The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

Figira ran wildly all the way back to the translation hall. Several witches in charge were already crying and dragged her to tell her that something was wrong and that there was a problem with the blood pool.Figira hurriedly ran into the secret room, and sure enough, he saw that the color of the pool of blood had darkened, and the two streams of blood were not only incompatible, but also began to repel each other.

If this continues, it will be dangerous to keep the dragon eggs in the blood pool!

Figira gritted her teeth hard, and took out the dragon egg decisively. She wrapped the egg in soft cotton silk and put it in the magic weapon box of the wizard.

She had just finished her work when she heard a deafening bang outside, which made the whole translation hall tremble.There were cries for help outside, so she hurried to the window to have a look. She was shocked, and saw that the roofs of several rows of houses on the street had been neatly cut off, the roofs fell to the ground, and a large cloud of smoke and dust was raised.

The witches in the translation hall were terrified: "They actually cut down the building, what kind of spells are so powerful!"

"It's not a spell, it's a spiritual pressure."

Figira had already sensed that Roger's crazy spiritual pressure was approaching, and said solemnly: "The situation is not good, everyone evacuated the translation hall and took refuge in the northern suburbs!"

Holding the dragon egg, she led a group of witches, and two others carried the unconscious Yuesemona, and hurried out of the translation hall, joining the fleeing crowd to evacuate together.

There is anger, fear and dread in the streets.

"What the hell is going on, ever since Camelot came to Seville, there has been no peace here!"

"Although he didn't occupy Cyprus, he regarded it as his own territory and became lawless."

"Yeah! The people of Seville are not cowards, we should have joined forces to fight against the Dark God!"

Just above their heads, the sky was covered with dark clouds, revealing a faint black glow. Suddenly, a thunderous bang exploded in the air, and a black shadow fell from a high altitude, like a meteor falling, smashing through several houses along the way. Finally, it slammed into the street next to them with a bang, violently bursting out countless pieces of gravel.

Everyone was frightened and dumbfounded. Some guy fell from the sky. The brave passers-by came over and saw, my god, it turned out to be a person!A fall from that height must have shattered your body.

Then, the ruins actually moved, and two pieces of rubble rolled down, and the crowd was shocked.

"Cough, cough, cough."

A pale hand stretched out from the ruins, and Camillo stood up from the ruins with some difficulty, clutching his chest and vomiting black blood.

The passer-by was so frightened that he fell to the ground, "Ka, ka..."

"Huh?" Camillo glanced over there, and the group of people who suggested resistance just now were frightened out of their wits.

He frowned, not quite understanding what those people were howling, "What are you doing in a daze, the main city is very dangerous now, if you want to survive, run away."

At this time, a dazzling cold light flashed in the sky, Roger gathered the spiritual pressure on the blade, raised the blade brazenly, roared and swooped down, slashing towards Camillo in the air, dragging out a terrifying electric current hundreds of meters long in the air .

The two collided with terrible force, and the swift gale engulfed the gravel and quickly spread to the surroundings. Camilo firmly pressed against the black knife. Although he took most of the damage, the crowd next to him were still shocked by the shock wave of that blow. Those who were lucky enough to be thrown out were only slightly injured when they fell on the flat ground, while those who were thrown onto buildings and ruins suffered heavy casualties.

Figira sensibly did not join in the fun, she led the crowd to flee to the suburbs, and when everything settled down, she made a potion with the existing medicinal materials and lit it in front of Yuesemona's nose.

"...Ahem!!" Yuesemona trembled all over, and woke up clutching her nose, the pungent tears smoked out her tears, "What are you, take it away."

"Hahaha, didn't it just save your life, why bother to cry?"

"Save me?" Yuesemona got up in a daze. She glanced around and saw all the witches in red clothes. Because of the burning of the translation hall many years ago, those girls didn't treat her well.

"Why are you here? A coven of witches?"

"No...it's not even night yet, isn't the translation office open today?"

She rubbed her hands, the wind in the suburbs made her a little cold, "Excuse me, why am I here?"

Figira covered her with a blanket, and handed her water and food, "You don't remember anything?"

Yuesemona rubbed her forehead, her thoughts were confused, "I remember I was preparing for the ceremony, early in the morning, before dawn... I don't remember why I passed out, could it be anemia?"

Figira rolled his eyes, how could it be so simple!Bad news came one after another, and she was hesitant to tell Yuesemona what had happened, but wouldn't the kid feel even worse if she was told that Kay was dead.

She was worried, and Yue Simone asked: "What day is it today?"

"today is Monday."

"Monday?" Yuesemona was puzzled, "Isn't it Friday?"

Figira confirmed it again: "That's right, it's Monday."

"I've been in a coma for three whole days?" Yue Simona panicked, "Where did you find me? What happened?"

"It's been a long time to talk about it..." Figira was typing, thinking about how to tell Yuesemona what happened tactfully. A pitch-black light burst out from the flames, and there was another bang, and half of the city was razed to the ground by the violent impact.

Those witches were all frightened by this situation. The timid ones had already fallen to the ground with limp legs. Figira remained calm on the surface, but in fact her heart was beating fast, and she almost screamed uncontrollably just now. up.

Yue Simona looked at the messy city center in shock, and changed her face: "What's going on?"

Figira said: "That card... Miro, and Luo, Roger, fucked." Damn, she was so frightened that she couldn't straighten her tongue.

Yuesemona lost her composure all of a sudden, her brain was buzzing and nothing was left, she originally wanted to stop all this from happening, she originally wanted to!But why did she faint!

The man told her at the end of the 50s that no one could change that.

Because everything has already happened and become a given reality, the only thing you can change is the future that I haven't seen yet.

She tried to calm herself down and said, "Which of you can teleport magic? I need to go to Helan City right now!"

Figira asked: "What are you going to Helan for?" She thought about it, suddenly slapped her thigh, nodded and said, "Yes, yes, go to Helan and bring back the demon god, there is a problem with the second-order hemolysis in the blood pool, We need new blood immediately!"

A witch stood up and said, "A few of us can set up a teleportation array, but it's impossible to send you to Helan, it's too far away, and even the most powerful mage can't temporarily set up such a teleportation array. "

Yuesemona did not give up: "Then send me to Sanska City, where the Magician Association has a teleportation array to go to Ita, then go to Irwin from Ita, and then go to Begaia from Darwin, Finally from Begaia to Helan."

Figira was almost dizzy, "It's such a trouble, why don't you go..." What's more, walking so many teleportation arrays in a short period of time will consume a lot of mental and physical energy. Mona just came out of a coma. It is also a question of whether you can hold on to your sobriety.

"I must go!" Yuesemona was firm, "I must go too."

Figira didn't understand: "It's safer for you to stay here. Besides, the situation in Seville is serious. If... you say yes, we can help if we stay."

"Can you help me?"

Figira's voice faltered, er... it seemed that he really couldn't help.

"Fejila," Yuesemona looked at her very seriously, and her tone seemed to be a task assigned by her superiors, which made Feijila involuntarily serious, "The dragon egg will be handed over to you. Protect it and keep it alive, that's what Camillo wants. All witches, I know we had a festival, and I apologize again, now life and death are at stake, please do me a favor and send me there with teleportation magic Saint Scar City, please!"

Time was counting down like an hourglass. If she didn't go to Helan, it would be too late.

Over the city of Helan, countless light bullets rained down like a violent storm. At first, the barrier was able to resist it, but it was forcibly broken through after a while, and all the buildings and defensive facilities were smashed to pieces.

Amedeo clutched his chest and vomited a mouthful of residual blood.

"Your Majesty!!" The soldiers ran over to help him up.

Amedeo opened his eyes, half of his face was stained red with blood, even in such a state of embarrassment, he was still proud, and calmly issued an order: "The capital guards go to the north gate to divert the enemy's firepower, the first cavalry team Go to the south gate with the second team to open the way, we are ready to retreat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes. He pushed away the soldiers around him violently, and a judge flashed in front of him, whipping him brutally with a bright whip in his hand.

Amedeo was beaten to the side, twitching in pain, "Uh...!"

The severe pain that almost suffocated him came from the agony of the divine power being forcibly drawn out of his body, because only gods can kill gods, and the divine court could not kill him directly, but could only withdraw the divine power from his body.

Gritting his teeth, Amedeo got up from the ruins, rolled over the rubble, and hid behind a wall.As the opponent approached step by step, he squinted his eyes, rushed towards him with all his strength, grabbed the man's collar, and quickly wrote an explosive rune. The movement was calculated in milliseconds, and then quickly dodged. The rune detonated instantly, sending the man's limbs flying.

Although one was killed, it is not known how many judges were chasing him.Camillo, the communications officer has already sent out a distress signal more than ten times. When will you come?

Amedeo was panting tiredly, his body was almost collapsed, and he fell down several times before standing up.

It was the first time he was so afraid of death, because he knew very well that once his divine power was completely stripped, his body that had lasted for thousands of years would not be able to withstand the erosion of time, and would be reduced to ashes in a few short hours.

Ka, when will you come to rescue me?