I often hear my father talk about how to kill the bird in the sky.

The conclusion of each time is that there are eight formal members of the Rifting Rider.

Eight, change, one, it may not be possible to replace it!

That was a group of real "raptors". They were very powerful when hunting and could quietly seize people's heads.

I was a little scared when I heard it, so I asked my father:

"Richard, will I be one of those eight people in the future?"

The father is serious.

The oppression of the "Bird of Prey" often made him look calm.

But at that moment, he actually started to laugh, laughing proactively and so cheerfully.

He said nothing, just laughed.

When I was young, I didn’t understand what the laughter represented, and what I was laughing at.

"If you can't figure it out, think about it, kid, before that, you need to grow up quickly."

I don't understand, but I remembered that sentence firmly.

The sky is the place I yearn for, and the stars are so close to me. Every time I ride a griffin, as long as I am willing to flap my wings with it, everything is as if I am within reach.

Many nights in the quiet nights, I would jump up to the sky and fly all the way from the clouds and mists in the sky to the moonlight of the Principal of Ingillans.

But I was not satisfied with flying only at night.

At night, many things can’t be seen clearly.

Dark, cold and silent, without applause.

I was more eager to fly to the blue sky, but when the sun was about to break through, I was stopped by my father.

I asked Richard: "Why?"

At that time, my father always shook his head and said, "It's not possible during the day. There are too many pairs of eyes looking at you during the day."

The father also said: "You will eventually walk with Baiyun, and before that, you just need to wait quietly."

I kept remembering this sentence and waiting.

I occasionally stand up with my cousin Inel. My cousin is not much older than me, but he is able to fly in the sun.

Every time he shuttles through the clouds, it looks like a sharp sword that runs through the sky, an invincible sword.

The sound of the air being torn apart by sound waves is so nice to my ears.

Inal told me that we, the newborn rifting cavalry, are the real swords.

The direction pointed by the sword is invincible, and everything is silent!

One day, Uncle Emil heard it and said disdainfully:

"What is the sword? Brahim, you have to find a way to become a dragon. The dragon is the most powerful creature in the world. Only by becoming a dragon can you kill all those guys."

I was happy when I heard this, so I ran to ask my father again: "Father, how can I become a one-stop?"

The father shook his head and said, "No, we are still far away, very far away."

He asked me to grow up well, work hard to become stronger, and wait for an opportunity.

So, day after day, I kept training and flying at night, and gradually realized the heart disease of my fathers, that bird—

The bird that only eight rifting cavalry can kill.

My father’s fear of day comes from it, and I have to figure out how to kill it.

I have to kill it!

It was another night filled with night, and I was once again integrated into the moonlight, but today the wind was very heavy, and every minute and every second, the wind was filled with a terrifying breath.

I realized that the jackal was coming.

That bird came to us quietly.

Bathed in the moonlight above the clouds, I saw the sound of the bird with my own eyes for the first time.

It's really beautiful!

The white wings stretched out from behind the fluorescent metal armor, and the beautiful feathers shook off the faint flowing light under the moon.

When I looked up at it, it gently took off its helmet and its long silver-white hair poured down.

It was clearly standing in the wind, but I heard the footsteps of death.

Because of that bird.

Just that bird.

"Winged Man, this is the territory of Ingillans, under the name of the Iron Cross. If you don't evacuate, then fight to the death here!"

Are you timid?

There is no doubt that I am timid!

"Winged Man? No, I am not Winged Man, I am the messenger of the gods, and you should respectfully call me an angel."

The moonlight shook off its white wings and silver armor, and the geometric aperture woven by divine power above its head fully proved it, or his identity.

Winged race·Four-wings.

One is in high altitude and can even execute the existence of an ordinary sacred realm.

Because it is a bird.

And I am a human being.

"Hello, monkey, I'm taking a walk in my airspace under the moon. Have you ever thought about dying here?"

"Stay calm, be sure to calm down! Faced with these guys, attack is a taboo! Legends and demigods cannot protect every part of the land, and outside the core circle land...

It's the home court of these monsters."

"So, angel, don't you feel like you're entering a territory you shouldn't have entered?"

The four-winged angel said indifferently: "Hmm? A territory that shouldn't be entered? I can't see it, but I saw a good trophy head... The Son of Wind of the Rifting Knight, I have heard of your title."

The angel twisted his body as if he was very troubled, his eyes full of carelessness:

"It's a little trouble. Holy Brinia now prohibits us from attacking you...at least not to be discovered openly.

But my God wants to hunt more heads and break your wings flying into the sky. What do you think I will do?"

“The choice of Sacred Brinia is correct, and if you don’t leave our land, I will also take countermeasures based on the situation.”

After hearing my words, the angel raised the corner of his mouth, as if he was sarcasticating me:

"Is it just for you? The griffin beneath you? Or is it your body that can't fight in the air for a long time?"

There was no anxiety on his face.

I know, what he said is right.

I'm scared, too.

Because I am alone now, 8, and I can't even find 8 people who can fight together.

Once you decide to be an enemy of this raptor, it is very likely, no, or, but it should be said, that you will inevitably embark on a path of death.

At this moment, I hesitated.

I still have great time to continue fighting instead of just staying here.

But when I raised my head, I suddenly made up my mind.

This is the territory of the Federation of Iber, the Principality of Inkirance, my hometown.

In the past, no matter how arrogant the winged man of Sacred Brinia was, he would not be like this.

The demigod pillars of the Federation will not allow them to fly over the Federation at will. Once they act on a large scale, what they are waiting for is the attack of the demigods.

From common sense, they shouldn't and wouldn't enter the airspace of my hometown as provocatively as they are now.

No……

When I saw it, I should have understood it long ago.

This is not a provocation, it is the sacred Brinia, which has begun to mobilize war.

Four-wings...If it is two-wings, you can still have a certain chance of killing.

But it is the superior species of Winged Man.

I need to find a way to limit him, or even kill him!

"A good look, but that's all."

Angels are laughing, a battle between man and birds of prey breaks out in the sky, on a battlefield where few humans can set foot on.

When I came to my senses, my body and the remaining partners were broken.
To be continued...