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Chapter 104 The Hunt Begins

The territory of the Saffre Kingdom is vast, and the silver-white steam airship is still moving forward.

The huge steam creation crossed mountains, rivers and lakes, and dragged out a long track in the sea of ​​clouds. The emblem of the Howard family reflected dazzling luster in the sun.

The itinerary was surprisingly smooth.

The experienced airship pilot Carter, who was fully alert to the surrounding environment, never saw any abyssal creatures that came to attack the airship.

This situation is actually quite strange.

Under the influence of the great adventure era that opened up the abyss, the boundary between the world and the abyss has long been blurred, so even at an altitude of several thousand meters, there are abyss rifts leading to the kingdom of feathers.

Those abyss creatures with several wings can always break free from it, wantonly attacking all trade airships that step into their territory.

Kingdom of Feather has always been a strong enemy of the airline company, and the major shareholders and city councilors issue countless commission orders to crusade against the creatures of Feather Kingdom every year. Unfortunately, there are almost endless monsters from the abyss, and almost all the airships that travel are far away from the airline. Do not open the protection of the superhuman.

Looking at the vast and calm sky in front of him, Carter became more and more vigilant, not daring to be careless, and at the next moment, he vaguely heard some kind of mournful cry.

Carter's nerves tensed up all over his body, but the strange thing was that the environment around the airship was still so calm...

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The three-winged feather snake was still neighing crazily.

This is a tyrannical character, the abyss level has reached the embers, and the extremely dangerous feather country creature.

Any food caught by the couatl will be hunted down endlessly until the soul and bones of the victim are completely devoured by it.

However, at this moment it let out a mournful cry, its thick body like a giant feathered snake writhed crazily, trying to get rid of the predator's sharp teeth, but the next moment, the colorful scales were completely crushed by the sharp teeth .

The feathered snake's scarlet pupils dimmed, and the dull vertical pupils reflected a pair of black dragon wings that seemed to cover the sky and the sun.

It's a pity that this unlucky snake met the real overlord of the sky.

When the black dragon spreads his wings, the whole sky bows down to him.

"Well... the taste is still not as good as the snacks given to me by the management..."

Like sucking noodles, that tyrannical abyssal creature was quickly swallowed by the black dragon, leaving nothing left.

Immediately afterwards, the blank history book turned into dragon wings began to flip, and the figure of the historical record officer was re-outlined inside the airship. He raised his pen and gently crossed out the Feathered Serpent in the history book.

After finishing all this, Angelo turned his head and looked at the empty room and the neat cards on the table. The bard sighed softly.

Angelo is very bored now.

During the journey to the capital of the Holy Emperor, Roy hid in his room and played the fate game with Bai Maogan, while Natalie hid in the dream with his sister, laughing and playing, which caused the dragon to lose the ability to play cards. Object.

Some crumb boss' promise to 'play again tomorrow' is bullshit.

As a bard, as a creator of poetry dedicated to the creation of art, the historian from the deep is left alone to find fun.

As a result, all the creatures in the feather country in this area suffered... The giant dragon roamed around the steam airship, and any abyssal creatures who didn't open their eyes would be dragged into the history books by him and turned into snacks on the spot.

A new day passed quickly, and the speed of the airship slowed down more and more.

Angelo gently closed his blank history book. He came to the window, raised his head, and found that the fiery sunset was already hanging on the skirt of the sea of ​​clouds.

The gold-rimmed color spreads from deep to light, and the silver-white airship is bathed in the warm sea of ​​clouds at this moment, like a picture scroll.

After a long absence, Angelo felt relaxed and comfortable.

"How long can this peaceful time last..."

The bard sighed involuntarily. Although the Storm Lord pulled him out of despair and madness, Angelo still felt a little unreal about his current comfortable life.

Because the Historian has witnessed too much suffering.

He has seen blood and fire bury the crying of children, he has seen the bright stars melt the smiling faces of the audience, he has seen the torrent of war crush the newborn wheat fields, he has seen the captain laughing wildly sinking in the gunfire. into the deep sea.

But Angelo has never been afraid of suffering, because giant dragons almost have a natural sense of pursuit and mission to record historical events.

Compared with these, Angelo believes that the deep sea company is the most unreasonable existence in this world.

The gift of the storm is the dream of this world, like a phantom that does not exist.

The dusk elongated the bard's shadow, and Angelo's eyes became deeper and deeper. Some kind of intangible inspiration reverberated in his mind vaguely.

He has become a believer in the storm, and he is willing to give his all for this beautiful dream.

At this moment, there was a smile from the heart in the bard's dark eyes, and he murmured unconsciously as he watched the increasingly hot sunset.

"Praise the storm."

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The crow is still singing.

This is a dreamlike world, where black feathers are falling, colorful candy houses stand in the abyss like a fairy tale, and Adolf's candy palace is as beautiful as ever.

So good that a cold-blooded hound almost forgot the taste of salty food.

Ron almost vented all his resentment and malice on the king's messenger. When the night watchman had nothing to do these two days, he would beat up the star believer with strong recovery ability.

It was two more bang bang punches. Seeing the cannibal nobleman begging for mercy miserably, Ron's heart remained unmoved.

Although he understood that no matter how much he tortured the king's messenger, the child who was swallowed by him would not be redeemed, but this did not affect Ron's ruthless methods.

Maybe good people have no chance to ascend to the kingdom of heaven, but evil people will definitely fall into hell crying in his hands.

This was Ron's usual style of conduct, and it was also the most troublesome point for the High Priest of the Night Watch.

This cold-blooded hound never learns to be patient. He always calmly and morbidly pursues those crimes and injustices, but never cares about the so-called consequences.

Like a sharp blade without a hilt.

"Stop it, Ron, it's time for us to get down to business."

At this moment, Adolf's helpless words reached the young man's ears.

"Is the dragon's blood bait finally finished? My bones are about to rust... Captain."

Ron turned his head and smiled. Against the hideous scar extending from his throat to the side of his face, the young man's smile looked a little hideous and terrifying.

"Let the hunt officially begin..."

He raised his lantern, and the crows came roaring.

"How terrifying is the giant dragon that has fallen into madness... I really look forward to it..."

(End of this chapter)