Both he and Zeling were gone.

The other two Harveys jumped in the moment the portal closed. After the third monster fled, the black portal disappeared without a trace.

In this way, Zeratul's wish to rescue Zeling came to naught.

The matter has come to this point, how can it be embarrassing. Zeratul collapsed in place, oblivious to the brutal battle around him and the battlefield slowly closing in on him. He had defeated Harvey again, and the guy who had summoned the Burning Legion would never do anything bad with his dirty hands again...... But now all this is no longer important. Zeling is gone. To make matters worse, she was captured by the demons.

Tears streamed down his cheeks. The sky darkened, as if it were some kind of bad omen, but it didn't catch his attention. The most important thing for Zeratul was that he failed.

Failed.

Raindrops fell from the sky, as if in response to his tears. The rain began to pour down rapidly, and strangely, Zeratul was the only one who was free from the sudden rainstorm. The lightning and thunder in the sky is a true portrayal of his manic and gloomy heart. Without Zeling, nothing matters.

He finally understood now...... However, there is no benefit in understanding.

The wind howled, as if mourning the loss of his sweetheart Zeratul. The storm struck everything, and the new tree on the hillside kept shaking, and only he was still in the wind and refused to leave......

Finally, a voice woke him from despair, first shocking him in the depths of his brain, then ringing in his ears.

Zeratul covered his ears, not wanting to listen, trying to return to the gloomy mood that had gripped him. However, the voice did not disappear, but called his name over and over again.

"Zeratul! Zeratul! You have to get yourself out of this state! Hurry up, or you'll drown everything! ”

He was familiar with the voice, and he wanted to hear it but couldn't. The warning tone in his voice forced Zeratul to finally stop indulging in his inner world. Begin to pay attention to the world outside.

Zeratul finds himself in the midst of a natural disaster.

The rain fell so fast and so violently that it swept over everything on the earth with such a force that it swept over the earth. Interestingly, apart from him, the new tree was somehow unaffected by the storm.

"What's wrong——? Zeratu blurted out. But as soon as he spoke, he was suddenly hit by a torrential rain. He fell on the muddy ground, and the pouring rain kept beating him.

At this moment, accompanied by endless rain and screaming winds, a huge figure flew above his head. Zeratul looked up and saw a large flying object with wings descending. He remembered the female demigod Zero and wondered if it was her revenant form. But he wasn't one of her birds and flying beasts. She wouldn't make an exception just because of herself.

There was a rumbling sound that made him recognize the figure.

"Star Spirit! Stay still and don't move! It's a mess right now, it's hard for me to concentrate, and I don't want to accidentally bump into you. ”

Ofero grabbed him with a giant claw, pulling him into the air. Aufilo bravely fought the wind and rain, but it was clear that every inch of rise was so hard. Zeratul knew it wasn't at its best. In fact, he was already surprised that Ophilo could survive the battle with Chen Feng.

As they ascended, Zeratul looked down and saw something.

Both warring sides are retreating. The demons had already retreated to the area destroyed by Chen Feng, and the Star Spirit Army was also sprinting in the opposite direction. Both sides are battling a new and dangerous enemy, the Tempest.

The rain caused mudslides and made roads muddy and impassable. A high mountain landslided, and the whole fell to a group of demon guards. A bug rider sank into the soft, damp earth. The four claws are useless. It slipped down the ridge and fell to its death along with its owner.

In the midst of this great calamity, Zeratul saw a thin figure struggling down the hill he had just been on. The mud poured into the little girl and buried her in half. A large area of mountain land above seemed to be about to collapse. She will definitely not be able to escape when the time comes.

The little girl still held a bow tightly in her hand.

"Wait! There! He shouted to Ophoro, "Help her!" ”

Without a second thought, Ofilo flew towards the trapped girl on the ground. She's still struggling desperately. Didn't notice the giant beast in the air. Auphilo grabbed her with his claws, and she screamed. Ophoro dragged her out of the deadly mud and pulled her into the air.

"I won't hurt you!" Ofilo told her aloud. The little girl obviously didn't believe him, but she quieted down. She finally spoke when she saw Ophero grasping Zeratul in his other paw.

"Miss Zeling! Where—"

Zeratul shook his head. She leaned forward in despair and began to weep. Even then, she held the bow firmly.

Zeratul turned his attention back to the storm. The rain came so strangely and so suddenly, it didn't look like it was the work of the Burning Legion, it wasn't his countrymen, and even Brooks would never have let the situation get so out of control.

He looked up to see if the black worm had returned. However, there was no shadow of Chen Feng or that terrible rune in front of him. So what exactly caused this catastrophic storm?

He posed the question to Ofilo, but it was not Ofilo who answered. There was a figure clinging to the worm's neck, a shield that shimmered with golden light to shield him from the wind and rain. I heard him say, "It's you, Zeratul!" You are the one who brought the rainstorm down on this world! ”

He looked up at Crassus. The last time he saw the latter was when the Archon was taken away by a frightened mount. Crassus still didn't seem to be in good shape, and the wound on the side of his face was still shiny, but he was still as determined to participate in everything as ever.

However, his words still confused Zeratul: "What do you mean? ”

"This storm is born of your pain, Zeratul! It externalizes your desperate mood! If you want everyone to survive, you have to stop the storm and you have to rekindle hope. ”

"Are you crazy?"

Having said that, Zeratul had a sense of déjà vu about the rainstorm.

He held out his hand. The demigod of the Star of Calanline had taught him how to feel the whole of nature, and now he touched the raindrops in this way, but the final feeling disgusted him.

He hated not the storm itself, but himself, because he knew that he was part of the storm, and that he had caused it with grief and despair. The heavy rain not only hit the enemy, but also put its own compatriots in a difficult situation.

Zeratu thought to himself: I'm as terrible as the demon and Chen Feng now!

Crassus must have figured out his thoughts, and only listened to him say, "Zeratul, you must not let this emotion overwhelm your reason, this happened just by chance. You should draw motivation from emotions and go to the snow instead of adding fuel to the fire! ”

However, for whom? Zeratul thought of Zeling again, she had fallen into the hands of the leader of the Burning Legion.

However, it was Ze Ling who finally helped him dispel the gloomy mood. No one loved this storm, and Zeling had done everything in his power to save the lives of his compatriots. Zeratul has already let Zeling down, and if he lets the rain go unchecked, he will discredit her.

He glanced over to the little girl. In order to save Zeling, she has obviously forgotten about her danger. She was too young to even be a trainee Templar, but despite the threats of Harvey and the demons, she used her bowery to do what she could.

The pensive Zeratul watched the little girl cry in the wind, and felt his feelings for the El planet burst forth again. He no longer hesitated, his eyes fixed on the storm in front of him, trying to control the wind and the clouds with his own will...... and all that is involved in the creation of this catastrophe in nature. (To be continued......)