Alien Species Knight Brigade

An associate professor in life engineering travels to a medieval European fantasy world. Using modern biochemistry, he discovers that viruses, bacteria, and parasites extinct in human history are a...

Chapter 775 Survival or Death (Part Six)

Ackerman walked up to Huggins and patted him on the shoulder: "All the citizens of Twilight City are hiding in the vaults beneath the inner city. We have nowhere to retreat but to fight to the death."

In the distance, another wave of undead, stepping over the hill-like corpses within the city, continued their assault on the inner city.

Huggins glanced at the endless darkness on the horizon, then turned to Ackerman, smiling and nodding. "I'm ready. How about you?"

Ackerman patted the black dragon emblem on his chest and smiled.

Harkins turned around, looking at the approaching sea of ​​corpses, raised his shield, and roared, "For my king!"

Ackerman stood beside him, drew his longsword, and shouted, "For my king!"

The shouts of countless soldiers guarding the inner city mingled together, resounding throughout the heavens and earth: "For our King!"

As if in response to these voices, the crimson hue in the air slowly faded, and a clear, deep blue gradually obscured the sky.

Seeing the strange phenomenon in the sky, Huggins looked up in surprise, even forgetting to speak.

A massive blue pillar of fire suddenly descended from the sky, instantly incinerating a large swathe of corpses in the city.

The blue pillar of fire moved continuously across the ground, gradually dispelling the darkness and bringing hope back to all living beings.

A translucent, pale blue soul dragon slowly descended from the clouds, appearing before everyone's eyes.

Its body was so enormous that the entire city of Muxi was shrouded in a light blue mist.

Any undead that gets close to the dragon will be instantly reduced to charcoal by the pale blue particles floating on its body.

Like a thick protective shield, the entire city of Muxi was completely sheltered under the giant dragon.

Having warded off the undead, the dragon dug its claws deep into the earth, reinforcing the ground and ensuring that earthquakes would no longer destroy the city.

It then coiled its tail around itself and positioned it on the city's coastline, ensuring that the tsunami would not have any further impact on the city.

Huggins and Ackerman lowered their weapons, looked up at the colossal soul dragon that had protected the entire city in the sky, and embraced each other joyfully, laughing with tears in their eyes, saying, "It's His Majesty! His Majesty has returned!"

All the guards cheered and ran to the top of the tower, facing the blue sky and shouting the name of the Dragon God.

Even the citizens who had been hiding underground came to the surface to worship and pray to the dragon in the sky.

The apocalypse continues.

In the aftermath of the earthquake and tsunami, countless burning meteorites began to fall from the sky.

They crashed onto the planet, turning mountains into hills and oceans into canyons.

The undead that roamed the land and the sea were almost wiped out by wave after wave of meteor attacks.

Then, one volcano after another began to erupt, filling the earth with lava and shrouding the sky in smog.

The undead hiding underground and in the air gradually disappeared amidst the flames and poisonous fog.

In the midst of the apocalypse, only one city, a sacred place called Twilight City, still stands on the earth, unchanged.

The soul dragon used its body to withstand the meteorites and lava, and its breath blew away the haze and dust.

The people of Muxi City walked out of the buildings, looking at the apocalyptic scene outside the pale blue sky, and quietly prayed that the calamity would pass soon.

I don't know how much time passed.

The falling stars in the sky gradually came to a stop.

The raging waves on the sea gradually calmed down.

The blazing flames beneath the earth return to the abyss.

The colossal dragon of souls in the sky, after enduring too much suffering, finally reached the end of its destiny.

The deep blue sky grew thinner and thinner, eventually turning into pale blue fragments that slowly drifted down into the city.

A king, in the final moments of his life, used an exquisitely beautiful blue snowfall to bid farewell to his people and fulfill his initial promise.