This snow is not coming at a good time. It took only one night for the snow to reach the knees, which was a desperate thing for those fleeing. Every once in a while, a person would fall, their body engulfed in snow, and never get back up.

This is the second day of the collapse of the [Noah's Line], and people have lost the strength to cry. They walked numbly in the direction of the imperial capital, fell numbly, and died numbly. In the hearts of most people, the imperial capital is not a place to defend, and even if they flee there, it will only delay the time of death.

But not all of them have given up hope.

"Peria, hold on!"

Alan carried Peria on his back and ran in the snow as hard as he could, but the snow slowed him down greatly, and when he said he was running, he was actually only a little faster than those who walked numbly in the snow. But there is no way around it, he has been running all night. He didn't dare to stop to rest, because Peria was already in a high fever and had been in a coma for a long time, and he was afraid that the moment he stopped would be when Peria died.

So he kept running, and the huge tide of refugees was attacked by countless wyverns at night, and by the time the light of the morning light illuminated the land, the snow behind him was full of mutilated corpses and dark red blood. The flow of refugees has shrunk by almost four-fifths. Even the people of Sillona ran away from Alan, and it was as if he had returned to the beginning overnight, leaving only himself and Peria.

And now, Peria's hot body no longer reminds him that the girl who has lost her legs may leave at any time. He couldn't imagine how hard that scene would hit him, so he kept calling Peria's name, but he never got a response.

At this moment, the refugees in the rear suddenly became agitated. Alan glanced back and saw dozens of huge cyan figures skimming across the sky, directly rushing towards the remaining refugees. They are like a pack of wolves that have rushed into the flock, and the refugees are like harvested wheat, falling one after another.

The blood stimulated people's desire to escape, and they cried and ran with all their might. But for these wyverns, the refugees are just dying, which stimulates their bloodiness even more. Seeing this scene, Allen's heart felt extremely desperate, and he wanted to give up on it, but as soon as he thought that Peria had not yet lost his breath, he couldn't convince himself, so he bit his lip and continued to run forward.

His legs were frozen, and he couldn't even feel the presence of his toes.

But many things don't just have to work hard to succeed. The cyan wyvern quickly caught up with the largest group of refugees, and soon the people around him also suffered, falling in a muffled snort, and before they could even scream.

Alan couldn't run either, he stumbled and fell into the snow, and Peria was thrown out of his back. There was snow in his mouth and nose, but he didn't bother to clean it up, and struggled to crawl towards Peria. Not only him, but the vast majority of people have given up the struggle or have been forced to give up the struggle, lying in the snow, holding their loved ones and shivering, waiting for death as if resigned to their fate.

The wyverns slowed their offensive as well, and one by one they circled and landed in the snow. The pair of red-gold pupils scanned the dying people, as if admiring their prey.

Alan finally crawled to Peria's side and hugged her tightly. At this moment, he suddenly felt more relaxed than ever.

Finally about to be freed, Alan suddenly felt that death was not as terrifying as he imagined. Fleeing all the way from his hometown to here, he was really tired. Alan slowly closed his eyes, thinking that it would be okay to go to see his parents and sister. also died with the most beloved, such an ending may not be bad.

Just as Alan gave up struggling, he suddenly heard a slight pop. The sound sounded familiar and strange to him, and before he could remember where he had heard it, a piercing wail pierced the winter silence.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the wings of a flying dragon had been cut off alive, and the dragon's blood was splattered three meters high, staining the snow around him like a rain of blood. Alan was stunned, and quickly remembered something, yes, he did hear this kind of sound, in the forest, hunters with long knives split the dragon that had destroyed the entire village in two. Blood stained half the mountain, just like now.

It was all happening so fast that most of the refugees didn't know what was happening, but the dragons present felt it. They angrily pounced on the knife-wielding hunter, but only one fate was obtained, and the agile wyvern species, known for its degree, could not catch the hunter's figure at all, like a pheasant that pounced on the wolf.

The blade of the [Dragon Cut] reflects the silver glow of winter, cutting through the air and flesh, like roses blooming in the snow. By the time the people reacted, seven wyverns had already died under the hunter's hunting knife, and the hunter had cut off the head of one of them, and the dragon's blood had stained half of his robe red.

He removed a piece of cloth from his robes, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed all the dragon's blood into his belly.

When had the mighty dragons been humiliated like this, they wanted to kill the hunter in front of them, just as they had killed the helpless refugees before. But they couldn't do it, and they didn't dare to do it, and the hunters who swallowed the dragon's blood became more and more imposing, awakening the fear in their hearts.

"Why didn't you come?"

Ian spat out the bloody strip of cloth and slowly walked towards the wyverns. The rest of the dragons seemed to be ignited by Ian's actions, and pounced on Ian again.

[Iliad space-time] moves.

He was not afraid at all and went head-on. The rest of the refugees stared blankly at the scene in front of them, one person, one knife, and more than ten flying dragons. But weirdly, no one thought he was going to lose.

From the moment he stepped out, the end was already doomed.

God's opponent is destined to be only another god, and the rest is just ants.

(End of chapter)

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