In the center of the island, the fallen dragon skeleton, which had grown as big as a mountain due to its explosion before death, seemed to have completely lost its life force.
An inconspicuous bone joint at the end of its tail vertebrae, which was darker and almost black in color than other bones, suddenly fell off silently!
The moment this bone joint separated from the main body, it burst out at an astonishing speed!
It is like a black lightning, growing longer as the wind blows.
It instantly transformed into a miniature dragon body that was only one meter long, covered with deep black jade-like scales, but with an extremely complete shape!
This miniature black dragon also has pale traces of holy light erosion on its body, but a purer and more restrained dark origin surges in its core!
It didn't even make a sound, but its new vertical pupils, also burning with dark golden flames, swept coldly over everyone present.
Especially the direction of Mark and Kyle, with a touch of sarcasm and... a hint of cunning after surviving a disaster.
whoosh——!
The supersonic scream finally sounded!
The miniature black dragon transformed into an inky stream of light that was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye, instantly tearing apart the turbulent energy and the gloomy green miasma that had not yet dissipated.
Without looking back, he plunged into the endless fog deep in the Corrupt Dragon Swamp and disappeared without a trace!
Where the Skeleton Lord had fallen, only a huge empty shell, completely dull and covered in cracks, remained.
As for the werewolf Warwick Bennett, he has long disappeared.
Perhaps it had quietly escaped in the dark frenzy of the Skeleton Lord's final dive and explosion.
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On the edge of the Rotten Dragon Swamp, in the misty region in the middle of the Warcraft Mountains.
Warwick Bennett was like a flash of black and white lightning blending into the night, silently moving through the rotten mud and gnarled dead trees.
Every time the claws touched the ground, only a tiny drop of mud was splashed, and the terrifying speed brought by the werewolf form was brought to the extreme.
Deep within its golden pupils burned shock and anger, as well as a subtle hint of fear.
The Skeleton Lord's final crazy outburst became its perfect cover.
Taking advantage of the moment when the destructive dark tide swept across the Wulong Lake Island and the energy turbulence tore apart all perception.
It abandoned the ceremony site without hesitation, abandoned Spin, whose life or death was uncertain, and even abandoned the fallen dragon skeleton that had been awakened with countless efforts and had become a huge empty shell.
"Damn Holy Light lackeys! Damn thieves! And that weird priest!"
Warwick roared inwardly, his wolf mouth silently widening, revealing his sharp white fangs. "The Enlightenment Society's plan... was shattered by a bunch of ants and an accident! We must evacuate immediately and report to the 'Wise Ones'... Especially that Mark Stu! The power he possesses..."
There were some other things that Warwick didn't dare to mutter in his heart.
That is, its foolish master actually allowed the Sister of Flame, who could summon the Seraphim, to come to the ceremony site.
It's so stupid!
Before he could finish his thought, a murderous intent cold enough to freeze his bone marrow suddenly locked onto him without any warning!
Warwick's running figure suddenly stopped, his strong muscles were tensed as iron, and his black and white hair stood on end.
Its golden pupils suddenly contracted and stared straight ahead.
The thick, gloomy green miasma was pushed away by an invisible force, and a snow-white, majestic unicorn warhorse stood quietly.
On the horse's back sat a knight.
The silver full-body armor exudes a cool luster like moonlight, covering every inch of the knight's skin.
Under the silver knight's visor, only a pair of holy silver eyes and three dark golden lightning-shaped scars faintly visible under the right eye were revealed.
Like an ancient cold pond, it is deep, cold, and without a trace of worldly affairs.
The knight's hair was pure silver-white, neatly tied back behind his head, blending in with the mane of the divine horse under him.
He held the reins in one hand and the other hand just hung casually, but the posture itself was like a peerless divine weapon that drank blood as soon as it was unsheathed.
The leader of the 13th Holy Knights of the Church of Holy Light, Alfonso Lin!
Warwick's heart sank into an icy cave in an instant, and an unprecedented chill gripped it.
impossible!
The Enlightenment Society had clearly deployed the highest-level strategy of "luring the tiger away from the mountain" to lead this formidable young leader of the generation to the Arctic ice field thousands of miles away!
How did he get here?
Right at the edge of the Rot Dragon Swamp, precisely blocking its retreat?!
"Alfonso Lin?!" Warwick's voice was hoarse and dry, filled with disbelief and horror. "You...how come you are here?! The intelligence of the 'wise men'..."
Alfonso Saint's silver eyes swept over the werewolf indifferently, as if he was looking at the dust on the roadside or the livestock on the chopping block waiting to be slaughtered.
No answer, no question, not even a hint of emotion.
Just as Warwick was enraged by this extreme contempt, and the dark magic of the Claw of Annihilation instinctively began to gather at the tip of the claw—
Alfonso moved.
There was no earth-shaking outburst of momentum, no dazzling flash of holy light.
He simply disappeared from the back of the unicorn warhorse in a very natural way.
Time seemed to be infinitely stretched, yet it also seemed to be just a blink of an eye.
Warwick only felt a flash of silver light before his eyes, and the last image remaining in his vision was his own shocked and distorted wolf head reflected in Alfonso's silver eyes.
Then, there was endless darkness.
“Puff—”
A cutting sound was heard, so soft that it was almost drowned out by the sound of the swamp wind.
Warwick's hideous head, covered with black and white hair, with a frozen expression of horror, silently left his neck and rolled into the dirty mud.
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