Chapter 58 Chapter fifty-seven

I once saw a statue in the mermaid court. In the middle of the magnificent square corridor like St. Mark's Square, the white marble sculpture above the fountain is superbly crafted, creating the image of a mermaid man fighting an octopus sea monster.The man is holding a trident, and every strong muscle line and protruding veins on his body are lifelike. At that time, Emily said casually that the man in the statue looked like Setus—this was an unintentional remark, and even had a hint of flattery, but was refuted by the other party, as if afraid of desecrating the statue The bravery of a man.

The greatest aquarium warrior in history, the father of Queen Undine, and the previous leader of the brave mermaid tribe, took the victory over the octopus and sea monsters as his supreme glory to be engraved on the monument and eulogized throughout the ages.So what if the volume of this sea monster is increased ten times, no, one hundred times? This is the situation before me now. Although there are no war rhinoceros, no mercenaries, not to mention flying cavalry - they don't even have ordinary cavalry, and the number of enemies is four or five times that of their own, the remaining mermaid warriors on the battlefield are still fighting bravely , in the face of a powerful enemy that is almost impossible to defeat, after all, none of them retreated a step.

In addition to their deep-rooted loyalty and absolute trust in the leader, perhaps it is precisely because they know that they still have such an extremely strong back-up after all. The appearance of the octopus sea monster re-inspired the courage of the soldiers. As the manticores in mid-air were dragged down one by one by their wet and sticky tentacles, the hurricane blew the remaining faith in the battlefield into the air. The hearts of every living mermaid warrior are like sails on a calm sea that were originally sluggish. At this moment, they are blowing up against the wind, rushing down the current with a thunderous force, rushing into the enemy camp.

After the hostile Wind Clan army dispatched cavalry, its main force finally followed suit.The earth-shattering drums and horns sounded louder and louder one after another. Thousands of real WindClan soldiers wearing eagle-shaped helmets and golden armor, holding spears and swords, swarmed from the other side of the battlefield And to.Like a monstrous huge wave that suddenly rises from the same sea, it overwhelms and rolls over.The flaming arrows were as dense as flying spears, almost connecting the sky into a sea of ​​burning flames. The hot steam warmed the damp and cold fog. In the flickering flames, the battle plain was like a dream Generally vague.

Is this a dream?In his dreams, once upon a time, this picture seemed familiar. Six hundred years ago, wars continued throughout Europe, and Constantinople, which had been besieged by the Turks for fifty days, was shrouded in a thick cold fog under the lunar eclipse.At this moment, the loud noise from the catapult made the ground beneath him tremble, and the extremely powerful catapult cannons invented by the Hungarians slammed into the thousand-year-old city wall of Constantinople one after another.The moat was filled with dynamite, forming a crackling fire dragon. The sea of ​​light surrounded the entire city. The flag of the Byzantine Empire with the silver double-headed eagle on a blue background and the Venetian Republic flag with a golden winged lion on a red background fluttered in the wind.

oh no.In fact, those are not banners at all.Wake up! A shrill and terrifying scream pierced the air above my head, a manticore flew past my head, its bat-like fleshy wings set off a sweet storm, and its red hair was like a fiercely burning hellfire . After seeing the power of the opponent's octopus and sea monster, these terrifying monsters no longer flew in hastily, but they never left. A group of big crows waiting to peck at carrion crazily urged the imminent death.And those of us who are still struggling to survive on the battlefield are no different from a group of corpses in their eyes.

Amidst the flames and roar, my thoughts drifted away involuntarily again. No matter how devoutly the people in the city prayed, how bravely the soldiers of the empire resisted the enemy, the Byzantine Constantinople, which had stood for more than a thousand years, finally fell.The victorious Turkish soldiers were ordered by Sultan Mehmed II to set fire to the city for three days. Citizens were captured and sold, old people and children were brutally killed, nuns were raped on the altar, and precious artworks and scrolls were destroyed. Buildings were burned, flags were trampled, crosses were dug out of embedded gemstones and thrown aside, and the statue of the Virgin Mary in Hagia Sophia shed tears of blood...

Amid the crying and shouting, the scene in front of me became hazy again, and I reached out and wiped my eyes hard.etc!If I just mistook the manticore passing over my head for the winged lion banner of Venice on the ancient battlefield, then what was it that I thought was the double-headed eagle? Oh. I wish I didn't realize what that was so quickly. I've actually been looking for Hiss since the war started.I have been wondering anxiously in my heart whether he will dress up as some unknown black robe and succeed in sneak attacking from an invisible position under the cover of a golden beak mask.

But he didn't.He is Hiss.He is the most powerful demon Ojto.He does not need it. The flames soaring into the sky from all over the world reflected everything around them crimson and bright.In the thin fog above my head, a huge silver-white object loomed. When I realized that it was not a flag, I had the illusion for about a second. I thought it was a rising moon. But there is no moon here. This is the realm of elves.There is no moon, no sun, and no stars in the sky.There will be no shining planets to be seen from here, no bright, beautiful, hopeful "other" worlds to be seen.

The existence of the Elven Demon Realm has only one purpose, which is to connect everything in the universe - "bridge". But now, both the bridge and the bridge have been blocked.All hope is swallowed up by despair, and the end of every road leads to death.We are beyond redemption. The silver-white object suspended high in mid-air completely flashed its shape in the gradually dissipating mist. It has two strong reptile-like claws, muscles as hard as steel, and toes as sharp as swords—you'd wonder how an animal with such two legs could be in the sky, but it also has wings after all.The huge clawed wings on the side of the giant beast, which are sharper and wider than manticores, can cover half of the sky when fully spread out. The formidable majestic head and neck are covered with thorny horns, and the broad back covered with silver-white scales can be side by side. Stop the four manticores.

My pupils dilated unnaturally, I couldn't close my mouth, and I couldn't believe that a living dragon appeared in front of me.To be more precise, it is a white wyvern covered in scales like a lizard. This giant dragon suddenly appeared in the dark green mountains unbelievably, and it was so incompatible with everything around, as if it did not really appear in this time and space, but from the ancient wilderness, from the myths passed down by people orally. In, a clear and incomparable hallucination projected directly. There is no manticore on the dragon's back. On the dragon's back stood Hiss in a white robe.