Superpowers of Sky City

Chapter 1 Prologue Dreams of the Past

The dead branches of old trees split the field of vision like lightning, dividing the night sky into irregular grids.A full scarlet moon hung high in the sky, shedding bloody light over the ruins.In the boundless gray fog, an ancient clock tower stands stubbornly, like a knight standing to die after being old, and the damaged dial looks like its faded medal.

Gongsun Ce collapsed powerlessly in the gray fog, staring at the top of the bell tower in the distance, staring at another living creature in the fog.

"Cuckoo~"

A cuckoo was pacing back and forth over the broken dial, repeating its dull cry over and over again.

"Cuckoo~"

The cuckoo is rough and not particular, just like the finished product that the students in the handicraft class rushed out before handing in their homework.It has eyes made of glass, but only one was made, and it became a single-eyed time-telling bird. Not to mention lovable, it is simply disgusting.

The cuckoo became the last survivor of Superbia.

It used to be an extremely gorgeous city, the proud capital of the island nation of Morton.Knights were patrolling the bright streets, nobles were chatting and laughing in the platinum buildings, and the outer city was full of people coming and going, noisy and peaceful.

Now all is gone.The royal capital turned into a gray alien world, the palace was reduced to ruins, no matter nobles, knights or commoners, all life was melted in the cold fog.

Only one wooden bird is still singing monotonously, like mourning for the past and mocking the current situation.

"Cuckoo~"

They made so many preparations, they fought with their lives, and they were unwilling to give up even at the last moment... But now the city is destroyed, and no one survives.

The white mist eroded Gongsun Ce's body, and soon he would melt into the mist alive.He felt no pain, only a trance of grief.It turns out that this is the dragon disaster, a power beyond the earthly world that destroys all disasters, no matter how human beings struggle, they seem so insignificant before the natural disasters.

But the disaster has come, where is the dragon?
"--clang!"

The deafening bell rang, and the low laughter of the malicious person was added to it.

The vibration of the big clock broke the cuckoo's support.The bird couldn't swing the unfinished wooden wings, so it had to fall as stiff as a human.

It should have fallen into the gray, swallowed by the mist.The scene that can be shown in front of the boy's eyes is completely opposite: the hazy gray and white suddenly spread out, and only a handful of them turned into a nest to hold them up.Immediately afterwards, the fog all over the city twisted and twisted, forming a typhoon with the wooden bird as the eye.

Layers of gray mist wrapped around the wood carving, outlining fine scales, condensed into a fat tail, slender limbs, only skeleton wings, a barrel-like swollen body, and a tiny head with only one eye—it was A new body, a real body.The petite statue is gone, replaced by a huge and terrifying twisted beast!

It opened its fleshless wings fiercely, and the dry wings cut through the night like lightning, almost covering the entire sky.The mist gallops and rotates with its movements, as if countless souls are cheering for the coming of the king!
It spread its fleshless wings, waved its dry wings, passed the top of the bell tower, and continued upward, upward, and flew to the sky...

Announcing the arrival of the dragon.

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"!"

Then, Gongsun Ce woke up from the nightmare.

Memories that I don't want to recall flooded into my mind like a tide, and fear and sadness gripped Gongsun Ce's heart for a moment.He propped his forehead with one hand, panting heavily, trying to calm down his emotions, but it was difficult to dispel the nightmare of the past immediately.

The weeping dragon chant still reverberates in his mind, it is the reverberation of the dream that has not yet left.

Because he took off his glasses before falling asleep, the scene in front of him was hazy, as if he was in a fog...

Just like the haze of three years ago, it is still there today.

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(End of this chapter)