That night, a flutter of wings descended from the high sky.
The residents of Gunuo City were still fast asleep, but suddenly the city was filled with the ringing of bells and the blast of horns. Elite soldiers quickly emerged, picked up their weapons, climbed onto the city walls, and prepared for battle.
On a late autumn night, the noisy and clamorous cries of crows weighed down like thick dark clouds. The birds with gray-black wings covered the night sky. Their eyes glowed with a deep purple light, wandering in the dark sky like thousands of ghostly flames, their eerie gazes gazing at the city under the night sky.
"Open fire!" The non-commissioned officers began to order the soldiers to fire, but they were unable to kill the Howling Crows flying in the air.
Suddenly, as if these crows had received some order, they all began to flap their wings in an eerily orderly rhythm, then circled in the sky, and a giant dark purple vortex formed in the sky.
It was as if a cold wind from the abyss of hell spread down from the sky and blew towards the city. Such a cold wind penetrated the walls and eaves, and even those hiding in tight beds could not be spared, making hundreds of thousands of people below shiver.
The lights in the city began to go out one by one, whether it was the oil lamps by the beds, the streetlights, the lanterns in the hands of passers-by, or the burning braziers on the city walls.
The lights on the ground seemed to be swallowed by an invisible black monster, until the earth became as dark as the sky, and the only sound in the world was the flapping wings in the sky.
In this swirling vortex, a vague eye began to emerge, and a great and nameless fear rose in everyone's heart. This pupil seemed to freeze the body, and there were no more secrets. Everything was exposed nakedly in this real eye, accepting the verdict of doomsday.
The world is quiet and silent.
Hundreds of years seemed to have passed, yet it seemed like only a moment. When the people on earth felt as if their minds were frozen, a melodious flute sound pierced through the silence and rang out in the dark night.
Then, in everyone's sight, a figure in a white dress slowly rose up.
Emerald butterfly wings gradually formed behind her. As the girl flew, tiny particles of light fell, dotting the depressing sky.
The eye in the sky then turned, staring intently at the slowly taking-off figure.
In a corner that is difficult for ordinary people to notice, the wings behind the girl began to emit a grayish-white luster, like rock, but it was soon dispersed by the emerald green light and restored. This cycle continued, with grayish-white and emerald green flashing on the edges of the wings, and a sense of danger and fragility spread.
Flying in the air, the wings behind Loran Hill became heavier and heavier, like huge rocks, and his body seemed to become stiffer. His thoughts were interrupted for a few microseconds from time to time, and he had the illusion that he might stop at any time.
Before she even saw the enemy, she was already on the verge of failure.
However, everything was not over yet. After the girl appeared, the crows flying in the sky stopped again, flapped their wings on the spot, and then dived down from the sky like arrows.
Purple meteors streaked across the sky one after another, so dense and powerful that almost the entire sky was dyed purple.
Under the influence of special magical power, the bodies of these crows gradually became ethereal, and finally turned into fleeting streams of light, piercing towards the girl in the air with unstoppable momentum.
The girl in the sky seemed to be frozen, her wings turned gray, countless purple meteors pierced her body, and thousands of streams of light tore her body apart, and then poured out from the front of her body.
The scene was like a giant funnel appearing in the sky. These purple meteors were like high-speed grains of sand, passing through the tiny pure white node in the middle and swarming downwards.
The dense meteors that tore apart the soul seemed endless, throwing the delicate body in the sky up and down like a broken doll from time to time.
"No..." On the ground below, Gweil, wearing thin clothes, stared at the sky blankly, feeling a little cold in her palms.
Is this the true hidden strength of the empire? It is so terrifying that she can't even detect where the other party is or what level he is.
In the sky, Miss Jialan, a Sequence 6, died tragically on the spot. Is this the fate that all of us are about to face?
In the dark pupils, the tiny white shadow rose and fell from time to time, and everyone's heart began to sink to the bottom.
A tall, axe-wielding man roared on the ground, but no sound came out, as if he was swallowed by the invisible darkness.
In a corner of the military camp, a man wearing glasses directed everyone to pull out the artillery, but he could never ignite any fire, and not even a spark could be seen in the darkness.
All beautiful beliefs are easily shattered in the face of cold reality, leaving people suffocated by endless despair.
Everything in his consciousness was so chaotic that Loran Hill couldn't even perceive his own existence.
who I am?
Pictures flashed by at high speed, each of them unrelated and fragmented. Among them were tall buildings, the boundless starry sky, a desk on a dim night, a shadow running in the fields, and a lonely figure walking down the street with a lost look on his face.
The characters in the picture are all different and their identities vary greatly. There are lonely workers in the city, ignorant students in school, children walking on country roads, girls flying in the forest, students attending classes in a bustling university, and an oriental girl weaving bracelets by the fire.
The memory seemed to be disrupted, and the soul was torn into countless pieces, forming a mottled and messy puzzle, making it difficult to see the original appearance.
The girl in the air's eyes gradually lost their luster and she slowly fell down like a broken feather.
Looking at the lonely white chess piece on the chessboard, Tidaisi closed her eyes slightly and prayed silently in her heart.
This was her first prayer since Dorothy's passing hundreds of years ago. She was a witch and didn't believe in gods, but even a witch had to face her own weaknesses and helplessness.
Although the witches now maintain peace on the surface, the hatred and conflicts of the past have not been resolved. The witches of the new and old eras have different concepts, and they cannot recognize each other by language alone.
Since the death of Atatis, no one has been able to unite all the witches. Now Loranhill's attempt can be said to be a risky one, but the witches on the opposite side are indeed stubborn and ruthless.
If the newly born witch cannot survive this test, everything in the past will be repeated, with both sides facing each other coldly and no chance of reconciliation.
"Whether it's the sun or the moon, since you created us witches, please bless that girl. This is already such a sad and cruel situation. Please let me have a sweet dream."
In the dark night sky, the girl slowly fell, and her blue hair faded and returned to a pale silver color.
Then, a purple-red apple slowly appeared in front of him.
Dark and poisonous, enchanting and strange.
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