.

After the initial restraint, the veteran from the Castle of Terror did not regard Charles as a god so much.

His words and deeds are basically smooth. Unlike some soldiers now, when they see Charles, they don't say anything, and they just give the highest gift of the five-body throw.

"No, I have something to do here."

Charles replied, secretly feeling helpless.

With the world around them returning to normal, the armies naturally need to return to the Great Wall.

And the Charr themselves have no reason to stay here anymore.

Normally, he would have returned with the army, but because of the shuttle gate, it was not doomed.

Although a long time had passed, he had not forgotten what the shuttle door prompt had said.

Time here will be synchronized with the forces of evil.

If he had followed the army on the road, imagine that when he went to the forces of evil, the soldiers suddenly lost their backbones, or they continued on their way, only to return from the Charles......

So you can only go on the road alone.

What's more, although he didn't say anything, the way those soldiers looked at him made Charles really uncomfortable - as if he was being offered as an ancestor, thinking about it, it was not very comfortable to encounter such a situation.

"Then we'll leave first, my lord, what else do you command?"

"Say hello to me like the Great Wall."

Charles replied, his eyes fixed on Iron Legs leaving. Then he looked at the three-eyed crow.

"Please help me keep an eye on this dragon while I'm away." He said.

He is not very familiar with the world of evil forces, and there are still many unknowns, so he is not prepared to rashly expose a monster.

"Where are you going?" Raven questioned.

"Just going out and walking around." Charles replied.

There is nothing to do in this world for the time being, and although the various treasures recorded in the Book of Roots are coveted, they are basically far away from him, either in the Great North or in the Great West.

Even outside of Westeros, it's even more incomprehensible.

So the right way to go back to the evil forces is now, after all, there are demons out there that can make his spirit grow - if he is right.

"If possible, I need to experiment with whether I can bring in transportation."

"And that monster seed, what kind of seed is it?"

Thinking to himself, he turned his head to look beyond the mountainside, at the vast snow-white plain.

As soon as his mind moved, a black-haired crow soaring in the sky screamed and flapped its wings and fell to the ground, and Charr's body flashed away, and then flashed again and again.

Eventually, under the silent gaze of the three-eyed crow, in a few breaths, his back disappeared without a trace.

……

Instead of opening the shuttle door, opening the door to another world with the dark gold ring in your hand is like unscrewing the door of a formless air chamber.

Standing on the snow-capped plains with his front feet, he walked forward and reached the top of a mountain surrounded by green grass.

That's right, the top of the mountain.

He had the situation he would face after coming to the forces of evil.

Or in the gray forest of death, or on the top of the hill where the death ritual is held.

Unsurprisingly, the second scenario was encountered - the Death Forest time was out of sync with the normal world, in a sense, it was already in conflict with the shuttle gate.

If you do get there, then a day in the Overworld, estimated to be several days, is simply a blessing.

So when he found out that he was back in the confines of modern America, it wasn't unexpected, and even his return to the Forest of Death was surprising.

He even wondered if the sudden energy drain at the shuttle door could be due to the special nature of the place.

"In some cases, the constraints of the shuttle door are not omnipotent."

Muttering, obliquely above the rising sun, he suddenly realized that he was not alone. Not far from him, there was a man standing!

A fairly familiar face.

"Tessa? Why are you still here? ”

Charles looked at her strangely.

It stands to reason that several months had passed inside the cage, and the exact time outside the cage was uncertain, but it must have been a long time since he entered.

How can you still see the Grim Reaper stationed here?

Faced with his doubts, the "young woman" with short black hair opposite did not respond directly, but took a deep breath.

And so, under Charles's inexplicable gaze, in the area of the hilltop around him, clouds of gray mist suddenly emerged, one, two, ten, twenty......

Countless gray mist rippled five meters around Charles's body, where the arched hilltop was the origin, spreading in all directions, to the woodland below, to the dark green mountains on both sides, and to the road outside the woodland.

In the morning light, the gray mist dissipated one after another, revealing one of them, a man in a black suit, named Death.

A few breaths of effort, the once huge scene reappeared here.

It's just that unlike last time, the valley below the top of the mountain is now empty of any dead Americans.

Charles was a little baffled by what he saw.

Derived from his own Sun Child talent, these heads are surging around him, and the existence similar to a ghost cannot be within five meters of him. But everybody was looking at him at the moment, or facing him—whether they could see it or not when they were obscured by their own kind.

At the same time, the gaze of these "people" staring at him is equally strange.

"What the hell are you doing?" Charles frowned.

There was no response either, as if they were silently preparing.

So under the vigilant gaze of Charles, soon after, the gray fog of the surrounding mountains completely dissipated, and when viewed from above, it seemed that the overwhelming black suits occupied a large area of mountains and forests, and the black and green of the originally green mountains were dotted.

Each of the black suits was facing the Charles, whether they were on the top of the mountain, in the woods on the mountainside, or on the road below, whether they could see their target or not, their faces were expressionless, and their demeanor was rather strange.

After a long silence, the black-clothed Grim Reapers, who surrounded the Charles, suddenly bent down neatly and saluted.

A low, hoarse sound suddenly reverberated through the surrounding mountains, echoing through the valley and reverberating through the sky.

“boss！”