Fairy tale: Little Red Riding Hood's wolf mentor

Gils's line of sight was completely blocked by Switzerland in terms of geographical location.

But in the bizarre and eerie magic, he still firmly locked onto the invisible Lake.

Next to him, Fur also looked crazy, and lit the tinderbox in his hand for the third time.

The flame, shaking in the bloody wind.

But what this flame brought was no longer light, but complete darkness, a sky that could not see the slightest light, a dark curtain without light.

Everyone froze, whether it was the Goths or the Swiss soldiers who still had sanity—

This was no longer the effect that ordinary magic could produce.

"What... is that?!"

Even the voice of the Happy Prince became trembling, he looked up, but could not see the slightest light from the sky.

The heavy shadow carried a sense of oppression filled with blood.

All human beings felt stinging pain all over their bodies when this darkness arrived.

"What is this darkness?"

The long wind suddenly stopped.

Or rather, a long wind without warning swept in from one end of the direction.

But only a small number of people suddenly realized that this was the long wind, being blocked by something, something that suddenly appeared, something the same as a mountain.

"The black thing in the sky is a... hound?!"

The stronger the detection ability, the easier it is to see the truth of this abrupt shadow, and all those who see the truth find it difficult to have a trace of resistance.

If someone from afar looked towards this place, they would see a hound exceeding a thousand meters in height, suddenly appearing on the war plain.

He sat on the ground and slowly raised his claws—

Or rather, it was a cloud of death a thousand times heavier than a meteorite!

Its pupils were obscured by the clouds in the high sky, appearing a little hazy, and the faint green light like moonlight was still motionless, but it seemed to be searching for the earth it would soon destroy.

"These devils, they, they... where did they find such a thing..."

In front of the Happy Prince, the second hound was already on the verge of death under the attack of Lake, the Bone Guard, and the Conquering Fleet.

But the Bone Guard brought here from the kingdom of Bo Ren was already full of cracks and would definitely not be able to support the next battle of the same level.

Not to mention, in front of the third hound, the huge Bone Guard was just like a doll.

"Could it be that after heaven is gone, I really can't do anything?!"

The Happy Prince felt a little blocked in his heart, but he still did not let go of the golden long sword in his hand.

Finally, a clear light burst out from his sapphire pupils, his golden eyebrows slightly raised, he pointed his sword at the distant darkness, and roared:

"That's just darkness, dispel the darkness, and it will be dawn—kill!"

All the Goth soldiers heard the voice of the Happy Prince, and a little streamer overflowed from their blood-red eyes, and they also raised the spears in their hands high, no longer caring about the death sinking above their heads.

The sound of horses' hooves was submerged by the earth's trembling.

But no one dropped the spear in their hand.

"The third hound, so it really exists..."

In the darkest shadow, Polo's eyes looked at the shadow cast by swords and swords on the battlefield, symbolizing the shadows of the two sides, colliding together like surging tides, tearing into broken splashes.

Until the end, a mountain appeared on the battlefield.

"The first hound, its eyes are as big as teacups, and what it stepping on is countless copper coins, the second hound, its eyes are as big as waterwheel wheels, and what it is stepping on is countless silver coins, the third hound, its eyes are as big as round towers, and what it is stepping on is countless gold coins..."

Polo looked up, looking at the darkness shrouded the battlefield, muttering, "Tinderbox, I would actually encounter a tinderbox on the battlefield—

Moreover, this world has distorted countless things, but the size of the hound has not reduced at all!"

"Mr. Polo, I have already locked in the location of the shadow of the person you mentioned who uses the tinderbox."

A voice sounded from Polo's ear, and the figure of Princess Marlene condensed from the depths of the shadow beside him, her voice sounded much weaker.

She took a light breath, raised her hand, and pointed to the dense battlefield shadows in the sky.

Polo's eyes focused, under the effect of [Ring Return: Shadow of Oblivion], he became more and more skilled in cooperating with Princess Marlene.

"Thank you, leave the next battle to me."

The shadow, under the guidance of Princess Marlene, formed a twisted passage, refracting to the direction of reality, in this temporarily pieced together shadow world, every shadow in the real world was connected together.

Polo's eyes were fixed on a shadow holding a tinderbox in the Swiss army formation.

His figure gradually blurred, turning into a black shadow.

The tinderbox, this fairy tale, Polo began to guess when he saw the second giant dog appear.

At first, he lurked in the shadows in order to ambush those Swiss officers with the soldiers of the Shadi Kingdom.

But now, when the third hound appeared, Polo understood that he could no longer wait.

If the third hound launches an attack—

Whether it is the Goth soldiers or the ordinary people in this plain, every city will be destroyed under such an attack that can be called a natural disaster!

There are too many fairy tales.

But when something that does not have much presence in a fairy tale truly appears in reality.

In this world, it may not be a good thing.

It does not bring happiness and childlike innocence, but rather death like night.

"Tinderbox, I only hope that after the tinderbox changes owners, the hound will change its allegiance like in the story!"

Polo bit his teeth.

The curtain of reality was peeled off rapidly in the chaotic shadow, like gradually approaching the surface of the sea from the deep sea, Polo even heard the clanging of swords and guns!

If he fails, the only thing he can do is to take Lake and the Happy Prince and escape into the shadows in order to avoid this disaster that can almost be called unsolvable!

……

"Woo, woo—haha, hahaha!"

In the Swiss army formation, Fur looked at the flames dancing on the tinderbox in his hand, laughing wildly and gesticulating wildly.

The arm holding the tinderbox showed a scorched scar, still climbing upwards along his skin, but he was completely unaware.

Perhaps, a long time ago, he was not a murderous pervert, and would also fight to protect certain things.

Also want to... be a good person.

But when unimaginable power was mastered in his hands, greed and desire gradually deviated him from his starting point.

"Haha, really, terrible power..."

On the other side, Bluebeard Gils also looked up at the sky, at this time, he no longer had any doubts, and laughed trembling all over.

Before coming, they all knew the power they carried was so powerful.

But when they saw with their own eyes the overwhelming shadow and darkness, they realized more clearly that this is a power that can completely destroy the world!

Gils and Fur in the past were just ordinary people.

But after contacting the power of demons and hell, and now, they felt this oncoming oppression for the first time.

"Hey, I suddenly feel that my tactics and strategies are meaningless at this moment."

Bluebeard Gils suddenly laughed strangely again, "As long as your tinderbox, as long as you point it lightly, everything in front of you— solid cities, countless soldiers, those flying ships and armors made with great effort, those mages who are mysterious all day long.

All obstacles will turn into dust and powder under the mountain.

After today, as long as I take the surviving soldiers and cross the unlucky ghosts who have been trampled into blood and bone powder—the footsteps of hell will be closer."

"Found that Goth king."

Fur's eyes stared at the flame流(焰流: flame flow) dancing in his hand, and through the flame flow, he seemed to be connected to the pupils of the giant hound in the sky, overlooking this battlefield shrouded in shadow.

And at this moment, in the everywhere shadows, behind Fur, a faint shadow also emerged—

Polo jumped out of the shadows and pounced towards Fur!

"Huh? Extremely stupid!"

At the moment when Polo's figure appeared from the black shadow.

Gils next to Fur seemed to have perceived something long ago, a cold light flashed under his blue eyebrows, and he raised his sword and stabbed towards Polo's shadow.

Polo's figure twisted at high speed in the air.

Super high reaction force allowed him to dodge Gils's attack and skillfully landed on the other side of Fur.

"A wolf? I've seen you in Danterling, and I've been guarding against you!"

Seeing this scene, Gils continued to sneer, and the arrogance just now was now replaced by a ferocity of early preparation and a successful trick.

"Do you think we Swiss will not guard against you? You have always been like this, hitting a stone with an egg!"

"A wolf? The one the marshal said earlier?"

On the other side, a trace of ease also flashed across Fur's face, he looked at Polo who landed, and gently pointed his other hand.

The next moment, at Polo's feet, a dusty apron like a carpet emerged light from under the cover of dust!

A flashing magic array formed on the apron.

In just a moment, the space around Polo and even the apron was locked instantly—

This is an extremely powerful magic, in such a seal, even a hound as huge as a mountain cannot make any movements!

"Fortunately, my treasure is more than one piece."

Fur's eyes flashed a trace of contempt, no longer placed on Polo, but moved to the high place, the thousand-meter hound.

"Goth king, since this world has to be destroyed, then please, die at this moment—"

In Fur's voice, the hound's cloud-like front feet pressed down heavily with the buzzing of the strong wind and air pressure!

But in the end, the earth-shattering loud noise that should have occurred did not appear.

At the moment when Fur and Bluebeard Gils looked away, the second shadow darted out from under Fur's feet—this shadow was closer to Fur's body!

And the strength and speed of the attack were more precise.

The second Polo, or... the real Polo, jumped up from the shadows and bit Fur's hand holding the tinderbox.

In his wolf's pupils, a flash of bright red flashed by.

Fur didn't have time to react at all, the next moment, his raised arm was only left with pale white broken bones and a fountain-like blood.

And Polo did not stay, after biting off the tinderbox, his figure disappeared into the shadows of the ground again.

As for the "Polo" sealed on the apron, it was swallowed by the darkness of the ground together with the apron spread on the ground.

Did not stir up the slightest ripple.

"Hound, stop."

In the shadow world, the wolf-shaped shadow manifested by [Ring Return: Shadow Will] naturally drilled into the bottom of Polo's feet.

Polo's eyes stared at the tinderbox in front of him, and in his eyes, the glory of magic overflowed.

The broken hand that Fur held on the tinderbox turned into a piece of blood-red granulation at this moment, submerged into the texture on the surface of the tinderbox.

Inside the texture on the surface of the tinderbox, those flesh and blood, like soaked into a sponge, disappeared invisible.

After this, the thousand-meter hound like a black night on the battlefield disappeared without warning, just like when it appeared.

The sky was quiet, and the sun shone again on the battlefield covered with blood.

The long wind rolled back with the filling airflow!

"Unfortunately, this tinderbox is not something I can use at will, it needs some conditions."

Polo wrapped the tinderbox with a magic apron, hid into the depths of the shadow, raised his head, and looked at the battlefield again.

The soldiers of the Shadi shadow army had already killed out along the passage connected by Princess Marlene's shadows, they waved their swords and guns, and emerged from behind every general in the Swiss army.

"This war should be over."

Polo also said in a low voice, he found the location of Lake, his figure disappeared again, and appeared behind Lake.

The appearance of the third hound had the greatest impact on the Swiss army itself.

Whether it was the appearance or disappearance, it brought great casualties to the Swiss army!

"Kill Gils and those leaders, perhaps, these Swiss people who still have sanity can return to human rationality—most of them are not from Switzerland, but... countries conquered by the Kingdom of Switzerland."

Goth soldiers took advantage of the war and cracks and tore a bloody path in blood and swords.

Lake and Polo jumped out of the shadows again, in front of them was the commander of the Swiss Kingdom, Marshal Gils.

At this time, this Bluebeard guy had completely become the appearance of a devil.

One of his twisted and terrifying arms was already held Fur's neck—the former soldier who lost the tinderbox and magic apron was there with his eyes white and spitting blood, dead.

"It's you again—little girl."

Bluebeard's eyes were full of ferocity bloodshot.

He stared at Lake and Polo, wanting to devour people, and Lake and Polo had no intention of communicating, the Star Killing Sword and magic intertwined in one place, and strangled towards Gils!

Shadows and vines coiled around Gilles' legs from below, while Lake's Starstrike Sword pierced through the hellfire and stabbed into Bluebeard's torso.

Bluebeard tried to resist, but the moment the hellish energy was dispelled by the starlight, Polo's curse took effect on him.

His torso rapidly turned into a pitch-black, melting chocolate-like substance.

"Heh... heh..."

Gilles' eyes widened, blood spilling from his mouth, instantly turning into black ashes.

His aura weakened further, but before his death, he still revealed a cruel smile, "You want to save these Swiss people, right?

But their souls are already... hell's!"

In the next moment, Lake's Starstrike Sword pierced through his brain.

But at that moment, on the entire battlefield, hundreds of thousands of Swiss soldiers simultaneously froze—their eyes suddenly became hollow, their reason rapidly dissipating, mouths widening as if they were going mad, emitting strange screams at the same time.

"These Swiss people—"

Polo frowned as he observed, but then his face showed anger, "No, those devils have already turned these people into—"

All the Swiss people did not simply fall down after screaming; the hidden things deep in their eyes finally surfaced.

Everyone's pupils turned into blood-colored horizontal lines.

Their souls seemed to be twisted into something filled with malice and killing intent!

They no longer possessed formations or martial skills.

All the Swiss people instantly degenerated into beasts that only knew how to kill, staggering yet persistent, their arms stiffly outstretched, fingers bent like hooks, emitting a chilling roar—

Rushing towards the Kingdom of Gotha's army, swarming towards all perceived living beings, regardless of everything!

Like a group of hungry ghosts from hell. (End of this chapter)