Medieval Aurora: The Rise of the Dragon

Chapter 133 Death Master
Shang Junan tried to identify the streets and buildings he was familiar with in the dim light, but it was obviously in vain.

Everything she was familiar with had been overturned by this catastrophe.

Cathay once again faced a test, just like every millennium before it.

Located in the shelter of Changyuan, the huge urban area that has extended inward twice, makes Viper Pass obviously a larger city than Longmen Pass, with a wider area and more abundant resources. industry.

Complex, and therefore no longer pure.

For Shang Jun'an, this was half a day when the galaxy turned upside down. Last night he was watching the stars at Sitianjian, but now the world has turned upside down.

Countless ratmen poured out from the inner part of the city, and the Changyuan City Pass was breached amidst the sound of huge explosions, and Chaos Demons swarmed in.

Under the internal and external attacks, the power was divided in various parts of the city.

Especially Si Tiancheng, a targeted attack killed these unprepared casters almost instantly, and Shang Junan escaped because he overslept.

She kept groping down the tower of the Sitianjian, and all the light sources had been extinguished intentionally.

Although the surroundings had returned to silence, Shang Junan's brows were still beating uncomfortably. She knew that the attacker hadn't gone far. It was using its keen sense of smell to monitor the fluctuations of the magic wind around it, and then cut grass and roots.

Down stairs brought her into a hall surrounded by green tiles.A lot of incomprehensible works and words are painted on the left wall, and the windows facing the south have been broken.The broken branches and leaves of the century-old birch in the courtyard stretched helplessly into the house, casting mottled shadows on the floor.

This is the study room, and I have already reached the first floor.

When Shang Junan turned his gaze to the corners around him that were not exposed to the sun, he suddenly felt a chill in his brow.

Nothing happened.

She was familiar with every inch of the terrain here, and even knew which floor was not strong enough, so she carefully avoided those places that might make noise, and continued to move forward along the wall.

Suddenly, she cautiously stretched out her fingers, and groped for a bit on the blue tile in front of her arm.

There is a shallow dent on the tile that looks a little muddy due to the light.

Due to the high cost of materials used in the tower, the texture of objects like blue tiles can be regarded as excellent, and Si Tiancheng and others don't like too many complicated decorations, so there shouldn't be any lines on it.

This is a new dent, it didn't exist until yesterday, Shang Junan measured it, the dent is about as high as the tip of his nose.

The coolness between her brows became sharper, she couldn't help but bend down, and retracted her hand.

There were some spots stained on the blue tile board. At this time, she found a small drop of liquid on her finger.The liquid is not viscous, and it seems that there is still some warmth in it.

She put it in front of her eyes and took a closer look. It was a drop of bewitching light——

blood.

She gently wiped away the bright red bead with her sleeve. As the sun went down, the light in the room became darker, and the silence brewed in this darkness made people feel even more desolate.

The only thing that is active is the shadow left by the branches of the old tree protruding into the house through the broken window, swaying from side to side due to the outside wind.

"In a while, I'm afraid you won't even be able to see this shadow clearly." Shang Jun'an thought silently, she knew that she had to leave here, and if it was really dark, this place would definitely not be her home field.

"There must be people who are still resisting everywhere in the city. I will find a way to find them."

The isolated and helpless state even made her unable to passively use Ning He's power. This blindness of losing her extraordinary senses made her almost crazy.

The most frightening thing is that I still haven't seen clearly what the murderer is, and I can't even tell whether it is a human or a ghost.

Fortunately, the door of the study room was open, and Shang Junan walked out the door with a low waist, and almost tripped over, she lowered her head, and then had to tightly cover her mouth with one hand.

Under his feet was a pair of dark blue cloth boots, and along the cloth boots was a corpse lying on his back against the side wall of the corridor.

The owner of the corpse was her teacher, and the beautiful sideburns that had been carefully groomed in the past were now messy because of blood stains, and half of her face was buried in the shadows, so Shang Junan could only see a dull eye.

The unbelievable expression has been frozen in his pupils forever.

A scratch on the throat, and four blood holes on the forehead.

Two mortal wounds, the assailant struck him from behind.

Her eyes were red, and she suddenly turned her head suspiciously.

It was empty, with only one intact window and a staircase leading upstairs, but the forward corridor was a bit crowded.

The corpses of Si Tianchengs were lined up on the ground, and one of them was only one step away from the gate.

Shang Jun'an's eyes swept across the scene of the massacre, the door leading to the outside world could see the shadows of the outside world through the glass, and she knew that the moment she opened the door, she might be attacked.

The lingering chill between his brows reminded himself.

The assailant, lurking in the shadows, probably only saw this as a game of cat and mouse.

"Then come on." She took a deep breath, and at this moment she felt that she had never been so clearly connected to the stars in the sky. "It seems that today is a fine day with no clouds in the sky."

The door was pushed open, and the hustle and bustle hit her eardrums in an instant. The sound of soldiers and irons not far away, the cry for help in a little distance, and the artillery fire in a further distance, it seemed that the sound of the whole city returned to this world in an instant. .

"The sound of the whole building has been cut off?" As soon as the first thought came out, it was immediately replaced by a sharp warning.

When a dark green blade was about to touch her throat, she finally released the spell she had been accumulating for a long time.

The wind of heaven swept her back, and the assailant finally revealed himself.

She caught a glimpse of it.

The afterglow of the setting sun diffused on a strange black cloak, and then illuminated the tip of an inhuman proboscis along the attire. At the end of the cloak, a pair of irregular black tusks were revealed, accompanied by a short The cloth rustled and it was back in the shadows.

She missed, and a kind of sad despair enveloped Shang Junan's mind. Just when she realized that her next spell might not be as fast as the attacker's second attack, a bright light flashed across her from the air. corner of the eye.

A beam of light descended from the sky and landed behind her with unparalleled strength, but it didn't stir up a trace of smoke.

She heard a piercing scream from her attacker, and then she turned her head to see what was behind her.

It was a bright and slender giant spear, exuding a reassuring atmosphere like a piece of purple crystal.

A black cloak stained with blood was hung on the tip of the gun that was slanted against the ground.

The attacker showed his scarlet eyes and the rat's head that was distorted because of hatred. Its hands were tied with black ribbons, and a magical dark green dagger was firmly fixed on the tip of its tail. superior.

And there was a gap in the cloak on his knees, and in this gap, blood seemed to be still oozing out.

Chenlong's heartless voice came from mid-air.

"Master of Death, Snicker."

(End of this chapter)