The sky was dark again, but this time, it was the puppets flying in the air in a neat line that obscured the afternoon sun.

A gust of wind swept past Ivan, and Ivan's vision could only catch a vague shadow scurrying up to the city walls, and then the shadow froze into a woman with scattered red hair.

Without saying a word, the Inquisitor of the Wizarding Alliance crouched down, and the aqua blue ball rose from her palm and floated in front of her eyes. The ball spreads its pure white wings like clouds, quietly spreading soft white and blue points of light.

"Please take him down. Serin-sama uttered a calm voice, and then, suddenly, she turned around and looked out at the hordes of demons screaming across Price Bay.

"Open the gates!"

Selin's tone was suddenly irritated for some reason, and as she shouted these words, the sky lit up brighter than the sun. The puppet sensed the wrath of the Inquisitor and shot into the forest like an arrow from the sky. The soldiers turned the hinges of the city gate, and the large puppets lined up in two rows rushed out of the city gate at the first time, without needing to put down the chain bridge, and the chariot-like puppets automatically spread out their fin-like devices when they approached the river, and the already turbulent water suddenly set off huge waves, and the roar even overshadowed the sound of the waterfall.

Presumably, at this time, all the officers and soldiers guarding the north side of the city wall were stunned by the deafening sound of the battlefield, the splashing river and the splashing snow and ice soared all over the sky, and the bird-shaped flying puppets kept repeating the round dance of diving and flying, stirring up rolling clouds. The forest was shrouded in light and flames, and the demons who had no time to escape were buried in the light, but the figure of Sloth had long since disappeared.

A qiē quickly calmed down, and within a few minutes, the pine forest near the side of Price Bay was reduced to wreckage. The flames that had not yet been extinguished crackled on the toppled tree trunks, the smell of charred corpses and dead wood spread with the rising snow mist, and the sound of waterfalls and flowing water seemed to sound suddenly at this time.

Selin looked at the puppet standing still on top of the ruins from afar, his tense face showing a fierce expression.

She closed her lips tightly and stood for a moment, her expression softening a little.

Ivan, who was standing under the city wall, looked at Selin's figure in a daze. Selin shook his long hair and didn't even look at him, just watched intently as the soldiers carrying the stretcher carried the wounded man away. Ivan took a deep breath, then ran towards the watchtower.

From the watchtower, you can reach the top of the city walls!

"What for?"

A cold sword lay in front of him, and he hurriedly stopped, looking at the knight who stopped in front of him with incredible eyes. The man who was hurt, he was-

"Mr. John is injured!" Essia cried out in exasperation, "Your Majesty, that magician just now is Mr. John Yafil we were looking for!"

Vincent waved his hand expressionlessly, the knight lowered his sword, and Ivan and Aisha ran back to the watchtower as fast as they could. After a few turns along the watchtower's stairs, Ivan almost bumped into a panicked-looking sentry.

"Where was the sorcerer sent?" he asked, grabbing the sentry by the collar.

"That's it, it's over there......"

The sentry, perhaps frightened by him, subconsciously raised his hand to the west side of the watchtower. Ivan let go of his hand, and the two ran some more distance.

An officer in his forties stood in the middle of a gloomy hallway. He had his back to the two galloping children, facing the passage to the city wall, his hands hanging at his sides, clenched into fists.

Ivan had never seen the officer before, but he felt as if he was covered in a layer of frost, and he couldn't help but slow down slightly. The officer turned suddenly, and under his furrowed brown eyebrows, a pair of piercing eyes glared at Ivan sternly.

"Please, we're going to see Mr. John!" said Asha immediately and impatiently. The officer's eyes widened suddenly, "You are?"

"I'm Ivan Yafir......"

Ivan's voice began to tremble for some reason, and just by announcing his name, his heart felt as if it was empty, and it was stuffed into ice and snow again. The officer's eyes widened, and the eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets.

"You're Ivan?"

Before he finished speaking, his big hand reached over and grabbed Ivan's hand hard, "I'm your father's friend, come with me!"

In a small room near the city walls, John lay quietly on a stretcher.

There was only a little blood on the placket of his blue-gray clothes, and his hands were placed in front of him, and his face was a bloodless blue-purple. In his left hand, he held a small yellow ball, which no longer had a trace of luster, and cracks were all over the surface of the ball, as a wind attribute magic crystal, it had been completely damaged.

The therapists in the army were scrambling to fetch the medicine and bandages, and they tore John's shirt and gasped. Drops of blood oozed from the wound, and the skin was covered with a layer of hoarfrost, making it difficult for blood to circulate.

Wounded soldiers were constantly being brought in, and the heavy smell of blood mixed with the pungent smell of potions, it was an extremely alarming smell, as if a biting cold wind poured from the nose into the head, into the chest, and made the chest clench.

Despite the hurried footsteps of people, the screams of wounded soldiers, and the nervous conversations of healers, Ivan felt like he had been thrown into a world of utter loneliness......

Darkness crowded him from all sides, and he was the only one standing here, listening to his heartbeat.

I don't know how long it took, but a small hand silently held his hand.

Ai Xia, who was silently watching him, slowly turned sideways, and her purple pupils flashed with a light that was both worried and hopeful.

However, he didn't know what expression to use to face this qiē. He felt that it was difficult for him to even breathe, as if it was unbearable cold to breathe the air in his lungs. Some blurry images from a long time ago keep coming to mind like a residual nightmare.

It had happened four years ago, and he had seen some tall black shadows riding strange creatures in the distance, and his mother, Wendy, had suddenly put her hands on his shoulders and told him to hurry up.

He stood in front of a snowy cemetery, a priest dressed in black reciting a lengthy eulogy in mournful tones. There were people all around, but he couldn't remember who they were, what they said or did.

The whole world seems to have disappeared.

Cool flakes of snow fell above his head, on his face, on the tips of his stiff fingers. At that time, there was nothing but darkness in his mind. He forgot to think about it, and let his tears freeze in the cold wind.

"Don't be afraid. ”

The mother's extremely serious voice suddenly appeared here again as she turned around, and Ivan's body shook for a moment, and he was stunned for a moment before he felt someone gently caress his face with a soft finger.

"Mr. John will be fine, trust me. ”

Aisha was right in front of him, her brows lowered, and she smiled more bitterly than crying, her gentle words were obviously so soft, but they were clearer than the noise around her. "Mr. John is very good, Lord Selin has also treated him, and he will wake up later. Don't cry, Ivan, or Mr. John will be sad when he sees it. ”

I...... Crying?

Ivan hurriedly raised his hands and wiped his eyes carelessly. His eyes were wet, and even Aisha's fingers were stained with his tears. It's a shame, he doesn't really have a deep affection for John, but if John dies like this, he will definitely not be able to stand it!

I can't stand it anymore...... Looking at a familiar person...... Close relatives...... Forever and forever left his world, this kind of thing...... How could it be a second time!

Even though he hadn't been in touch with John for a long time, he had always thought that if he returned to his home on Messiah, he would definitely see John, but ...... If even John is gone, what is left of that home?

"Ivan!"

The officer who called himself Remy Thames suddenly appeared behind Ivan, and his big strong hand slapped Ivan on the back, Ivan coughed, turned his head, and his heart seemed to be pinched tightly by someone.

Thames stared at him solemnly, and raised his hand to gesture to the small room.

"John, he's awake, you...... Come over here. ”