Chapter 185 Broken Wings

It was night, and a flutter of wings descended from the high sky.

The residents of Gu Nuo City were still sleeping, but the bells suddenly rang out in the city, and the sound of the horn drowned out the sound of the horns. The elite soldiers quickly picked up their weapons, climbed the city wall, and prepared to fight.

In the night of late autumn, the noisy and clamorous crow's cries were suppressed like a heavy cloud. These gray-black-winged birds covered the night sky, and the pair of eyes glowed with a deep purple shimmer, like thousands of thousands in the dark sky. The quiet fire moved, and the strange eyes stared at the city under the night.

"Fire!" The non-commissioned officers began to command the soldiers to shoot, but they couldn't kill the Cold Howling Crows flying in the air.

All of a sudden, these crows seemed to have received an order, and all birds were like one. They began to flap their wings in a neat and strange rhythm, and then circled in the sky, and a giant dark purple vortex formed in the sky.

It seems that the cold wind from the abyss and hell spreads down from the sky and blows towards the city. Such a quiet wind penetrates the walls and eaves, and even if you hide in a tight blanket, you will not be spared, causing hundreds of thousands of people below to shudder. trembling.

The lights in the city began to go out one by one, whether it was the oil lamp in front of the bed, the street lamp on the street, the lantern in the hands of pedestrians, or the brazier burning on the city wall. .

The lights on the ground seemed to be engulfed by invisible black monsters, until the earth became as dark as the sky, and there was only the sound of the flapping wings of the sky.

In this swirling vortex, a vague eye began to emerge, and a great and nameless fear rose in everyone's heart. This eye pupil seemed to freeze the body, there was no secret in itself, and everything was nakedly exposed in this reality. In his eyes, he accepts the judgment of doomsday.

The world is quiet and silent.

Time seems to have passed for hundreds of years, but it seems to be only a moment. When people on the ground feel that their thoughts seem to freeze, a melodious flute pierces the silence and sounds in the dark night.

Then in everyone's eyes, a figure in a white dress slowly rose.

Emerald butterfly wings gradually formed on the back, and along with the girl's flight, tiny particles of light sprinkled down, adorning the depressing sky.

The pupil in the sky turned with it, staring closely at the slowly taking off figure.

In a corner that is difficult for ordinary people to detect, the wings behind the girl began to glow with a grayish-white luster, like a rock, but it was quickly washed away by the emerald green brilliance and recovered again. Danger and vulnerability pervade.

Flying in mid-air, the wings behind Roland Hill became heavier and heavier, like a boulder, and his body seemed to be a lot stiffer, and his thinking was interrupted for a few microseconds from time to time, and there was an illusion that it might stop at any time.

Before she could see the enemy, she was already on the brink of defeat.

However, it was not over yet. After the girl appeared, the flying crows in the sky stopped again, flapped their wings in place, and then their bodies swooped down from the sky like arrows.

One after another, purple meteors pierced the sky, and their momentum was so dense that almost the entire sky was completely dyed purple.

Under the influence of special magic power, these crows gradually became virtual, and finally turned into a fleeting stream of light, piercing the girl in the air with an indomitable momentum.

The girl in the sky also seemed to be frozen, her wings turned gray, countless purple meteors pierced her body, and thousands of streamers tore her body, and then poured out from the front of her body.

Such a scene was like a giant funnel appeared in the sky. These purple meteors were like high-speed sand grains, passing through the tiny pure white node in the middle and swarming down.

The dense meteors that ripped apart the soul seemed to be endless, and the slender body in the sky was thrown up and down from time to time like a broken doll.

"No..." On the ground below, Gewell stared at the sky in thin clothes, feeling a little cold in her palms.

Could it be that this is the hidden real strength of the empire? It is so terrifying that she can't even detect where the other party is or how many steps it is.

In the sky, the Sequence 6 Miss Jialan died tragically on the spot. Could this be the fate that all of us are about to face?

In the dark pupils, the tiny white shadows were thrown up and down from time to time, and everyone's hearts began to sink to the bottom.

A tall and strong man with an axe roared on the ground, but he couldn't make any sound, as if he was engulfed by the invisible darkness.

In a corner of the military camp, a man wearing glasses directed everyone to pull out the artillery, but it was never able to ignite any flames, and it was difficult for a spark to appear in the dark night.

All the good beliefs were easily shattered in the face of the cold reality, and people were suffocated by boundless despair.

Everything in his consciousness was so chaotic that Roland Hill couldn't even perceive his own existence.

who I am?

Pictures flashed at high speed, they were unrelated and fragmented. Among them were high-rise buildings, boundless starry sky, a desk in a dim night, a shadow running in the fields, and a lost walker. Lonely back in the street.

The characters in the picture are different, and their identities are also very different. There are lonely workers in the city, ignorant students in school, children walking on country roads, girls flying in the forest, and then bustling schools. The students in class, and the oriental girl weaving bracelets by the fire.

memory as if

Like being disrupted, the soul was also torn into countless pieces, forming a mottled and messy puzzle, making it difficult to see the original appearance.

The pupils of the girl in the air slowly lost their luster and slowly fell, like broken feathers.

Looking at the solitary white pieces on the chessboard, Tiides closed her eyes slightly and prayed silently in her heart.

It was the first time she had prayed since Dorothy had been gone for hundreds of years. She is a witch and does not believe in gods, but even witches have fragility and powerlessness that they have to face.

Although the witches maintain a peaceful appearance on the surface, the hatred and conflicts in the past are still unsolved. The witches in the old and new eras have different concepts, and it is impossible for them to recognize each other by language alone.

Since the death of Artatis, no one has been able to unite all the witches. Now this Roland Hill attempt can be described as an adventure, but the witches on the opposite side are indeed stubborn and ruthless.

If the new witch could not survive this test, it would be repeating everything in the past.

‘Whether it’s the sun or the moon, since you created us witches, please bless that girl, it’s already such a sad and cruel situation, let me have a sweet dream. ’

In the pitch-black night sky, the girl slowly fell, her blue hair faded and returned to pale silver.

Then, a purple-red apple slowly emerged in front of him.

Dark and poisonous, coquettish and eerie.