But in the face of this black tide, it is worth mentioning. The hill-sized black Giant Wolf, four claws heavily landed on the ground, put it back, and then intertwined with each other, running between them, making a thunderous sound like raindrops. It usually falls in everyone’s heart.
Even if their heart is no longer beating, but at the moment, they can also feel the deep fear.
Before several epochs.
They have destroyed this World several times.
The records of the Wolf Disaster are recorded in the thick books of Vaunde that are dusted under the dust of history. The lines between the words are filled with the sorrow of despair.
And today.
They are coming again.
But this time, it is not the announcement of Judgment Day.
Dark Kouha stood on a high mound and clenched his fists tightly. The beautiful white Giant Wolf was by her side and said softly to her:
“elder sister, this is what Milos said to us, fate.”
“But I hate it all, I hate this World, I hate that man.”
“Mother?”
“Humph”
The black wolf pack, like the tide, rushes from the left and right sides of the high hills.
They surround Brando, as if they were guarding an aloof and remote king, and the long screams went straight and went straight in the direction of undead.
“Sovereign of Darkness Shepherd goes. Before Judgment Day, the disaster is behind. In his eyes, World has no secrets.”
Delphine absentmindedly read this passage.
The old words seem to be fulfilled at this moment.
Insidolon looked at the scene with disbelief.
“No!” He suddenly turned his head back. In Nine Phoenixes, one’s own colleague loudly said: “Targus, what are you still hesitating, the future that gives us a promise, is it realized? No, it doesn’t. Targus, we must stop him, Madara must not fail. !”
When he finished, he pulled out the sword and rushed toward Brando.
His movements were so awkward that neither Medissa nor Scippamira reacted. Feng Huo understood the Sir Undead, but she stood too far and could not easily catch up.
Insidolon rushed to Brando, and he raised his sword and stabbed him.
But Brando’s mind is tied to the five rising Holy Swords at the moment, but it is not completely unconscious. He only extended a finger and blocked the sword of Insidolon.
The latter’s face showed a desperate expression.
Brando looked down at him: “You violated your promise and smashed the glory of dark noble.”
“I don’t care, Lord Count, kill me, for Madara, I die without regrets.” Insidolon’s face showed a decisive expression, loudly said.
At this time, Medissa’s long spear will arrive, the gunpoint points directly at the back of Insidolon, and Targus wants to stop her. But it was blocked by Scippamira with a spell.
“Don’t, Insidolon!” Targus’s face showed an anxious expression for the first time: “Lord Thane, don’t kill him!”
The long spear of Silver Elf Little Princess stopped at the back of Insidolon.
Because she saw Brando shake his head.
Insidolon’s face was pale, and he certainly understood that he had just walked around the door of Grim Reaper. Undead is not afraid of perpetuity, but in the face of destruction, the first reaction of any wise existence is instinctive resistance.
Unless it is crazy.
But Insidolon is clearly not crazy.
“Why don’t you kill me?” He hoared. “Lord Count, let me give Brumand’s black roses to bury them. You are a good man, not a me.”
“I won’t kill you. Madara won’t die. You can still pledge allegiance to your queen. Haven’t you seen it yet?” Brando said to Targus, “Targus, take your friends down, he is a little lost.” Reasonable.”
Targus shook his head and bowed to Brando. He sighed and pulled forward one’s own colleague.
“Targus, why, have you also betrayed the empire?”
“My friend, you still don’t understand, this is your Will.”
“what……?”
Brando shook his head. The Black Lord is the future Madara’s number one genius. His innate talent on the battlefield is unparalleled. At the moment, he may be slightly younger, but in the future, he may have to surpass Medissa, not even more. People like Aouine Sanjie can be comparable.
But after all, there is no perfect person. This somewhat wild and intractable Madara general lacks a keen sense of political sensation and vision. Apart from Targus, his relationship with almost everyone in Madara is not so harmonious, perhaps because it is early. Out of this, the Madara’s supreme one will let him partner with Targus.
It turns out that these two people are also the perfect partner.
And thinking of the madam of Madara’s, Brando couldn’t help but rais head and look in that direction.
In the center of the Undead Army, which collapsed throughout the battlefield, the Queen and her personal guard still insisted that there was no retreat. Her Guard army was like a reef, standing in the middle of the battlefield.
A few kilometers away, Brando seems to be able to see the other pair of dark eyes, watching this direction silently.
So what is the other party thinking?
The madam of Madara’s.
He turned back.
The white silhouette has long since disappeared.
……
“where is this place……?”
The flames are burning, the sparks are flying, and the distorted heat waves blur the scene in front of them. It seems to be a street. The non-spacious street is covered with slate. There are two trenches for carriage ruts, burning on both sides. It is two 3-Layer high masonry buildings, but most of them only have frames.
From time to time, there are sounds of collapse of the building, as well as the sound of screaming, the screams of people in despair, the voice of pleading and roaring, the flames of the sky illuminate the sky, and the smoke rises into the sky, forming a thick black. cloud.
“This is Westminster? Bruglas…?”
“Why is this?”
There was a lot of noise in my head, as if there were countless voices lingering in them, those voices were like talking loudly, arguing with each other, and whispering, chattering, sometimes men, sometimes women, sometimes old people or children .
“Shut up! Give me a shut up!”
Tirste shook his head, loudly shouted:
All the sounds really stopped.
He saw another scene, a dark and empty World, and there was a field under his feet. A group of people wearing white robes and fluorescent people were walking forward. Those people had neither face nor hair. He seemed to be involuntarily Follow them.
“Tirste, Tirste!”
A Spectre-like voice through the Void, chant his name.
The voice reminded him of one’s own childhood. In the countryside of Winomare, he hid in the stable, and across a thin wooden wall, the nurse called his name.
Then the door was pushed open rudely, and he saw the face that often appeared in his dreams that made him least reluctant to recall, his nominal father, Goran Elson Duke. Duke is like a memory, expression is glaring at him coldly.
The face quickly changed into the appearance of his brother’s contempt.
“I want to kill you, Tirste.”
“No”
Tirste shouted in horror, but the voice quickly changed his tone in his mind, as if he had become the voice of his first woman and his maid, the poor woman who died of a disease. He thought he didn’t have much memory about it.
“Tirste, Tirste!”
“No, shut up, you damn ghosts, stay away from me.”
His face paled.
He drew back, the scenery in front of him was illusory, and the pale human figures disappeared. He saw an unblemished plain, black land. The bloody sky, the shouting of the shouting, poured into his mind like a tide.
“Ah”
Tirste screamed at one’s own ear, and he looked at the scene in front of him with pain and disgust. It was a fierce war.
Countless creatures, countless monsters, who couldn’t name them, smothered each other on the battlefield.
The party to fight seems to be human, but he has never seen such a powerful human being, they can summon all kinds of weapons. In an instant, on the battlefield, the general strength of Judgment Day was poured out. They had a fire on the battlefield. The monsters die in pieces in their hands.