Demon King Priest Chapter 117: Nightmare (medium)
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With the demise of the Storm Dragon, the storm barrier covering the entire city was lifted, and the giant tornado connecting the heavens and the earth disappeared without a trace.
But the disaster did not end there, because I was afraid that the source was not the elemental space that could have been killed by natural disasters, but this huge ruin under the city of Zelda.
A large number of underground creatures ran out of the underground ruins where they inhabited. With waves of shaking, the entire city was rapidly collapsing. Although Ulysses wiped out the most terrifying opponent of mankind in this disaster, it still could not quell this terrible natural disaster.
"Is it down here?" Looking up at the city in ruins from the air, Ulysses saw the root of everything, but didn't understand what was inside.
However, he has made up his mind that no matter what is hidden in the deepest part of this huge ruin, he will help Sister Mila destroy it and end this period of Sister Mila's nightmare.
Falling from the sky, Ulysses returned to the hotel and found a slightly strange face.
It was a petite girl. She had bright blonde hair. Just standing there gave a dazzling feeling.
The dazzlingness does not come from clothes and accessories, it belongs to her own characteristics. The long golden hair was scattered around her like a golden waterfall falling from the sky. It was a light that was more brilliant than gold. She was surrounded by such light, and she was as beautiful and dazzling as the princess of the sun.
And the perfect face, even more set off her nobleness and self-confidence. For her, gold is definitely not a vulgar and cheap color, but a color that represents absolute glory and beauty.
Just like the sun rising from the east of the horizon every day, it will never conceal its own light, and will always fall its most beautiful brilliance onto the earth.
She is the sun herself, and she doesn't need any other light, she is such a girl who can emit dazzling colors.
"Mel, it's really late to come back, but don't worry us too much." The girl with almost no impression of Ulysses just stood beside Yulia naturally, holding a handful of platinum in her hand. The colored sword guarded the girls like a knight.
"Ulysses, we also have a fight. Look, these monsters were killed by my Aura Wave Fist." Laxia stepped on the corpses of several white bat-shaped monsters and stretched out her fingers to swing. A "v" gesture was made.
"This level of monsters mean, I will kill as many times as they come." Angela shook her undead dragon spear Philobedilu, and put a few on the body of the undead dragon spear Philobedilu. Only the flying monster was thrown out.
"Well, it's really good." Ulysses looked at the three people who protected Yulia and Mira when he was away, with a sincere smile.
"Ulysses, I found some fragments of this ruin. It seems to be a dragon's cemetery, with the story of an ancient dragon recorded on it." Mira took out her canvas and quickly depicted The appearance of a white dragon flying in the sky.
"Dragon?" When he saw the dragon of storm, Ulysses vaguely guessed that this incident would be related to the dragon clan, but he didn't expect that Sister Mila knew more than him.
Speaking of it, Sister Mila is indeed a "scholar" just like the village chief and a scholar who knows the knowledge of the dragon clan very well, and she is also an outstanding artist.
"Well, this is an ancient ballad spreading on this land, a song that records the great story of this giant dragon." Mila hummed softly: You are flying in the high sky. In, the color of the sky is your color.
Your wings cover the earth, your roar will shake the sky, your anger can burn the world, and you are the pride of this world.
No matter how turbid the world is, how dirty the desires are, you are still high above.
Then, you found what you wanted and fought in the sky of this land.
You become a legend, and then you sleep peacefully in this land, sleeping quietly with the huā of the person you like.
The white huāduo is a blessing from her, a blessing from her great.
"Sky Dragon White huā" Ulysses is not very clear about the history of the dragon clan, and does not understand which dragon it refers to. But since the cemetery of this giant dragon has been set up with such a powerful forbidden law, it is undoubtedly an extremely powerful dragon.
"There are not many dragons that meet these requirements. The strongest one fell on the southern land. Her name is Osiris, the great dragon of the sky, the strongest of the blue eyes. Bailong." Mira said the name.
Different from the King of the Red World, who was taboo because of his companionship with the devil, the Sky Dragon, who fought side by side with the angels, was a hero praised by the dragon clan. If it weren't for her wish before her death to lay her body asleep on the southern land where she had fought, her cemetery should be in the most sacred ancestral tomb in the Underground Dragon Caverns of Longdao.
"Really, if you are such a hero, you shouldn't do such a thing, then..." Ulysses thought of something he saw from the air, as if there was something wrong.
Just as Ulysses was thinking about what was wrong, a cold breath cut open the door of the entire hotel.
From the door that was cut open, came out a figure stained with blood.
He held a long and narrow alien long sword in his hand, and the sword exuded extremely cold light. Thousands of murderous auras entangled around him. That was the fear of all the lives he had killed after he picked up the sword, the cry from hell.
Compared with this sword, the owner of the sword seems to have lost his sense of existence. This young man who seems to be only eleven or twelve years old can't even see the slightest feeling in his eyes. It seems that everything about him has been boarded. In the long sword that exudes an indeterminate breath.
The sword feels too uneasy, fear, resentment, longing, and too much desperate feelings have been condensed into substance, entangled in that sword.
In the past, some people have seen ghosts and gods, walking on the battlefield, devouring human lives. The person who holds the sword of the ghost and **** is the one who has opened the eyes of killing intent.
The master of the ghost sword came to Ulysses, Yulia, and Mira in a cold and mercilessly cruel gesture.
"Die." Without much words, the ghost sword master, who had already been taken away by the sword in his hand, swung the sword of death in front of all the lives in front of him.
Is this also Sister Mila’s nightmare? Ulysses also swung the abyss in his hand to convict him, and as a user of the power of darkness, he easily sensed the nature of the enemy in front of him.
So, there is no need for mercy.