klisemfg Chapter 245 Where Did the Wild God Come From?
Chapter 245 Where Did the Wild God Come From?
"Katherine Bishop!"
No one responded, and the dragon roared again. The sparks it spewed out burned the flag of light beside the viewing stand, and thick smoke billowed in an instant.
The horses were frightened and neighed and ran around, causing the weapon racks on the sidelines to fall down one by one. The crowd fled in all directions at the sudden fear, shouting and screaming one after another. Some people were so scared that they collapsed on the ground, their legs trembling and unable to move.
The arena has fallen into complete chaos.
"I'm here." Amidst the panicked screams and cries, Zephirion finally heard a voice responding.
It searched along the direction of the sound, and on the opposite platform, a silver-haired girl walked up, came to the edge of the stands, and looked directly at it.
Silver hair... That's her! Zephirion flapped his wings, glided over silently, and landed again with a heavy thud.
Catherine only saw the huge head appear in front of her in a flash. The burning smell that hit her nose made her feel as if all the moisture in the air had evaporated. The air around her became hot and choking, and she couldn't help but frowning.
However, the black dragon on the opposite side also frowned and muttered softly, "It stinks..."
But this is not the point. This time he must get straight to the point. "Give it back to me——"
Zephirion Black Dragon suddenly shut his mouth.
Because a red-haired girl suddenly walked out from behind Bishep. He hesitated for a moment because he was face-blind, and was wondering if this could be... when he saw that person pulling out a huge sword from behind.
The black dragon's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he pulled his head back a little, no longer hitting Catherine's face.
Amid the billowing smoke, Leila stepped forward, gripping the giant sword tightly, with a stern expression, as if she was ready to fight.
A low chanting sounded, and Zephirion turned her head to see that dirty yellow-haired half-breed was there! A light shone under her feet, and a white mist descended in an instant, covering the entire arena. People in it could not see each other clearly as long as they were more than one meter apart.
"Lord Zephirion, I thought you would really keep your promise. The Taylor family trusts you so much." Lilith said with regret.
"I, I..." Zephirion finally calmed down from his rage of being deceived. The white mist had almost no effect on his vision. He turned his head to look at the chaotic arena, and was so guilty that he was speechless.
"I, you, she owes me--" Zephirion stammered, trying to bring the topic back to Catherine. He glared at her, trying to toughen himself, but the silver-haired girl opposite did not retreat or dodge, but was disturbed by the airflow of his breath, and had to hold down her wildly flying silver hair.
"Stop talking nonsense, Dragon Fang does not belong to those who break their oaths, come back!" Leila stepped forward, and the giant sword made a rough noise on the ground.
How can that be possible! Zephirion took another step back, not caring about collecting the debt anymore, and began to find a new excuse, "I, I just came to visit the descendants of an old friend! How can that be considered a violation of my oath!"
"So you are an old friend of our ancestor, this... Lord Zephirion?" Catherine nodded in realization.
"Thank you for your concern, but now is the Festival of Lights, and countless believers are pouring into the High Court to celebrate the coming of the God of Light. You are so huge, and any random move you make could bring about a huge disaster. On behalf of the descendants of King Zora, I ask you to stay away from this city temporarily until we are ready in the future—"
"Okay," Zephirion agreed immediately, glancing quickly at Leila, who looked stern.
Catherine was surprised—it was quite easy to talk to...
"Have you ever been to Ozler?" Catherine mustered up her courage and was about to ask him if he knew about the situation on the East Coast. After all, if he was an old acquaintance of her ancestors, he might have participated in the holy war. Her mother had always wanted to unite the forces of all tribes...
But the black dragon seemed to no longer want to stay here. It flapped its black wings and suddenly rose higher. Catherine chased it to the fence and could only see its tail swinging in annoyance.
It was so unlucky to be caught by this little brat from the Taylor family every time! But he was restricted by the stupid oath he made back then and had no way to refute it. Zephirian cursed in his heart, flapped his wings, and rose into the air.
"Bang bang——"
Several explosions were heard below, and in the white mist, lights of various colors flashed one after another. The people who remained in the scene felt the white mist slowly dissipating, and they could finally see the confused and terrified faces of others.
There were almost no people on the circular viewing stand, so the group of people standing by the fence were particularly conspicuous.
Lilith stood on the fence nimbly and shouted loudly, "Crown Princess Catherine used the profound magic she learned from Goletia to win the game with the black dragon again. She repelled the evil dragon and protected the safety of the capital. You are safe!"
The other honest people looked at Lilith in shock as she spoke nonsense, but she did not blush at all and continued to shout, "The injured people stay where they are. The princess will treat you immediately--"
Zephirion in the sky hadn't flown far yet, so he naturally heard Lilith's nonsense. He staggered in the air and almost fell down!
There was not a single word of truth in the mouth of this filthy half-blood! He turned his head to return the favor with a breath of dragon's breath, but he crashed into a white spire while flying.
What the hell is that?! Zephirian turned around and saw a group of little people in white robes looking up at him in fear, shouting something like "God of Light".
What did Catherine say, the God of Light? Pah, where did this wild god come from! Zephirian looked at the white buildings that did not exist in his memory and puffed up his cheeks.
“Haha!”
The dragon breath that was originally intended to greet Lilith was spit out onto the most glittering roof of the Temple of Light. The exploding flames, with tremendous force, directly pierced through the magnificent roof of the temple and smashed into the central temple.
"Boom!" After a loud noise, the people who fled in panic from the arena, before they could recover from their fear, saw thick smoke coming out of their white temple standing in the center of the city.
The black dragon squatted on the temple, stretched out its black wings, and let out a roar of relief, the cry resounding throughout the sky above High Garden.
Seeing the ugly white house below now in a mess, Zephirion finally felt relieved. Under the gaze of all the little white-robed figures on the ground, he shook his neck and suddenly swooped down viciously, causing a desperate scream.
The old bishop who had just been carried out of the temple felt the black scales as big as a shield almost brushing against his head. His sparse hair was blown all over. He could only let out a desperate "ah ah" sound, and then his vision suddenly became bright.
Before the black dragon smashed into the crowd, it suddenly adjusted its wings, lifted up suddenly, and flew past them...