The terror that the winged angel smiled at had not yet dissipated from the whispers of the exiles under the darkness, and the fear and panic still spread in this land of sin and no one dared to punish it, but the three main streets seemed quiet, as if the flames of war, a symbol of light, had never burned here, but in fact, in the moments before the storm came, there was only a dead silence, and the occasional wave of restlessness.

There are occasional sinners on the streets of the chaotic capital who shrank their necks forward, and now they don't have the heart to kill people and cause more trouble, and they don't bother to stand in front of some corpses that have long died and show a strong smile on their toes, compared to spiritual enjoyment, they are more inclined to their fragile lives can be absolutely guaranteed, you know, the chaotic capital has become a crumbling Sails magic tower under the hype of some authoritative places, the strong at the top are flourishing, and the weak and mainstays at the bottom are withering under the oppression, and if you want to live, you must leave。

Those distinct and small or treacherous eyes gently swept around, and eventually found the same place of belonging.

The spatial magic array of the chaotic capital, the dark flames on the five pillars of sacrificial magic have not yet been lit, since the last time they were ignited, this sinful land seems to have suffered some unknown terrible curse, one after another unbelievable bad news continues to sound, and now, this place can only introduce fresh black blood and cannot eliminate impurities, it is time to liven up.

But many people still think about the worn-out carriage that almost fell apart, and he has disappeared for a long time since the witch of the Lost Lands took the terrible magician inside, and no one heard the creaking of the carriage, even in the moment of crisis when the winged angel imposed sanctions.

Naturally, most of the criminals thought of the guy in the carriage as a nobleman who had nothing to do and came here to overlook the crime and chaos, and when faced with a life-and-death crisis, this kind of nobleman should have fled in a panic, but so far, no one has noticed the appearance of any guy who can have anything to do with the creature of the 'noble'.

Putting aside these innocuous thoughts for a moment, these sinful ones have more to worry about.

The space magic array in the chaotic city became even more noisy, the figures were sensational, the noisy shouting and the slightly hesitant shouts were intertwined, and these evildoers found that the number of aborigines in the chaotic capital had reached a very terrifying height, looking at each other's scarred but still extremely hideous strange faces, these guys who should have died suddenly gave birth to a kind of sympathy for each other, and their words became humble.

"Little brother, look at the scorched black scar on your face, it is cut by the flames, come, the old brother has decided to give you the hope of survival, praise the light! By the way, if you have time to wander around the back garden of the Ottoman Empire, just mention the name of the old brother, and you will definitely make those big nobles show a sincere smile to you. ”

The forced smile of a sinner who was a little thin in the crowd, as a young newcomer in the chaotic city, was already surrounded by a circle of 'fiery smiles', and the menace contained in the smiles of these sword-wielding swords was self-evident.

No one has ever dared to leave the chaotic capital without permission, this is the curse set by the black castle, leaving means death, no one has the courage to try to violate the curse of the devil, so they need a weak person to be a victim in the magic experiment, although staying in place only means that the pace of death is a little delayed, but for them, today by the light sanction or tomorrow by the clergy to cut off the head, the difference is not too big, because they are used to seeing life and death, so even the cry of despair is almost forgotten, rather than guarding a dead place where tombstones are erected at any time, it is better to roar to find a cave to survive。

He seemed a little desperate.

The emaciated sinner, a young man with a scabbed wound on his face, looked around helplessly, except for a few mages who gloated over the disaster with cold eyes, the rest of his kind showed a threatening look at him, and the sinner was often a wise forerunner who knew his way when it came to falling into a well.

Looking at the black castle with some awe, and then turning his head to look at the silent magic array, a look of longing flashed in the young man's blue eyes.

"Walk in, and you can get out of this hellish place. ”

"Walk in, and you can get out of this hellish place. ”

This sentence is like the murmur of a demon when it bewitches people's hearts, and the abyss of no return, in an instant, may become a paradise that everyone yearns for in their mouths.

The young man slowly walked slowly, his sluggish steps becoming more rapid with the burning longing in his eyes, and the 'old buddies' around him gradually breathed a sigh of relief, staring at the young man who was stepping into death.

A loud bang put an end to the farce.

Bursts of ancient murmurs suddenly came from the black castle, like the buzzing and roaring of mosquitoes in the night, this small creature is always disgusting, making many disdainful fools pay the price of blood, and there are shocked roars of exiled mages in the distance, although they have lost their former glory, their understanding of magic is no less than that of any magic guild elder on the Eternal Continent, and even when the wise eyes have witnessed the darkness, their perception of magic is better than that of those erosive mages who stay in the noble castle and enjoy life。

"It's a very obscure spell, and it definitely doesn't belong to the magical civilization that is common in the Eternal Continent today. ”

In a remote corner, a one-eyed mage stared at the black castle in amazement, and the only remaining pupil showed deep unease.

A mysterious black magic spell suddenly appeared on the majestic wall of the black castle, and then.

The black castle has collapsed.

The rubble and rubble trembled and fell like the end of the world, the dark and deep castle trembled like a giant in extreme fear, and the towering Gothic spikes were like a sword of Damocles falling from the sky, bringing the blood of sin and the wail of pain to the city of chaos.

At this moment, some people shouted, some people screamed, and more of them were the despair of lost souls, those faces covered with frost and blood abandoned the glory, but they did not forget the glory of the past.

In this second, the black distorted faith collapsed, and the black glorious land, which symbolized supreme power, was reduced to ruins.

The morning star in the sky is shining, is the light coming again?

Black dust rose to the sky, permeating the entire chaotic capital, faintly there was a majestic figure galloping out from the depths of the black castle, like a meteor-like bright starlight, exaggeratedly shining on the sky, as if deliberately announcing his appearance, this figure shuttled through the rubble, those seemingly powerful falling rocks seemed to be as insignificant as flies in front of him, he raised his hand, as if throwing a humanoid creature not far from the black castle, in the magnificent destruction movement, this inverted figure appeared like a meteor, the dazzling light bloomed away, and quietly disappeared。

The older generation of exiles in the chaotic capital finally couldn't bear it anymore, the excitement and uneasiness in their hearts urged them to act, and several faint breaths of despair regained their former majesty, all kinds of ancient fighting spirits were rampant, and cheerful magical elements were rapidly condensing, and familiar figures that had flourished in the past years suddenly appeared in this black and sinful land.

At the foot of the black castle, there was a ruin, and in addition to the rubble, there was also a thin body with a faint breath struggling to get up.

It was a child, with fists clenched, teeth gritted, and a not thick back and shoulders covered with shocking wounds that went deep into the marrow.

His dark eyes were a little bloodshot, and they bloomed with a strange light in the dark night, not like the ** demon wolf in the depths of the Verdun Mountains, but as pathetic as a lamb to the slaughter struggling to survive in the mouth of the demon wolf.

A black boulder fell, and the spilled and cracked gravel cut through the child's face, and a trace of blood slowly flowed from the scratched bloodstains, and against the black background, the child's lonely face suddenly had a strange smile.

"The brute of Wissar, the Sage, the Cathedral of Elder. ”

"I'm sorry. ”

"I survived. ”