The next moment, Tormund was violently knocked away by a huge force.

When he got up after a brief dizziness, there was no cavalry left.

The surrounding area has become a sea of ​​blood, with countless broken limbs and arms scattered around.

Tormund looked around him in disbelief, recognizing many of his comrades who had lived and died together, or parts of their bodies.

Massa, Quinn, Letodo...

Hot tears slid down the young knight's face uncontrollably.

No.

Why.

Why it still doesn’t work!

Didn’t those witches say...

"Your Highness!"

A roar came.

In front, a young knight fell to his knees, covering his right arm with a painful expression on his face.

Tormund came to his senses, stood up suddenly, and shouted: "Falkenholz!"

Falkenholz raised his head, his twisted face covered in blood.

"Your Highness! She is - inside -" Falkenhausz's right arm is expanding abnormally at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Kill me, kill me!" Falkenhausz's heart-rending cry of pain struck Tormund's heart.

Tormund stood unsteadily, looking for a weapon.

But there is someone faster than him.

A Qinghui knight covered in blood struggled to get up.

He slashed down Falkenhausz with one sword, and his right arm was already five or six times thicker than that of an ordinary person!

The right arm fell to the ground, but it was still twisting and swelling.

Amidst Falkenhausz's roar, the Clear Knight struggled to drag his body to Tormund's side.

"Knight Arend..." Tormund looked at the pale knight, tears welling up in his eyes again.

The frail Arend smiled bitterly: "Your Highness, if you can still go back alive - tell those women."

"Weapon Prototype No. 62 - Test Failed."

The words just fell.

On the ground, Falkenhausz's severed right arm swelled to the point where it could no longer grow.

Then it exploded.

Blood drops spewed out in all directions like a volcano erupting!

Tormund was knocked away again.

This time, both Aarond and Falkenhausz protected him tightly behind them and withstood many impacts.

Tormund woke up quickly.

Both Arend and Falkenholtz fell not far away, fainting.

Tormund raised his head with difficulty.

He saw that strange girl, covered with red blood all over her body, walking towards him naked.

Behind her, an excited boy and a burly young man followed slowly.

Tormund gritted his teeth and drew the dagger from his leg.

"Come, disaster!"

he shouted.

But the girl didn't do anything. She just knelt down quietly in front of him and showed a cute and gentle smile.

"It really hurt just now," she said softly.

"But that's life, isn't it?"

Tormund roared crazily. He thrust out his dagger and penetrated the girl's chest again.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The girl groaned in pain.

"Stop pretending! Disaster!" Tormund cried in tears and shouted in despair and madness: "You will not die at all!"

The girl's sticky hands, stained with blood, gently covered the young knight's right hand holding the dagger.

"But," the girl tried her best to smile:

"It's going to hurt."

She raised her hand and covered Tormund's face.

Tormund struggled wildly, but the girl's hand seemed to be tightly wrapped around his.

He could only sigh, close his eyes and wait for death.

At this moment.

The fair-skinned boy and the burly young man, including the naked girl covered in blood, raised their heads at the same time and looked at the sky above them.

The three people showed different expressions.

The bloody girl let go of Tormund, and walked back to the other two people step by step.

Tormund gasped, and after escaping his life, he looked to the sky in confusion, but saw nothing.

But soon, he no longer had any doubts.

From the endless clouds behind the setting sun, there was a low but sensational sound of thunder.

"Roar--"

The thunder became louder and louder, almost resonating with the air, echoing between heaven and earth!

"Ho-ho--!"

The troops fighting on the battlefield almost all stopped their weapons in surprise.

"Ho-ho-ho-ho!"

Even the ground began to be shaken by this thunder!

"B! What is this..." The fair-skinned boy touched his hair, showing confusion.

The burly young man did not answer, as if he was deep in thought about something.

Above the clouds, the red light of the setting sun was suddenly covered by a thick layer of black shadow.

The shadow expanded rapidly.

Until the entire cloud layer covers the sky and the earth.

The sun is blocked.

The world became dark.

"Ho-ho--!"

Along with the thunder, there was also a strange and irregular sound of wind.

"Push-hoo-pu-hoo-"

In the darkness, Tormund watched all this blankly.

The bloody girl frowned.

The fair-skinned boy looked at the burly young man and urged: "B! What on earth is that?"

The burly young man turned his head, showing a solemn expression.

"dragon."

The young man said briefly:
Chapter completed!