(There is a second update tonight)

At the beginning of the 20th century, Cardiff was the world's largest coal exporter.

Modern streets and buildings coexist with old streets and old churches in the city. There is both the National Museum, the Welsh Ethnographic Museum, and a large air terminal. However, this British town, which combines two very different styles, classical and modern, is in a state of devastation, as if it has been carpet-bombed, smoke is everywhere, and fires and riots are everywhere.

More often than not, fear comes from the unknown.

For the unknown, people's resistance is always infinitely close to zero.

What was once the most popular shopping mall is now packed, and instead of the anticipation and joy of shopping, they are restless and panicked.

The shrill whistle, the irrational roar, and all kinds of chaotic sounds burst into her ears, and although her mind was not here, Erica couldn't help but curse secretly, looked around, and quickly slipped into the alley.

As early as a few minutes ago, she had a vague feeling that she was being followed.

Originally, she thought it was a local association in Wales, but the other party's clumsy tracking skills were obviously far inferior to magicians, if it was an orthodox magician, even if it was a magic system that she had never heard of, she would not even have to follow a person so close, of course, she understood very well that the reason why the other party dared to be so unscrupulous was just because there were many people on the street and it was not easy to be discovered.

would have come to such a conclusion with confidence—and could not have been a magician.

Erica was about to be laughed at angrily, and there was someone who was obsessed with her? Or is it in this case? Aren't those people worried about being burned to ashes by the dragon's breath that fell from the sky when they were happy?

than anger. More speechless.

With the excitement that there is no reason not to eat the meat in my mouth, the string called 'reason' has collapsed.

Seven or eight young people who had nothing to love in their lives, and only thought about being happy before they died, followed the alley quickly.

- They never appeared again.

"Since my uncle guessed that this would happen, why didn't he want to come over in person?" After dealing with the trivial matters, Erica reflexively raised her head to look at the sky in the direction of the city hall center, and her expression fell into solemnity again.

This scene is clearly visible to people who have nothing to do with magic.

It's hard to describe the sheer size of the physique, which almost filled the sky.

The shadows that cover the earth are also invisible.

Just standing in this shadow will bring a wave of visceral horror to you. There is also an unspeakable Tarzan-like pressure. It's as if it's no longer blood flowing in the body, but heavy mercury!

It's heavy.

Tired.

It was as if sitting on the ground and not wanting to get up.

It seems to get rid of this state of hypoxia.

Extremely upset and restless.

The more excited, the more frightened.

The whole city is depressed because of 'that'.

More and more people are fighting when they disagree, and even more so they lose their reason and become crazy. The emergence of various phenomena has also relatively stimulated some people who are still rational.

And so on. Even if 'that' doesn't do it.

Cities will also be ruined.

Destroyed at the hands of men.

Erica quickly adjusted her feelings. This time it was a trial given to her by her uncle, a test for the title of 'Red Demon', although the opponent's strength was a bit over-the-top. But back then, my uncle didn't also fight against the divine beasts alone, and there were more than one of them, and she had only one opponent, so she didn't have to worry about being attacked by the enemy in the shadows, just concentrate on thinking about how to kill the enemy.

"But then again, my uncle really has a problem for my precious niece."

Erica's mouth glistened with bitterness.

She is proud, but pride does not equal arrogance.

Especially when it comes to vision, there is never a lack of self-confidence.

Before I came, I thought that I would have the opportunity to be a dragon slayer warrior, which was quite relaxing.

But after arriving, after witnessing the jaw-dropping scene in the sky, the fiery battle intent disappeared as if a basin of cold water had been poured on it.

Erica had learned about dragons, the most abundant of the mythical beasts, from books.

There may be many species of dragons in the world, but there is one thing that is not wrong.

'Hero's sworn enemy'.

One of the prototypes of the dragon is the snake, which is a dependant of the goddess Mother Earth, symbolizing the cycle of life and death, and can be said to be very important in religious significance.

Needless to say, the species 'dragon' that was born is also known to be the 'heart and liver baby' of the Earth Mother God.

In terms of status, it is quite similar to the Titans in Greek mythology.

However, they have the backing of Gaia, the Mother Earth.

And on the head of 'this', I don't know whose handiwork?

She didn't believe it was a coincidence.

This 'dragon', hidden in the clouds, with no scales or sharp claws to be seen, is only a few hundred times larger than ordinary dragons in terms of physique, and its body length is about several hundred kilometers, and this is only a preliminary inference.

Because, when the dragon is asleep, it is used to curl up.

Erica had a headache, for the first time she regretted the 'test' she confidently agreed to, not that she couldn't endure the hardships and wanted to back down when she encountered some difficulties, but that she told her reason: This matter is beyond your ability.

But it's really not her style to just go home like this.

Besides, she didn't want to throw in the towel.

Of course, being brutal and reckless is the preserve of hot-headed people, not hers.

Just as Erica was pondering, a sound of footsteps came from the alley, and her eyebrows suddenly furrowed, although she didn't make a heavy hand, but in terms of the physique of those scum, it was beyond the limit of bearing, so it was impossible to recover her consciousness so quickly, that is to say, strangers?

Erica turned and looked into the alley.

This one couldn't be seen, his expression froze directly on his face, and his body entered a state of imminent battle.

"Oh, isn't this Miss Erica?" It's obviously a very unfamiliar voice, but it greets in a familiar tone. Dressed in a shabby suit that makes people frown, his messy hair hasn't been combed for a few days, and he has a public face that he can't recognize even if he is thrown into the crowd.

It's a person who is difficult to grasp at first glance. Judging from the mild appearance, the age from the middle of the twenties to the early forties makes sense, the body is of medium size, medium height, even the height of the bridge of the nose, the thickness of the lips, the length of the eyebrows, and the depth of the eyes, all of which are the most general sizes.

It's like a man who has completely stripped off the things that are called characteristics.

There was a smile on his face, but that smile didn't make the slightest impression. His face is like an extra in a movie, obviously there, but as if he is not there, and the sense of existence is extremely thin.

Erica opened her mouth, speechless for a moment.

Some confusion turns into uneasiness, which fuels fear. I didn't face the oppressive feeling of detachment from the god of disobedience, but I didn't feel like anything that shouldn't be like this! It's too ordinary, but it highlights the anomaly.

It was like a bleached expression.

That's right, empty shells.

This man is an empty shell.

But in the empty shell, there is something indescribable, controlling his words and deeds. (To be continued......)