The Godsfall Chronicles

The bloody queen's casual attitude, like catching a naughty, flighty butterfly in a flower bush, seemed light and casual, but let the long knife, which instilled an astonishing amount of power, suddenly rest.

All momentum disappeared.

All the kills have collapsed.

This knife, which gathers all the spirit, spirit, strength and soul, is embedded in a piece of steel. In any case, it cannot be pulled out, and the blade of the snow is burned red like a branded iron.

The Bloody Queen holds it tighter.

The red-hot blade cracks like a fragile, about to break glass, with a large number of spider web-like cracks.

“You...”

Deep like the sea, the mystery man was utterly filled with horror, and he could only say one word in time, because just the next second, the mark on the queen's glove lit up, and suddenly she burst into force, bursting out of her palm with stronger power.

Boom!

A flame appeared between the two.

This energy-filled knife, like a bomb that was detonated, and countless pieces of broken iron were splashed, and the mystery man was blown up by pieces on his face, chest, arms, all of them hit by pieces, and the burning flames burned most of his body, like a thousand sores of pores and burned puppet doll, heavily thrown to the ground.

Eagles wipe their eyes hard.

What the hell happened?

The cloud hawk found the mystery man rushing toward the queen and was blown away by a single blast. The whole process was really too fast. The details were not discernible. He could only sense a fluctuation of power when the Bloody Queen was powering.

Too powerful!

The leader of this mysterious troupe, who is already a very up-and-coming man in the wilderness, had no idea he wasn't even a fart in front of the Bloody Queen.

Frustration!

Strong defeat!

The mystery man did not expect the gap to be so great that it was as if it were a divide that could not be overcome.

Spin, a fear that is suppressed to the depths of the soul spreads out, instantly filling the whole mind and soul like a flame, and finally there is only one thought left - escape!

Stupid. Stupid!

This woman is the one who came out of that place, even the master should be afraid of him. How can she resist with the power of the wilderness?!

The cloud hawk spotted an attempt to scream, “Hey, chief, he wants to run! ”

“Shut the fuck up, you want to die?” The cunning fox quickly covered the eagle's mouth, the fat cheeks were covered with sweat beads, and the power of the Bloody Queen revealed made him feel equally frightened, "Do you know how the nickname of the Bloody Queen came? You deserve to finger and foot the chief? ”

The Bloody Queen came to the camp for only a year.

Most of the time, no one will see it.

The Bloody Queen's prestige outweighed any of the camp's chiefs, and the Yellow Springs mercenaries had to converge, while the elites worked for her collectively! Why? Strength, absolute power, overwhelming power, besides cruelty and hegemony!

Any situation in the Black Flag camp that has been inhabited for more than a year is, I'm afraid, a fresh memory of that battle more than a year ago.

The queen had no idea what kind of trash cloud eagle she was, ignoring the leader of the swift escape sweeper, silently took the cross off her chest, gently held it in her hands, and then made an incredible move.

She knelt on one knee.

The cross is firmly held in the palm of the hand.

The Queen whispered in an incredibly devout manner and prayed: “Great and glorious God, I pray to you with all my soul, all my life, all my spirit, please give me the most powerful strength of my people...”

This devout prayer, read in the queen's dull voice, gives a very strange feeling.

The cross suddenly shines bright, brighter and bigger!

The cloud eagle's eyes are staring out: “What is this? ”

When the Bloody Queen stood up again, she raised a cross light, as if the Holy Knight had lifted the sword of exorcism and destruction, and eventually one sword fell, and the whole light dissipated in her hands, turning into an arcuate blade that split 10 meters away, plowed the ground out of a deep ditch, and caught up with those who were fleeing.

It's like cutting a piece of paper.

From the right shoulder to the left abdomen completely split, half of the body through inertia threw out more than three meters away, that horrible wound position was burned like a pyrotechnic image, perhaps because of this relationship, the person had not died immediately and was still struggling with one hand on the ground.

A pair of boots blocked in front of him, he raised his head and saw the woman, but the fear in his eyes gradually extinguished. He knew he was going to die, and his eyes rekindled: “You're a monster! ”

The Bloody Queen coldly asks, "Where is he? ”

This little half-body dying man laughed, just laughing like a dead goat's wail.

The Bloody Queen is still cold, but her tone is already beating: “Where is he? ”

“Are you scared?” It seems that half the body doesn't know their situation. He growls wildly: “I won't tell you, you will live in fear, you will never be able to avenge yourself, you...”

The sound stopped.

The queen lifted her boots and stepped on her head, the cloak dancing in the air and turned to the camp. She seemed slow, but she was actually very quick, disappearing into people's sights shortly after, leaving only two words behind.

“Kill them all. ”

The camp was overwhelmed with exhilarating roars, so powerful, so unpredictable, so macabre, this is the power of the leader of the black flag camp! The Queen's second public attack since the battle to occupy the camp was shocking!

Even if the sweeper's mind is stupid and dull, it should be understood that with this powerful woman sitting in town, the black flag camp is simply not the place where they can stain their fingers!

“For the Black Flag Camp! ”

“Kill him! ”

Another wild and bloody battle broke out when Bear led the Black Flag camp warriors in a daunting offensive. The sweepers who were forced to despair were like trapped animals. Once again, madness broke out and the two sides bled together again, but there was no more suspense in the battle.

The cloud hawk gazed at the queen's back and disappeared.

The Bloody Queen never looked so relaxed!

After the eagle discovered the last exaggerated attack, something inside the queen was emptied, like a dam spilling water. Though still indifferent and strong, she had actually reached the limit, and the fluctuations in her body had weakened to the limit.

If there are any more powerful opponents at this time, I'm afraid the Queen has no room at all to deal with them.

The queen is so powerful, she can kill this sweeper leader without so much effort. Why would she risk so much to almost exhaust her powers and beat him?

There is only one possibility.

The queen is bluffing.

The cloudhawks suspect that the motive for this war is not simple, that the sweepers may have been incited or driven, and that they may have a mastermind behind the scenes, the one who started creating sandstorms.

I'm afraid this battle has nothing to do with the sweep regiment and the black flag camp. It's just a comparison or a test between the two supernatural monsters.

In any case, the brutal battle ended with the sweep regiment failing.

Running away from abandoning vehicles, riding, weapons and equipment, the sweepers are now spoils of war, camp guards, mercenaries, all surrounded by spiritual excitement to negotiate their belongings in front of this pile of things.

“The trophy divides so much.” The cunning fox looks at the cloudhawk with a fool's eye: “You don't want to be in it? You got shit in your head! ”

“I just want to get some sleep right now. ”

The Eagle has always been highly nervous. Relaxed, tired and weak. Attack immediately. How can there be any energy to seize the spoils? Besides, it's not like people can get anything from these fierce people!

When the cunning fox saw that the cloud eagle did have injuries, he waved his hands impatiently: "Okay, well, get out of here. Go to the mantis studio and take care of the wounds yourself. I don't think about you so much. ”

The cloudhawk leaves the scene of the troublemaker.

The rugged roads of the Black Flag camp are quiet, and animals such as rats are hidden in the weeds probing the brain, which is apparently attracted by the smell of blood, and this is like a messy wasteland without anger.

Cloud eagles are very tired, physically tired, spiritually tired, and so are hearts.

The threat posed by this wave of beasts and sweeping regiment makes the sense of existential crisis particularly strong. Wilderness camps are by no means a good place to stay. They are day-to-day fearless, and the camps themselves are very fragile.

Really letting the cloudhawk out of your mind, or what's happening today.

One is the existence of a sandstorm that can be created empty-handed but never revealed.

One is the bloody queen of incredible power.

What's the resentment between the two guys? The cloudhawks don't know or are interested in knowing, but if they have to fight, the black flag camp will never be safe in the future. Today is just the beginning. Who knows what else will happen in the future?

Just leave the camp. Where can I go?

The wilderness will never end in despair. Its cruelty is to devour any naive ideals or dreams. Is there no place for tranquillity in this vast world?

Cloudhawk thinks a lot.

That faint sense of fluctuation is back.

This was very close to what the queen felt, and the eagle panicked and looked to the right, but found no one in the clear.

Is there excessive bleeding or hallucinations from wound infections?

After the eagle had carefully distinguished himself, his gaze had fallen on a very eyeless alley ahead, from which strange melodies and fluctuations had come.

No way.

It stinks here. There's excrement everywhere. Who's gonna come here?

The eagle wasn't sure what he heard, but it wasn't supposed to be a hallucination, so he decided to go in and take a look, and as the eagle walked inside, he was suddenly shocked by what he saw in front of him.

A figure appeared in the alley.

This man sat halfway against the corner of the wall, with the mask facing this side, two hollow eyes, seemed to be staring at him. This man was no one else, just a horrible woman I had seen a while ago - the Bloody Queen!

A cloud eagle pulls its legs and wants to run.

This is a monster that kills an ogre as easily as an ant. What difference does he make to an ant in front of a queen?

The cloudhawk just lifted its feet and stopped again.

The queen's hands were powerless to drown on the ground, and there was a bloodstain of red flowing from the edge of the mask. She lay still halfway against the wall without a sound or movement.

Tick-tock!

Tick-tock!

The bloodshed fell on the clothes, and now there's a big dark red spot.

Is the queen dead?

No way!