Chapter 89 Chapter 89 The Bone Warrior
Help their dragon predecessors?
An Feng had never actually met Knorr, but had only heard of him from Brad and the others.
The holy light dragon that was taken to heaven was once believed to be the prophesied dragon hero.
After the prophecy announced the true disappearance of the Dragon Warrior, Knorr no longer had any meaning to Heaven.
I heard that it stayed in the village of the old man who could speak dragon language.
At first, Longlong was a little reserved.
Later, I gradually became familiar with the villagers.
I heard that he even learned to dig the ground with his dragon claws, but because it was so hot that year, he got his dragon claws burned several times.
I think Heaven is going to take action against Brad this time, and Knorr, who is caught in the middle, must be feeling very uncomfortable.
The little angel exhaled, then frowned and looked up at the sky. He suddenly stretched out his hand, and the Bow of Judgment instantly emerged from his snow-white wings and was held in his palm.
An Feng strung the bow almost instantly.
The golden arrow was like a meteor, and with a clang, it hit the barrier at the edge of the sky.
The barrier slowly dissipated, and the tall figure behind the barrier flapped its snow-white wings, holding a sharp sword in his hand. The magic stone on the blade was emitting a soft golden light.
There was a hint of suspicion in his green eyes.
There is also a habitual sense of superiority.
"Angel?"
"When did you appear there?!"
"It's obviously going to be a while before the Kingdom's team arrives! Aren't they waiting for the angels' cooperation?"
Instead, are they waiting for the angels to inflict a devastating blow on them before finally coming to reap the harvest and encircle them?
The humans surrounding An Feng were panicked for a moment.
But An Feng methodically drew the bowstring again.
"Stand back."
Then the magic circle that lit up in the air collided with An Feng's arrow, like a small bomb exploding in the air, and the surging air waves made the surroundings even hotter.
"Um?"
The angel finally narrowed his eyes in suspicion and carefully felt An Feng's power.
"Are you the little angel who betrayed the light and succumbed to the devil?"
"Angel?"
"Huh? Stop it! Our teacher is a demon! A big, vicious demon!!"
"Right? Teacher?!"
Brad and his group retreated swiftly, but they were still trying to find a way to fight the angel in the sky.
Just when they were getting anxious, they suddenly heard this sentence and laughed out loud because they found it ridiculous.
Are you kidding me?
Still an angel?
Although their teacher had snow-white wings behind her, a round halo above her head, short platinum hair, and deep blue eyes, but other than that, how else did she resemble an angel?! ...Ahem, come to think of it, it seems that there is a slight resemblance.
Ordinary people like them have never had the opportunity to see angels in the past. They have only heard stories about angels, but they don’t actually know what they are.
To actually see an angel from heaven, to look at the angel, then at my teacher—hmm…
"Oh, so you're the so-called 'angel of light' who's unmoved by human expectations?"
An Feng had practiced his eloquence very well from his father, and he spoke with a deadpan expression.
"Then it's better for me to be a devil. Please remember next time, I'm not an angel, I'm a devil——"
As the words fell, the arrow flew out again, split in the air, and instantly turned into a rain of arrows, attacking the sky.
"Following the devil is quite a skill."
The angel wanted to resist easily, but found that he could not resist it, and could only dodge awkwardly in the end. Confusion and bewilderment flashed in his eyes, but because of his absolute support for the archangel, he finally looked at the little angel.
"You still have a chance to come back. Archangel Perfeid is always merciful and gives both humans and angels the opportunity to repent. This is our first contact, and also our final warning."
——'An Feng, your mission is to hold the bow of judgment tightly and eliminate all darkness in this world. Imagine yourself as a weapon against darkness. You don't need to think about that. Otherwise, you know what the fate of angels who willingly fall into darkness is.'
How similar.
An Feng smiled and suddenly flapped his wings and flew up.
The well-behaved little angel showed impatience on his face.
"Dad said, if you encounter something or someone you don't like, just turn it over—"
If you can't overturn it, then find an opportunity to overturn it.
"Hurry up."
An Feng took aim again.
"You sent more than one angel, didn't you?"
at the same time.
The entrance to heaven.
The Holy Light Dragon Knorr was stopped by the angels.
"I've been searching back and forth, and the only dragon who died over the years was my youngest brother—"
Knorr flapped his wings anxiously and confronted the angel in dragon language.
"So, according to the prophecy from the world, the dragon warrior can only be him."
Archangel Perfeita had already given the order.
The holy light dragon Knorr has joined forces with the traitors.
No longer able to enter heaven.
So the gatekeeper angel was only shaken for a moment after hearing this, but still stood firm in confronting Knorr.
"What do you want to say? Because the wrong dragon hero was chosen, the hero predicted by the world disappeared? But this should have nothing to do with Heaven or Master Bofeide, right?"
"have."
Knorr roared.
His little brother, who had a timid look but always bright eyes, had really left.
Because that year of snow disaster was as terrible as the current disaster year.
Whether the small body was covered by the snow, it finally became the beginning of the prophecy, like the bones of the past.
It was difficult for Knorr to describe the emotions he felt when he heard this prophecy.
The kind of grief that suddenly surges up again after the dust has settled.
"That's not right—"
The confused Holy Light Dragon has never been more clear-headed than at this moment.
"Even if he had survived, he wouldn't have been treated kindly—simply because he was a little black dragon."
Knorr roared in grief, relying on the few memories he had left.
"So he's absolutely not something you'll ever be interested in. Just like those traitors you've abandoned, why should you eliminate them without hesitation in the name of destroying darkness? This is all wrong. The laws governing this world are wrong! I'm going to find Lord Bofeide and tell him that this is wrong!"
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
This angel looked very young, and seemed to have only recently reached adulthood. There was hesitation in his eyes, but his long-term education made him refute loudly.
"How long has the world been operating like this? How long have you existed? How dare you claim that the laws governing the world are wrong? Moreover, light itself is the enemy of darkness—in short, I will never allow you to enter heaven."
See Knorr trying to break in.
This angel and Knorr grew up together and are familiar with each other.
Finally, she stood in front of him, took a long breath, and told him in a low voice.
"Go back, go back to your village. Lord Perfid has sent several powerful battle angels to destroy the faith of the human rebels in darkness. I heard that an angel has gone to the village where you have been living. If you are happy outside of heaven, Knorr, don't come back."
Knorr was stunned.
What can be done to destroy faith?
Let them repent or perish—and then completely destroy everyone and everything that knows the demon summoning circle.
Knorr hesitated for only a moment, then turned without hesitation towards the village where he first landed from heaven.
This is the rear of Brad and his group.
Many elderly people and children were housed here.
This is also where they have the largest number of demon summoning arrays before they occupied the new territory.
So it is understandable that this place was targeted by angels.
The magic circle on the horizon lights up.
The light rain descended from the sky with a fierce attack, targeting the summoning arrays in various parts of the village, and of course the traitors guarding the arrays.
There was a hint of compassion in the battle angel's eyes, and his snow-white wings fluttered behind him.
However, they were also told not to get close to the summoning arrays, otherwise the light rain would show no mercy.
As long as these traitors regain their devout faith in light and no longer associate with demons, his mission will be accomplished.
But his words seemed to have angered the people in the village.
Many young and middle-aged men who stayed behind to protect the rear waved their weapons, trying to resist the rain of light from the angels. They were unwilling to let the carefully maintained magic circles be destroyed, and even more unwilling to offer their so-called devout faith.
But before more casualties came.
The magic circle in the sky was destroyed by a dragon's roar.
Just a moment.
The holy light dragon flying in the sky was already fighting with the angel.
"Knorr——"
"It's Knorr!"
Humans exclaimed.
"Old village chief! Knorr is back!"
The angel frowned.
His spells were interrupted several times by Knorr.
We can only keep retreating.
His voice was even colder.
"Knorr, are you planning to confront the Kingdom of Heaven head-on? To stop us from dispelling these demonic summoning arrays? Have you forgotten the history you learned? How did those insidious and cunning demons break out of the Demon Realm and shake the entire world?"
"Of course I remember, but what you are doing now is worse than the devil—"
The Holy Light Dragon blocked the sky above the village, and the dragon's roar echoed in the sky, triggering waves of responses from the Warcraft Forest.
The Holy Light Dragon, which had been carefully cultivated by the Kingdom of Heaven, was on par with the current battle angel.
Moreover, Knorr was too tough, but the battle angels were attacking ordinary humans, which in itself involved a subtle psychological state.
He was forced to retreat step by step by Knorr.
Heaven at this moment.
On the Archangel's throne, Perfeide, who was already observing the battlefield situation because of the prophecy that the Six-Winged Sage would soon appear, looked at this scene indifferently.
He sighed deeply.
"The mistakes in past prophecies have left us with hidden dangers. This responsibility—I should bear."
He raised his hand, and an exquisite scepter appeared in his palm. He gripped it tightly and tapped the ground, and a huge magic circle spread out from under his feet.
Then, it seemed as if an asteroid, powerful enough to destroy everything, was flying over the horizon.
The people in the village were evacuated in an orderly manner, but it was too late.
Its target is the village, and it is also the sky battlefield that stands in front of the village.
That is the power from the most powerful angel - Archangel Perfeita.
Do you want to withdraw?
The angel beside him looked over blankly.
"Lord Perfield—? But there are still many ordinary people down there... It's not enough to just destroy the magic circle and those most stubborn humans—"
But this powerful force did not allow him to meet it again.
The battle angel gritted his teeth, flapped his wings behind him, and flew dozens of meters away. The next moment he spoke in surprise.
"Knorr? What are you doing?! Get out of the way!!"
The platinum dragon body moved forward towards the light that was the same color as his body.
There was also confusion in the red-gold eyes, but they became firm in the next moment.
All the power seemed to be waiting for this moment.
This is all wrong—
His youngest brother died because of all this, and this generation of dragons also quarreled and fought with each other, and never interacted with each other until they died.
Ordinary humans suffered, even if they were just trying to survive.
This year.
It took him a lot of effort to slowly come out of these thoughts: "It turns out I'm not that important," "What am I fighting for?", and "So what is important to me?"
Watching those little human cubs go from being confused and afraid to carefully climbing his dragon horns.
Then I watched other humans being cautious and vigilant, gathering together with hoes and tools to dig up the hot and dry soil in the ground.
So even if it can be corrected a little bit it would be great.
If he could change.
Flesh and blood melted in the destructive force.
Even though only dry bones were left and even the dragon wings were corroded, the sacred light dragon in the sky still stood in front of the devastating magic attack.
The sacred magic of light, when inflicting such a blow on a person, is always beautiful and dreamy, without any trace of blood.
But there were people shouting on the ground and children crying.
Knorr heard it.
"Knorr!!"
"Knorr!!!! Go, Knorr!!!"
"Longlong!! No, Longlong! You promised me that you would climb the dragon horns for me at night——"
But he is so useless.
When I was a child, I didn’t understand that what the elders said might be wrong, so my younger brother was gone and I couldn’t find him when I grew up.
Later, it was finally confirmed that he was not the dragon warrior as predicted and could not protect anyone. Perhaps when he leaned on the window and watched the youngest black dragon brother walk out of the house step by step, it became difficult for him to call himself a guardian.
Just like now—in such pain, the dry bones were slowly dissipating, and he tried to look at the village.
Even with all his strength, he can’t compete with the archangel, and he can’t even fulfill his promise. So how can he be a dragon warrior?
So - hurry up and go, don't stay there, he can't hold on any longer.
As he fell, Knorr vaguely discovered that there was a small figure blocking his way - the figure did not turn around, but suddenly four wings spread out behind him, blocking the magic that he was dragging - was he standing on their side?
Four wings?
Is this the sage prophesied to truly protect us all? If this is truly the sage prophesied about the world, surely he can correct all this? Ah… good, it seems he can help.
The keel fell, landing in the village he protected - the home and family he finally found for himself.
But as if it was fate, it easily avoided all people and buildings, as if it was lying down, protecting this place firmly under its body.
The dragon's magic crystal fell to the ground, flickering and then gradually dimming. After losing the magic crystal, the monster's consciousness will disappear quickly. At the last moment, he heard someone sobbing.
The dragon warriors turned into bones - as if it was a prophetic lament for the past, and also as if it was a perception of the future.
The voice was the same as when I first heard it, old but always steady.
"Knorr, there's no need to doubt yourself, even if you're not the world's chosen hero—"
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