Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 616 Black Dragon!

"Boom~"

The entire gallery building collapsed under the magical baptism of fire, turning into ruins.

Sunny ignored it and fled to the Lisberg Civil Cooperative Wizards in Ottoland.

He raised the golden scepter in his hand.

A bluish-green, damp gale howled out, blowing towards the gallery shrouded in smoke and flames.

All the male wizards gripped their staffs tightly, sweat beading on their foreheads but not daring to wipe it away, their eyes fixed intently on the gallery.

Miguel then cast a spell, creating a blue magical barrier in front of everyone, separating them from the street where the gallery was located.

"Whoo~"

The thick smoke that had almost covered the entire street was easily dispersed by the strong wind.

The raging fire was extinguished as the wind tore the source of the flames apart.

The gallery site is now just a vast, charred, sparking ruin, nothing else remains.

"Where are the people?!!"

Sunny's face darkened, and Ben Ade's wizards erupted in a violent commotion.

They cautiously scanned their surroundings, but found no suspicious figures until…

Miguel felt the increasingly heavy and terrifying pressure in the air. He looked up and noticed a green light flashing across the sky.

"Up in the sky!" Miguel shouted.

Sunny suddenly looked up, caught sight of the figure in mid-air, and was about to cast a spell to attack.

The Wild Hunt in mid-air flashed another green light and disappeared.

Two dazzling bolts of lightning and a sharp ice spike pierced through the green light, but missed, shooting into the sky and disappearing into the unknown.

Those were some of the male wizards whose spellcasting speed was fast enough by Ban Ad.

"Where? Where? Why isn't it here again..."

Sunny shouted anxiously, and without anyone reminding him, he saw the emerald flash appear higher in the sky.

Flash!

Show yourself!

Flash!

Show yourself!

……

Several streaks of green light flashed across the sky.

Everyone, including Sunny, was stunned.

What kind of strange skill is that?
When did spatial magic become usable like this?!

To outsiders, it might be just a brief teleportation of a few dozen meters, far less than how warlocks can appear thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye through a portal.

But to male wizards, especially those who control portals, they are simply mortals, horrified to see a sorcerer change the course of the heavens with a single hand.

Because most spatial spells require "gaps" to complete their various operations.

That would require a lot of calculations to ensure that the portal opens where it should, and not in a crevice in the rock, a crater in a volcano, or thousands of miles in the sky.

Teleportation, a spatial spell that only requires calculating the location of two places within a sufficient amount of time, is currently only mastered by a select group of warlocks in the High Council of the Brotherhood of War.

The sheer volume of calculations, the control over magic, and the affinity for space involved in such rapid, continuous displacement is enough to make one's scalp crawl.

Not to mention, it's not a single or double teleportation, but a continuous displacement.

To put it simply...

It's like using a violent fireball spell to burn out a charcoal map of the cities, towns, mountains, and rivers of the northern continent.

Moreover, it must be accurate to the level of hundreds of meters.

That's an impossible task!

"Senni, what kind of monster is that?!" A radical wizard put down his staff and couldn't help but ask.

Sunny glared at him fiercely, but he was powerless to do anything about the green light flashing in the sky.

No matter how instantaneous a spell may be, it still takes time to cast.

Their senses could keep up, but their spellcasting speed couldn't keep up with the Wild Hunt's leaping speed, and they couldn't predict the location of the next green dot in the vast sky.

This has little to do with strength. Even if Ottoran were here, it would be difficult for him to track down the Wild Hunt using only elemental attack spells.

Not to mention that at this moment, "Wild Hunt" has completely teleported out of the effective attack range of all instant-cast spells.

Is it a treasure that manipulates the convergence of celestial spheres that bestows upon it this power?

Sunny's eyes gleamed with greed.

Even a mere "Wild Hunt" possessing this power could easily manipulate them.

If he were to seize the treasure, Ben Ade's opponents, Hen Gedimidis, Ottoland, the Risberg Civil Cooperative...

What problems could those who oppose him possibly have?

He will become a god walking among humans!
"Senny, what do we do now?"

Miguel felt a chill run down his spine.

What terrified him, or more accurately, everyone, was that the Wild Hunt made no attempt to conceal its intentions.

It is rapidly approaching the giant object falling from the sky.

What would happen if the two really did come together?
Miguel shuddered. After asking that question, he instinctively looked towards Ottoran and the spot where the large group of Wild Hunt members had crashed.

But then he suddenly remembered that the Wild Hunt Legion and Master Ottolan had both fallen to the ground because of "it," that strange roar.

Miguel certainly didn't believe that such a height would kill Ottoran and the Wild Hunt Legion.

But even if they are unharmed, can they still fly into the sky at this point?

If they can't fly through the sky, how can they stop the "Wild Hunt"?

Ban Ade has already suffered utter destruction once; must it suffer it again?

……

Sunny fell silent upon hearing this.

A green flash in the sky brought the falling behemoth, trailing a long plume of smoke, ever closer.

“Let’s go!” Sunny gritted his teeth and said fiercely, “We’re going to find those two traitors, Wigfordts and Lydia van Bradwater!”

“They kidnapped Hen Gedimidis with the Wild Hunt. The Dean is the most important person to us.”

"And they... must know the Wild Hunt's secrets!"

As for the treasure that can control the convergence of celestial spheres, as long as one lives, and waits until Ottoran, Wild Hunt, and that monster fight and are severely injured, the one in the best condition will be the ultimate owner of the treasure.

Kill it!
It would be best to fight until blood flows like a river, until everyone dies together!
Miguel and the Ban Ad wizards around him breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

"Shouldn't we go see Master Ottolan?" Miguel suddenly remembered the legendary mage whose fate was still unknown.

Sunny glanced silently at the thick smoke rising from the ground a street or two away, then his eyes flickered.
“That’s Otoland, Miguel, Otoland of the Risberg Civil Cooperative, Otoland of the Supreme Council, Otoland of the Talents and Skills Association…”

"Heng..."

Sunny paused, skipping over a name that was rather unpleasant:

"...After that, he became the most powerful male wizard in the world..."

“Ottoran is none of our business!” Miguel said, then hesitated.

Is this a question of whether someone is strong or not, or whether they have the right to care?

With no radicals left, the only way to secure Ban Ade's "throne" is to rely on Otoland and the Risberg Civil Partnership.

Besides, Henry Gedimidis's fate is currently unknown. What if he survives...?
Miguel harbored countless anxieties, but he didn't voice them at this moment.

All the male wizards and guards who had been sent out on patrol had now gathered here with Ottolana.

The entire Ban Ade region was in complete chaos amidst the scattering of refugees, displaced people, and powerful figures.

If Henry Gedimidis really was taken away by Vigforts, how could they possibly find him under these circumstances?

Sunny... he was just scared...

Miguel was momentarily at a loss.

The Sunny he knew shouldn't be like this.

They knew each other when they were still apprentices.

Back then, Sunny dared to defy his mentor for the sake of his companions, and officially graduated, shedding the title of apprentice. After being appointed as a wandering warlock by the Brotherhood of Warlocks, he was even more fearless of power, uncovering several cases of collusion between the powerful and the supernatural.

He was assassinated countless times, but in the end, it was his fearless courage that allowed him to eradicate countless evil supernatural forces.

After returning in triumph, he declined the high-ranking position of appeasement from the Brotherhood of Sorcerers and, at the invitation of Hen Gedimidis, returned to Ben Ade to study the most basic principles of magic, uniting young sorcerers who were extremely dissatisfied with both the secular and the supernatural worlds to jointly plan the transformation of this world.

How could they possibly abandon their companions—even if they were the wizards of the Ottoland and Risberg civil cooperatives who were usually at odds with each other—and flee in a panic and a sorry state?

Then one year, two years, three years...

Now, nearly a century has passed. When did they become like this?
Was it after Henry Gedimidis was seriously injured and Sunny began to block the power?
Or perhaps even earlier, when that Witcher appeared...

"Miguel, hurry up!" Sunny took a few steps, then realized something was wrong and turned back to urge him on, "If we're any later, those two traitors will escape with Henry Gedimidis!"

After speaking, without waiting for Miguel's reply, he glanced at the sky above and hurriedly left.

Miguel opened his mouth slightly, watching as Sunny led the male wizard of Ban Ade, running silently and frantically toward the edge of Ban Ade New City. After thinking for a moment, he sighed softly and followed.

They want to escape, but can they really escape?
-
The answer is of course no.

Before they could even run out of the upper town...

"boom!"

Ling Ran's overwhelming pressure suddenly erupted, like countless mountains crashing down, or like countless battering rams suddenly smashing down, breaking skulls, obscuring eyes, and numbing breathing.

"what!"

"what happened?!!"

Amidst the piercing screams and muffled groans, Sunny, Miguel, and a large group of Ban Ade wizards, who had finally recovered from the dull trembling in their chests, turned their heads in horror to look up at the sky.

The green light was still flashing, but the flashing frequency had slowed down.

The colossal object shrouded in thick black smoke and fog had somehow become suspended in mid-air, resembling a giant gray egg, its brilliance contrasting with the dark sun in the sky.

A terrifying scene depicting the end of the world, where the legendary White Frost is about to destroy it.

Time stood still at that moment, until a strange sound suddenly resounded throughout the world.

"Boom!"

Whose heart was beating? Yet, it was clearly heard by everyone.

Senny, Miguel, and the others, who were suffocating under the immense, almost tangible pressure, held their breath at the sound of the heartbeat. Their instinctive sense of crisis seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, or more like being in the middle of nowhere, hiding in the grass, when suddenly a hungry lion brushed past the grass.

The next second, just as they were looking at each other in horror, thinking of finding a house nearby to hide in,

"Boom!"

With another thud, the smoke around the giant object dimmed slightly, revealing metallic black scales.

The oppressive force grew increasingly heavy.

"Such magical favor is enough to instill fear even in us..."

"what is that?"

"It has black scales, is it a snake? Or perhaps..."

The words have not yet fallen.

"Boom!"

The final thud completely dissipated the smoke.

With the restraints removed, a slender, almost perfectly curved tail hung down, and at that very moment, a flash of emerald light merged with the tail.

follow closely……

Two black wings that blotted out the sky suddenly unfolded, stirring up a fierce hurricane that dispersed the dark clouds gathering in the sky, and also caused dust and smoke to rise up in Ban Adecheng.

The colossal creature revealed its imposing form.

What a creation it was!
Its bright scarlet eyes gleamed with a dazzling yet ferocious light, its scales looked as if they had been finely painted, and its entire body was almost pure black.

It spread its bat-like black wings, and its large, scarlet eyes looked at them with awe, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing.

The matte black scales could not conceal the thick, powerful limbs and body beneath.

An indescribable blend of ferocity and elegance was perfectly combined.

"dragon……"

Miguel's voice was hoarse; rather than answering his own question, he was questioning the world.

"A black dragon! That's a black dragon that went extinct long ago!"

"Don't be ridiculous! This world has long since withered and can no longer contain those monsters..."

"Then what is that in front of you? We feel this terrifying pressure. Could it all be created by an illusion?"

……

At this moment, Ban Ade's male wizards suddenly erupted into a quiet but intense argument.

Fear robbed them of their usual composure and calmness.

Dragons are unlike any other creature in this world; they are symbols of magical energy and have ruled this continent many times in the past.

The black dragon is the most unique of them all.

In the oldest prophecies, they are the minions of the White Frost, the natural enemies of all living beings, including the dragons themselves, and the destroyers of the world…

Normally they would yearn to encounter powerful beings who were born with special favor, but now...

When a black dragon actually appeared before them, the sheer terror made them want to run away.

"Shut up!"

Sunny gave a soft shout, tiptoed, made a gesture, and immediately fled along the shadows cast by the remaining buildings.

But next second...

A targeted, immense pressure suddenly struck, causing Sunny's body to stiffen abruptly, and he instinctively turned to look.

"Roar--"

The dragon let out its first roar upon descending upon the world.

His scarlet vertical pupils were lowered.

The black Grim Reaper has chosen his prey.

(End of this chapter)