In the raging storm, the last few ancient buildings still standing south of Zelda City also fell. These historical markers, which represent the city's history and past, have survived the most troubled war years and have disappeared from this world.

There was no wreckage, no ruins, and the collapsed building was quickly crushed by the storm and reduced to powder. Only the oldest gems and magical items with extremely high mysteries remained, and then the storm dragon carefully received them into the orb behind them.

In this boundless darkness, there is only one place left with light, which is now the only light in the entire city, the last hope of mankind.

The cathedral of the Southern Church of the Supreme God Cult, in the storm that swept the entire city, only this building representing human civilization still stands in place, and in the bright white light curtain, there are countless humans who have fled here.

The vast halls of the church were already crowded with people who had fled here, residents of the city, warriors from the tribes, and adventurers who had come from further afield.

"God, save us!" many, many civilians clasped their hands together and surrendered everything to their faith at this last moment.

"God, why is this happening, is it a punishment for us?" These are people who are not usually so religious, so they are pessimistic and cannot be quiet, and despair is constantly contagious among them, as if the end of the world is coming.

"O merciful Most High God, be sure, let my children live. It doesn't matter what happens to me, only this child, please be sure to bless him. "The mother with the child no longer expects that she will still be able to get out of the city, but only hopes that the great god will perform a miracle to save the child in her arms.

"I don't know if I can return to my hometown alive, my cub is still waiting for me to go back and teach him combat skills. "A dozen orc warriors who had exhausted all the strength in their bodies in the rage just now fell together, they no longer even had the strength to get up, and they could only use their words to eliminate fatigue.

"I just earned more than a hundred gold, and I don't want to die here. ”

"The shrine maidens here look strong and should have a chance to survive. ”

"My Lord, may your light protect this land and shelter these good believers. The priest in the white robe was also praying, praying that the disaster would pass sooner and that the sun would come sooner.

While praying, the priests continued to consume their magical power to make bread and water, and in the face of the sudden disaster, most of them began to flee without even putting on their clothes, let alone carrying food and water.

In this most critical moment, the food-making skills possessed by the priests of the Church became indispensable. Even if you don't believe in God or have no faith, in this moment of hunger and cold, when you eat the bread and water made by the divine magic, and are warmed by the sacred barrier unfolded by the church, you will involuntarily feel the necessary surname of the divine power.

Although the bread that was urgently made was only enough to meet the basic needs, no one could ask for more at such times. That's why when a city strikes a disaster, the church becomes the last refuge. As long as the church has not fallen, and there are still priests in the church, then there is one last hope that the city will be able to survive.

However, this is not a real natural disaster, and this is not enough.

In the square in front of the Church, all the armed men who still had the strength to fight had been assembled, including mercenaries from all over the continent, combined tribal soldiers stationed here, and the strongest Church Guard (only this one suffered the least losses in the disaster).

However, it was clear that everyone was in a state of extreme tension, and they felt their own insignificance and powerlessness as they looked at the huge creature that was destroying the last few tall buildings in the city.

Although all the remaining armed forces of the entire Zelda city were gathered here, this team of more than two hundred people was obviously not on the same level as the elemental creature with a length of more than 100 meters.

The difference in strength between the two sides is even greater than the size.

"Go down. In front of the wide square of the church, the seventeenth god and witch of the Southern Church, with straight black hair, stared at the approaching storm dragon and waved her hand gently.

"But, Lady Phil!" all the knights in full armor behind her stepped forward, they were not afraid of death, even if it cost them their lives, they would fight to the death against the monster that destroyed the entire city.

"It's not that you don't trust your courage, it's that you can't get to the battlefield. Fei'er turned her head and smiled, sticking her finger to the sky.

"Because, the battlefield is not on the ground, but in the sky. ”

"Ahh

"How so!"

"Lady Fei'er, do you want to fight alone!"

"Let's go too!" the knights who guarded the church let out a voice of excitement, they were ready to sacrifice. As men, how could they let Fei'er fight alone.

"Ahem, ahem, let her go!" the crowd parted ways, and an old man with a bone staff who seemed to have entered the cemetery with one foot slowly walked over, and beside him was a whole group of heavily armed tribal warriors.

"Long time no see, High Priest of the Gangder tribe. Phil put her hands on her chest and lowered her body slightly, which is the etiquette in the church when facing the respected elders.

"Time flies so fast, the last time I saw you, you were a naughty little ghost running after a little turkey, but I didn't expect to grow so big now, and become a real witch, Fei'er. The high priest looked kindly at Fei'er, who had grown up and was sincere.

"It's all for the light, and I'll overcome it. Phil looked up, her long black hair fluttering gently in the wind, like scattered silk.

Here, there shouldn't have been any wind. The arrival of the wind proves that the power of the giant creature has begun to erode the barrier that protects the Southern Church. Although the Church's defense level was always the highest in a city, Phil didn't think that the defenses here could withstand the monster's attacks.

"This Lord is a being born in the wind, and in ancient legends it is called the Storm Dragon, Phil. After telling Fei'er what he knew, the high priest paused his crutches and released the highest level of the Guardian Secret Method on her.

"O ancestral soul, bless the best daughter of our tribe and let her gain wings of her own. ”

A transparent aura flashed, and something faintly invisible flew to Fei'er's side, and then sank into her forehead, causing a pair of wing-shaped marks to appear between her eyebrows.

"Thank you, High Priest. Fei'er pressed her forehead and felt the presence of the wings. It wasn't a physical wing, but an ancient spell that had been sealed in order to condense her own wings with little effort.

Although she can free her power to fly in the sky without this, with this can reduce her consumption a lot, which will play a very important role in the next battle.

"I wish you had called me the same as before, the best boy of our tribe. The High Priest looked kindly at Fei'er, who was already much taller than himself, and there was nothing more pleasing to the old man than to see his outstanding offspring.

"Well, see you later, Grandpa, and I'll come back victorious. Phil waved her hand in a dashing manner, then pressed the white ring on her wrist.

"Unseal, seal the magic ring!"

"Unseal, seal the magic ring!"

Not only her right hand, but even the sealing ring on her left hand was lifted by Fei'er this time, so the light that burst out from her body was twice as strong as just now.

Light, endless light poured out from Fei'er's body, all the way to the sky high in the sky, and even the divine enchantment could not stop the sky-rushing flames.

The golden light, the glorious brilliance of all things, the hottest and brilliant color of all the lights, belongs to Fei'er at this moment, and she is as dazzling and remarkable as a god in this beautiful color.

"Huh!" While the golden light surrounded Fei'er's body, the wing marks on her forehead also emitted white light at the same time, and after absorbing a large amount of huge magic power emanating from Fei'er's body, a pair of huge golden-red wings stretched out from her back.

It was the attachment of the souls of the ancient tribes to their daughters, turning into wings and being with her. If you change to someone else, you won't be able to summon wings even if you have such a mark.

In this city, the only person who can have the brilliance of God and the favor of the tribal ancestors at the same time is the seventeenth god witch Fei'er of the Southern Church.

"All for the only light, the hope of humanity. Phil unfolded her huge golden-red wings, and even though it was the first time she had used them, it was incredibly comfortable.

It is like a part of her body, not only giving her the power to fly, but also a mysterious power on this land, making her body more powerful and the flow of magic more flexible.

When the gale came, destroying all the buildings in the city except for the Sanctuary guarded by the "Sky Monument", and there were no debris left, the storm dragon finally came to the last fortress of the city.

In front of it, the last and strongest guardian of the church appeared, step by step from the earth to the air, and the golden wings behind him emitted a light like the sun, the seventeenth god witch of the Southern Church of the Supreme God Sect - Fei'er.

(To be continued)