In the Caucasus, in the Berian wilderness, the decaying cities in the distance flickered with a dim fire. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The stench of the wasteland has not yet dissipated.

The ignited ruins still emitted a pungent smoke, and the extinguished embers emitted a dark red glow, flickering in the cold wind like a dying breath.

Dust fell in the cold wind, spread all over the earth, sprinkled into the fortress, and fell into the world with the pervasive cold wind.

The wounded soldiers lying on the felt cloth made a difficult sound, gasping for breath and exhaling white breath as if their souls were escaping from the approaching death.

This war against the Scourge is coming to an end.

The shadow of the Eagle Wing Mother drove straight through the Berian Wasteland from the Caucasus, and was about to reach the last line of defense of the country.

Greed has devoured millions of lives, countless harpy demons have hatched from blood and carrion, and have swallowed most of the kingdom into their bellies under the command of the supreme lord of the sky, the great Eagle-winged Mother.

The country is like a prey struggling under the beak of a natural disaster, disemboweling little by little, devouring internal organs, feasting on food, and dying before losing its last life.

In the muddy and frozen trenches, the stench of broken boots and rotten feet lingered, and dozens of soldiers with unkempt hair lay on the ground, sleeping soundly, snoring like thunder.

In the snow, in a warm and sheltered corner, someone tossed and turned, and at last, giving up on sleep, tearing open the half-torn curtain that covered his face, revealing his face stained with ash and stains, and chapped lips.

He got up, clung to the trench, stuck his head into the howling cold wind, and gasped for breath of fresh life-saving air.

"It's terrible, this country can already be used as a weapon just because of the smell of feet, right?"

Charles lay on the edge and retched for a long time, not throwing up anything, and in the silence of snoring, he stared blankly at the wilderness around him and the city behind him.

After a long time, he raised his foot and kicked the sleeping guy next to him.

"I heard a group of girls singing......"

"Don't make a fuss. The wolf flute rolled over on the ground and muttered, "In the middle of the night, where is anyone singing?" ”

"Really. Charles whispered, "I smell wine, royal knight......"

"You're thinking too much. ”

The wolf flute was so troubled that he couldn't sleep, so he casually dragged a broken bucket full of liquid and handed it to him: "Come, take a sip of aged kerosene and pad it." ”

“......”

Speechless, Charles squatted back into the trench, and the two stared at each other wordlessly for a long time...... I shuddered in unison.

"It's cold!"

"It's cold!"

Charles wrapped the broken mess around his body, and wanted to cry without tears: "Why don't you even have heating? The local gang is so rude!"

"No way, poor. ”

Wolf Flute shook his head, took out a small bottle from his arms, and took a sip, "Having a blanket for you is already the gratitude and respect of these Caucasian old men for your intention to die."

You're still not satisfied, you want a heating girl and wine, are you still human?"

“......”

Charles stared straight at the bottle in his hand, "What's that one you're drinking?"

He had been hungry all night, so cold that he wanted to go to hell to make a fire, and when he saw that the wolf flute still had something to eat, he couldn't help but want to pounce on it.

"Do you want to have this?"

Wolf Flute raised an eyebrow and brought the bottle in front of Charles's nose, who was nearly smoky from the pungent smell.

"Do you want to try it? A special medicine for nervous disorders and schizophrenia, super useful. Since I started drinking it, I can't see my non-existent second cousin anymore. ”

"You're not okay?"

"It's not that easy. ”

The wolf flute shook his head, and behind him, the phantom of the half-mutilated wolf-headed god flashed away, still looking tragic.

"That old Wagner guy is amazing. Although they are both divine phantom beasts, Anubis's completion is too far behind the Valkyries that have been passed down from generation to generation, and they are only a little rubbed...... It's like this.

If you want to do well, it will take at least half a year. ”

Seeing his appearance, Charles couldn't help but shake his head.

I couldn't sleep, and when I looked at the dark sky, my expression became sad.

"I don't know how Xiaoye and Shirashi are now. I'm still a little worried about it."

"Rest assured. The wolf flute gloated and laughed: "According to my understanding, Ye Qingxuan is very good now, and he is probably holding back enough energy to beat you." ”

Charles spread his hands, "Then there is no way. After all, I ran first......"

"Don't be sad, you're much better than me no matter what. The wolf flute shrugged, "There's a terrible old man in the world ready to clean the portal." ”

"You mean ...... Ba"

Before the words fell, the wolf flute's face changed suddenly, he reached out, covered his mouth, raised a finger to his mouth, and signaled him to silence.

"Shhhh ”

Rumble!

A sudden roar exploded from the sky, and a frenzied electric light brewed, burst out, and slashed into the world, bringing an instant of blazing light.

The electric light illuminated the invisible wolves around the wolf flute, and the eyes of the wolves were turquoise, staring at the sky in silence.

But the thunder and lightning only flashed and returned to silence in an instant, and for a long time, there was no sound.

The wolf flute breathed a sigh of relief, let go of his hand, and shook his head at Charles:

"Don't mention that name, especially when I'm there......"

Charles didn't speak, just looked at him with a strange look in his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Wolf Flute smiled helplessly: "Scared?"

"It's warm, isn't it?"

Charles asked suddenly, causing him to be stunned.

Charles pointed at him, filled with righteous indignation: "Don't quibble, I just saw it, so much hair, it must be very warm!

It's too much, you have so many wolves, and you can't use them up yourself, so give me one!"

“......”

Two minutes later.

Surrounded by wolves, Charles let out a hearty moan, hugging one and rubbing wildly on its fur.

"Get in good shape. ”

Wolf Flute glanced at him helplessly: "Tomorrow you have worked hard." ”

Charles was silent for a long time, scratching his head, "By the way, you won't really want me to deal with natural disasters tomorrow, right?"

"Haven't you said it many times?"

“...... I thought you were kidding!"

"Forget about the Catastrophe, and it's also the Eagle Wing Mother, the legendary King of the Sky, who became famous four hundred years ago and has never been defeated so far."

Are you sure I can fight? I'm too young to die, what can I do if I ruin the revolutionary plan?"

“......”

The wolf flute patted him on the shoulder, "I won't protect you tomorrow when you go to war." ”

"Thank you...... Wait!"

"I'm hurt, big brother. ”

The wolf flute spread his hands, "I've done my best just to protect you from the Holy City, you can't let you go face to face the natural disaster in order to protect you......, right?"

He paused, his face complicated.

"And what?" said a sense of foreboding rose in Charles's heart.

"Besides, it's not tomorrow......"

The wolf flute raised his finger and pointed to the dark sky:

"-It's already here. ”

Rumble!

In the next moment, the pitch-black sky cracked.

The hurricane swept down from the sky like a torrent, carrying countless black eagle feathers. In the roar of the gale, a shrill siren sounded from the entire defensive line, and countless eagle-like demons rose one after another, letting out a shuddering hiss.

In the cracked clouds, countless thunderbolts and lightning leaped wildly, illuminating a pair of huge jet-black wings.

Natural Disaster: Eagle Wing Mother.

The true king of the sky, is coming!

"Now, it's up to you!"

The wolf flute patted him on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up: "Come on!"

"No, big brother!"

Charles looked up at the sky, his face pale, "What am I going to do to bite it to death with my teeth?"

The wolf flute patted his head and finally remembered something.

"Ah, before I left, Mr. Gaius told me to give you this, and I almost forgot about it. ”

He mysteriously shoved something into Charles's hand with a serious expression: "Take it, this is a secret weapon." ”

Charleston was overjoyed, unfolded his palm, looked down, and then sprayed a mouthful of old blood on the wolf flute's face.

"What the hell are you kidding me!" he waved angrily, "give me an artifact!

In Charles' hands was a delicately styled triangle ......

Not even a knock stick!

"Don't be afraid, I've checked, aren't you a triangular iron level 10 certified by the Holy City?"

The wolf flute left a smile full of confidence: "Then please here, goodbye!"

Before he could finish speaking, his body was wrapped in Anubis and disappeared in an instant.

Charles was left alone in the empty trench, holding a triangle in his hand, staring blankly at the dark sky.

No, this battle can't be fought!

The idea of taking a triangle iron to stone the natural disaster was extinguished by him before it could germinate.

Immediately decided, Charles lowered his body, stretched his feet and ran, patted his ass and left.

He ran away!

You have to run, you can't run if you don't run!

In just a few seconds, the talons of the Eagle Wing Mother had already been two masters! If he didn't run, or even need to use his old man's hands, his descendants would be able to dismember the corpse of Charles alone.

While someone is attracting attention, run first and then talk about it......

Soon, however, Charles sensed that something was wrong.

In his arms, the triangle iron suddenly became hot, as if it was burned red, sticking to his hand so hard that he couldn't shake it off.

The pain alone was enough, but immediately after, the triangle iron emitted terrifying ether fluctuations, absorbing the power of the nine-layer ether sea on its own, exuding a terrifying sound that surpassed the master.

It's like announcing in all directions......

I am here!

It stands to reason that at this time, Charles should have felt the divine power descending from the sky, and if he had divine help, the huge force was about to burst his body or something, but he didn't feel the wool.

In other words, this thing in my hand is a pure appearance!

The only function is to attract the attention of natural disasters......

Feeling the cold malice being thrown from all directions, Charles stopped, wanting to cry without tears.

"You listen to my explanation, this is a long story, I actually make soy sauce, no matter what I do, uh, I don't look down on birds, I mean ......"

In the sky, the huge shadow seemed to sense something, casting a gloomy gaze. Behind the wings of the countless eagle-body demons, an old figure vaguely emerged.

It was an old woman, half-eagle and half-human, with inhuman hideousness in her eyes, holding out her finger towards Charles.

Charles's face changed drastically, and he raised his hand and begged for mercy:

"Friend, please wait a ......"

Rumble!

He was swallowed up by the roaring torrent. (To be continued.) )