Chapitre 312

hapter 312

Author: Luozhou White Horse

A more terrifying threat was felt.

Even the Dragon Witch is...

Roar!

The former Fafnir behind him roared in the sky.

The cry was quick and long.

It was like the shrill scream of a vicious beast that felt the crisis.

The black Jeanne also raised her head.

She watched as the sky's waving tentacles approached and slashed past, raising violent storms.

Watching the endless water vapor approaching, it is like the sea water pouring back into the world.

what is this?

The Dragon Witch can't figure it out, and others don't even know it.

But Rowe laughed.

"I said it before--"

"Everyone has their own responsibilities."

"And he is my 'opponent'."

Rowe's voice echoed in the world.

In Paris, the Royal Palace, and above the towering castle, there are also people holding books wrapped in human skin, shouting: "God of Sleep, Lord of Laleille..."

"Please, recover!"

Gilles de Ray was full of frenzy and excitement. His stature was thinner than before, his eyes were almost protruding, and the fine nerves that were squirming like worms could be clearly seen around the eyes. He raised his hands. There is no outline of flesh and blood, and some are just skins wrapped with bones and bones, like dead wood that has long been withered, dry and sharp, and it seems to break at any time when shaken.

Weak, old... but Gildrey's spirit is exceptionally high.

because he saw it.

He, who was also a devout Catholic, had not prayed to the Lord for a long time because he never got an answer.

And now.

But he really saw the gods!

I saw the existence from the ultimate abyss of the universe.

saw...

"Old Ones Ruler!"

"Eternal existence-"

"Down your mercy and shelter your believers..."

"Cleanse this filthy world!"

The huge figure sitting on top of the 'palace' fluttered its tentacles and beat a drum-like sound followed by a pause.

Shake, shake.

The world seemed to be torn apart...Two rays of light appeared on the huge figure.

That's the 'eye'.

But it is more like a sea eye vortex hidden in the deepest part of the deep sea riverbed...

With endless coldness.

with endless chaos.

With endless...

Heart-shattering horror.

The sky was completely dark, the surging malice shrouded the four fields in an instant, and countless people were in a trance, only to find themselves surrounded by a bronze building.

The ancient bell rang, and the sound of 'dangdang' seemed to come from the end of time.

They were among the bells.

But there is an urge to bow down.

I want to bow down to the figure sitting on the Void Throne.

I want to bow down to the existence in the center of the palace.

The great being is here to resurrect.

Lalaye under the deep sea, 'surfaced' to the surface!

Chapter Twelve Here is the Lord

Long ago, before human beings were even born, the entire universe was a paradise for the rulers of the old days - when darkness occupied the surface of the universe, the void of the abyss was as black as water, illuminating the indescribable body of endless chaos.

The Old Ones occupied the stars and built their own palaces on them.

——The city named 'Laleye' is one of them.

It was created by Cthulhu, the 'sleeping lord' among the old rulers, and is an eternal mansion belonging to Cthulhu.

After the era when the old rulers ruled the universe passed, the face of the abyss faded, and after the universe was recast, the palace of the old god also disappeared.

But not disappearing.

Instead, they are immersed in the deep sea that was hard to touch in the first place.

And now.

The dark surface of the abyss reappeared at this singularity, the magnificent palace was filled with steam, and the eternal mansion of the old ruler emerged from the deep sea and enveloped the whole of France.

It was already night, and the world was drowsy, but the drowsiness at this moment was obviously different from the previous one.

The water vapor filled the air, and it was like a surging tide. The huge oppression echoed between the heavens and the earth.

Cities, streets, villages, countryside... Countless creeping figures emerged from the ground.

They have fine scales and sharp claws, and they have the 'gills' of fish on their faces, making thumping sounds.

They were climbing, wriggling, crawling, and the palms of the palms were pressing on the ground, leaving shallow, wet traces.

Their heads are in the shape of a huge fish, or they look like octopuses that wriggle and spread out... Scarlet eyes flicker, and blue streamers staggered.

"what is that..."

Countless people stopped to watch, and then were attacked.

Orleans, an idyllic countryside.

A young man had his arm torn off by surprise, a woman who fled in a hurry fell to the ground, and then countless footsteps stomped over her... The quiet night was suddenly broken, and the chaotic scene disrupted everything. order.

The weakened old man sat on the ground, panting, and in front of him was the claws of the icy 'murloc' that stretched out in front of him.

The aging body is powerless to escape. The old man closed his eyes and prayed for the salvation of the 'Lord'... The Middle Ages was an era of widespread belief, especially in this area of ​​France.

However, in the next second, in the darkness after closing your eyes, a deep voice came: "Old man, are you all right—"

The old man opened his eyes, and the monster in front of him had been split in two. The silver-haired man in silver armor with a heavy sword in his hand shook the blue liquid on the sword.

After that, more corpses.

you are...

The old man opened his mouth.

"My name is Siegfried." The dragon slaying hero, Siegfried, swung his heavy sword, raised his head, and looked at the terrifying scene in the distance, his brows furrowed.

what is that...?

he does not know.

But even with the eyesight from a long distance, he still felt an extremely strong chaos and madness.

Do not look directly.

Chaos and madness cannot be seen visually—a strong warning swept through the brain at the same time, Siegfried withdrew his gaze, but it only flashed away, but the brain had begun to swell slightly.

"Excuse me to take them to a safe place."

"Roar!"

The huge roar echoed, and the old man noticed that there was a huge and ferocious dragon behind the tall man.

However, after experiencing the events of the day, I saw the scene of 'Joan of Arc' driving the dragon.

The old man did not feel panic, but... calmed down: "Are you a partner of Lord Jeanne?"

"Yes--" Siegfried did not deny it, he knew that the name Joan of Arc could have a calming effect at such times.

The evil dragon Fafnir spreads his wings, he is the cursed dragon... At first he was also human, and the extension also needs human,

Therefore, when necessary, He will not be stingy in protecting human beings - there is never an absolute boundary between good and evil, and at a certain time, evil can also become 'good'.

For example...when encountering a bigger and more terrifying 'evil'!

"Senior, what is that..."

"Doctor Roman, Doctor Roman - no, communication has been interrupted again!"

Fujimaru Rika and Mash were running in the vast water vapor, and the girl in the tight-fitting battle suit waved the heavy shield in her hand, and relied on the power of the servants obtained by relying on it.

The short red hair was slightly raised, and the girl frowned.

Romani Archiman and Da Vinci of Chaldeas also had solemn expressions on their faces, and their communication was interrupted. On the display of Chaldeas' observation device... The singularity at this moment was completely surrounded by a chaotic vortex. shrouded.

Mutations come and continue to expand.

This is no longer what a 'Humanity Burning' should have, and it is a disaster that goes beyond the foundational values ​​of Humanity held by the French Singularity.

"Puncture Lord—" The low words sounded, and countless blood thorns surged from the ground, stabbing the attacking aquatic monster to death.

His white hair swayed, his grey beard wiggled, and Vlad III, who was wearing a heavy black robe and looked like an old man, held the spear tightly in his hands, frowning tightly.

That direction, without a doubt, was Paris.

Witch... no, it should be that Gildley's means.

"Originally, I was thinking of taking the city occupied by the enemy into my hands, forming a reverse encirclement, and making one to..." The Romanian Grand Duke, who was the only one who planned to use a strategy and seriously face the enemy, frowned and only felt a headache.

"Oh, fight, fight!"

Beowulf, who came with Vlad III, rushed into the enemy line frantically, tearing apart countless monsters with his fists.

The inherent enchantment of the French court scene unfolded by Princess Marie has long been completely broken, and the natural scenery that emerges is also the external scenery.

This is a real, apocalyptic scene.

But it was also something that the Dragon Witch could not have expected——

"Jill... that guy, what are you doing!?" Wearing a black robe and a black armor, the witch's delicate brows are tightly wrinkled, and the evil spirits are raised. The dragon flag tore violently fluttering arcs in the water vapor and strong wind.

There was an impatient look in her golden pupils... She felt angry.

Gilles de Re, what did that guy, hiding from himself, do! ?

"give it to you--"

"Leave it to me, Your Majesty!"

Facing the look in Rowe's eyes, Joan of Arc looked dignified, and the flag of the iris flower in her hand was shining brightly in the dark.

Rowe looked up.

His knees were slightly bent, accompanied by the slight vibration of the ground, and between the huge recoil force of the ground, he rose into the sky-the goal was pointing directly at the 'palace' in the sky, the huge figure sitting in the palace.

The seat of the old ruler, the sleeping lord of the abyss, Cthulhu.

That was his opponent.

That was the real enemy he had to face—

"Don't go!"

Although she didn't know what Gil de Rei wanted to do, the Dragon Witch still regarded the people in front of her as enemies...especially Rowe, who inexplicably cared about this man she had never seen before