...A low roar came from the distance. The roar swept across the earth like a wave, and a frightening chill suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth. Buzureano's face turned livid at the same time, and he said with a Looking into the distance with disbelieving eyes, he felt a vague and fierce pressure. In contrast, An Fei, who was fused with the heart of nature, was protected in some way and had no reaction.
Silanberg in the carriage shook his body, pushed Black Eleven away with rough movements, and looked nervously into the distance. Although Black Eleven was a little confused, he did not dare to have any conflict with the highly prestigious high priest of light in front of him, so he obediently stepped aside.
"God...these guys are really..." Buzureano's breathing became heavier.
A gray-white shadow rushed up to the sky, flying towards here from a distance. Buzureano felt that the air was getting colder and colder, and the invisible pressure became clearer, like an invisible force. It swept between heaven and earth like a tsunami.
Chris and others in the carriage felt the pressure at the same time, and their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably. Not to mention Niya, Chris, Black Eleven and Apa were all very calm people, but now in their minds But there was only a blank space left, and what was surging in my heart was nothing but fear.
Ouch...another roar pierced the sky. Chris shuddered, came to his senses, barely controlled his body, and asked in a trembling voice: "Sir, what...what is that?"
"It's a dragon, a ghost dragon." Silanberg said with dull eyes.
After the War of the Gods, the territory of the continent has undergone tremendous changes, shrinking by almost half. Human saint-level warriors died in battle and disappeared, causing countless secrets and civilization treasures to disappear into the smoke of history. inside. 'From now on, there will be no strong man in mankind! 'This was the desperate lament of a king at that time, but fortunately, many super-level creatures also disappeared, and the world found a balance again.
But stories and biographies have been handed down, and these have clearly told people about super-level creatures such as elephant dragons and Behemoths. It is not something that one or a few of the current peak experts can fight against. Only those who have entered the holy realm can compete with super-level creatures. This has left many stories of slaying dragons or being slain by dragons. Let people experience the joy and tragedy of that era.
As one of the leaders of the Church of Light, Silanberg knew many, many secrets. He was even lucky enough to see super-level creatures, but he never expected that one would appear here, and it was not capable of influencing the overall war! Are those necromancers crazy? Or do they already have so many super-level creatures that they have nowhere to put them? Silanberg suddenly remembered the knife that An Fei used to completely destroy the bone prison technique. I felt like I understood something again.
The gray-white shadow flew closer and closer. An Fei squinted his eyes and looked over. He could clearly see that it was a giant beast composed of gray-white bones. What surprised him the most was the pair of bone wings that were constantly flapping. Can he fly with these things? It's not aerodynamic...
Just when An Fei was conducting physical analysis, the gray-white shadow suddenly opened its mouth, and a group of white spheres flew down towards them.
"Get out of the way!" Buzureano roared in a horrified voice.
Buzuliano does have the demeanor of an elder, he is no better than An Fei. The consequences of merging with the Heart of Nature are not all good. An Fei can't feel the slightest pressure now. Although he knows from Buzuliano's expression that this thing is very powerful, he still seriously underestimates the super-level creatures. Of course, he didn't know it was a ghost dragon. Buzuliano, who knew everything, did not dodge on his own. Instead, he warned An Fei and asked An Fei to move first. It was not easy to maintain his calmness under the tsunami-like pressure.
An Fei paused, then jumped out. In the blink of an eye, he activated his heart of nature again, trying to find the flaw in the magic. Breaking the magic gave him a sense of accomplishment. He wanted to do it again. After looking at it, I realized that the elements contained in that white sphere had far exceeded the energy and substance. It was simply a dense and hard crystal! An Fei immediately knew what he should do.
Buzuliano ran in the same direction. Although avoiding in the opposite direction would distract the ghost dragon, he was afraid that the ghost dragon would target An Fei. If necessary, he was willing to sacrifice himself for his promise.
With a pop, the white ball hit the ground with a very ordinary sound. But the white frost flowers that appeared on the ground spread quickly like ripples in a lake, turning dozens of square meters of ground white in the blink of an eye. The air also became thicker, and An Fei, who had rushed dozens of meters away, felt a bone-chilling chill coming from behind, making him feel painful and numb, and the Daguan Dao in his hand became like ice cubes. An Fei knew that it was because the capillaries and nerve endings were slightly damaged, which caused pain and numbness. Even if they were affected, they could cause damage. If it was a frontal
If it hits... An Fei can hardly imagine it.
The ghost dragon flapped its bone wings, opened its mouth and spat out a ball of white earth. At this moment, An Fei had already concluded that the attack just now was a small earth forbidden magic. When he looked up and saw the giant beast releasing magic again, he couldn't help but take a long breath. With one breath, he immediately spread out his body and flew forward quickly.
Buzureano, who was about seven or eight meters away from An Fei, chose the opposite direction this time. The distance of seven or eight meters was enough to determine who the ghost dragon's attack target was. He did not need to let An Fei accompany him. Get beaten together.
Sure enough, the ghost dragon opened its mouth and spat out magic, chasing Buzuliano's running figure. Buzuliano instantly transformed into a giant bear, more than twice as fast, and turned into a ball of silver light and rushed straight towards distance. As for whether running on the ground can avoid being chased by the ghost dragon, that's not important. What's important is that the people here can avoid irresistible threats.
Buzuliano's mind was moving quickly, and An Fei's was not slow either. He turned around and looked at Buzuliano's back, with a look of gratitude in his eyes. He is a person who knows well. He can tell who is good to him and who is hiding evil intentions. Although Buzuliano's love for him is somewhat exploitative, sometimes being exploited is not a bad thing. People who are useless are the real sorrows.
The ghost dragon spread its bone wings. It ignored Buzuliano, who fled into the distance, and An Fei, and flew towards the carriage. Opening his mouth, he spit out the white sphere again without any new ideas, and hit the quietly parked carriage.
An Fei's eyes widened. He always believed that Silanberg must be capable of fighting. The reason why he had not launched yet was just waiting for the best opportunity. Even if something goes wrong, Susanna is still able to escape with Niya, and Chris and Black Eleven don't have to worry about him. Although the magic released by the giant beast is extremely powerful, its speed is lackluster. The first attack was affected because he was too I was careless and wasted time.
A figure soared into the sky from the carriage, facing the ghost dragon's magic unstoppably. The hood of the carriage turned into countless fragments and shot out behind the figure. Before An Fei could see clearly who the figure was, the two had already collided. At the same time, the magic released by the ghost dragon was suddenly dispersed. Large and small crystal fragments splashed down like a goddess scattering flowers, while the figure fell heavily to the ground.
Two looming wings of light stretched out from behind the figure, fluttering in the wind, carrying a sacred aura. An Fei was shaken, and he recognized that person as Susanna!
Susanna did not look at An Fei. She slowly raised her head and stared at the ghost dragon hovering above her head. Her beautiful eyebrows were still straight, but her beautiful eyes were flashing with an indifferent cold light. Bloodshot eyes slowly flowed from the corners of her mouth. It proved that she was injured in the impact just now.
An uncontrollable anger rose in An Fei's heart, and what he was most worried about happened. Among them, he holds too many secrets and has great value for digging. Chris has a noble status, Niya is Thor's daughter, Black Eleven and Apa are not capable enough, so when they encounter a critical moment, Susanna is the most suitable victim. Although she became a high-level swordsman before she was twenty, she had a bright future, but her future was not a bargaining chip, at least not to some big shots who were used to controlling the fate of others.
An Fei's eyes instantly became colder than Susanna's at the moment. He was a little abnormal. Under normal circumstances, the more An Fei hates a person, the more he will maintain friendship with the other person, never let the other person notice, and then find a person. The best chance to deliver an irreversible fatal blow, but at this moment, he really couldn't control himself, and he didn't want to control himself.
The grass trembled slightly, and a whole row of Dark Knights appeared. The leader was not the Dark Knight, but an undead skull-like creature holding a huge scythe, but his body was much taller than the Dark Knight, and he did not look like the bones left behind by humans. , The two feet riding on the bone horse are almost touching the ground, and the naked bone horse is shaking as if it is overwhelmed.
Silanberg stood up from the broken carriage. Chris and others with painful expressions on their faces stood behind him. Niya was a little unsteady. With her strength, it was difficult to withstand the pressure of super-level creatures. , it was only with Chris's support that he could barely straighten his body.
Silanberg seemed to feel something, and looked back at An Fei. Seeing the undisguised hostility in An Fei's eyes, he couldn't help showing a look of astonishment.
Buzuliano, who was sprinting back, had already rushed into the Dark Knight's battle formation. He was so powerful all the way until a huge scythe swept over, forcing Buzuliano to take a few steps back. The silver-white mane stood up like a needle, and Buzureano's eyes had turned blood red. He regretted a little. Both he and Silanberg underestimated the hidden strength of the magic mist, but now Regret has no value anymore.