The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

He! He! He!

He's praising me!

?

Such a high-ranking person actually gave himself such an evaluation!

Excitement, anticipation, and even longing filled Andrew with a sliver of unrealistic hope that the other party would make more promises.

"They all received the prophecy and have been searching ever since."

"I hope that in the end, you won't become..."

But Ning Feng didn't say anything more at this moment. He just waved his hand with a sigh, and then a silver compass silently fell into Andrew's hand.

what is this?

"Take it with you, and it will guide you to the starlight that points the way forward."

confused.

After saying that, without explaining, he waved lightly at Andrew.

Whoosh.

Andrew, who was still in the sky, was suddenly transferred to the deck of the cruise ship and landed in the middle of the legends.

ended?

Then, just when everyone thought things were finally coming to an end...

Ning Feng, hovering high in the sky, turned his head and looked in one direction.

His eyes were filled with indifference, as if he were staring at something.

Then, he spoke softly to the empty void:

"roll."

The instant the sound faded, a dazzling beam of magical energy shot out from the Sky City!

It shot into the sky in an instant!

Kacha.

A huge shattering sound came from

what! ?

Before the legends could even be shocked by the terrifying power that arrived in an instant, they heard a painful roar.

"Roar!

! ”

It was the roar of a dragon!

Blood fell from the sky.

A massive, grotesque body plummeted straight down from the sky!

It's a dragon!

"You guys finally couldn't hold back anymore."

Ignoring the severely injured dragon that had been pushed out to be executed, he gazed at the enormous hole in the sky and said calmly:

"It's been a long time..."

“Saints.”

Chapter 248 Witness

The dragon fell from the sky.

It was a terrifying being that could be considered a dominant force in the eyes of any creature, yet its chest was pierced through, and hot dragon blood gushed from the huge wound. Now, it could only whimper as it fell straight down, crashing heavily onto the water.

winter!

The massive shape, larger than a truck, resembled a depth charge falling into the water, its painful and feeble cries creating huge waves.

But few of the legends' eyes fell on the dragon; most of them were pondering the word Ning Feng had just mentioned.

[The Saint]

"A saint? This concept..."

Few of the legends present, or those who have reached the level of legend, are idiots.

Having undergone the transformation of breaking through to legendary status, even melee legendary characters possess intelligence that allows them to accumulate more knowledge.

They have a wealth of information and are quite familiar with this term.

The more this happened, the more silent they became. Some even frowned openly, already thinking about how to escape.

A saint?

What is a saint?

In the Dark Ages, legends were not qualified to call themselves saints; only those favored by the gods were qualified.

Moreover, the prerequisite for having such a title is their own ability.

To put it in the simplest terms...

Beyond the legendary!

Every saint is a powerful being, even beyond the realm of legend!

Of everyone present, only Archmage Augustus was considered worthy of the title of Saint; the rest were not.

Moreover, the saint Ning Feng mentioned doesn't seem to be just one!

Danger.

These legendary beings, hiding their true identities, certainly don't harbor any benevolent intentions; they likely have their own thoughts and ideas.

So they're here to target Augustus?

Despite being watched by the crowd, some discreetly and others warily, Augustus seemed completely oblivious, quietly gazing up at the sky and at Ning Feng, who was now floating indifferently before the Sky City.

Although Augustus himself did not make any statement, many legends have already tacitly accepted this fact.

In any case, the situation is extremely dangerous now!

But they did not act rashly, as the situation was not yet at its most critical point.

They didn't know how strong the legendary ones were, but there were so many legends present, they couldn't possibly be completely powerless, right?

And there is another matter that has left the legends quite puzzled.

"Where in this world can saints conjure up from?!"

Those who are above the legendary level have basically disappeared. The archmage is one of the most frequently seen among them. The rest seem to have been out of touch for hundreds of years.

They soon found out the answer...

The azure sky, pierced by the magical beam, was empty, but now it appeared wrinkled, like a curtain painted and decorated with a brush.

Space is distorted, compressed, and shattered...

scoff!

The sky was like a huge hole torn in a canvas, revealing the pitch-black color behind the beautiful painting, and the power hidden within it.

A terrifying magical power, enough to make even legends take notice, surged forth from it!

A being enveloped in light, whose face and even its shape were somewhat indistinct, flew out from the hole.

The figure floating in the sky radiated a strong glow!

But it was not evil; it shimmered with golden light like the sun, reflecting the blazing sun in the sky.

Its appearance and size were difficult to discern; the only clear feature was the four pairs of enormous, pure white wings behind it.

This is a special being with eight pure white wings on its back.

Eight pairs of wings floated and fluttered behind him, scattering brilliant light with each flap.

Moreover, at the moment of his arrival, a grand hymn began to resonate around him.

It seemed as if millions of people were singing together, chanting a supreme name, praising her greatness and benevolence.

Although he didn't say anything, just seeing him for a moment reminded one of the heavenly messengers in myths and legends who carried out divine missions.

Angel.

Extraordinary creatures!

This saint hidden in the sky is not a human legend, but an extraordinary being!

goo.

The sound of swallowing was particularly clear at that moment, but no one questioned who it was, nor did anyone laugh at the person's nervousness.

All the legends present sensed that something was wrong.

These legends have all fought against extraordinary beings, and their strength can be said to have been forged in countless battles.

But in all this time, the strongest beings they have ever seen are only legendary-level extraordinary creatures.

The existence of extraordinary beings beyond the legendary is not unheard of, and it is quite plausible.

Humans have never been a benevolent species. When faced with extraordinary beings with whom they share a deep-seated blood feud, they will certainly not hold back if they can exterminate them completely.

The reason why supernatural beings have only been driven out rather than directly exterminated so far is not only to leave external threats to prevent internal strife from spiraling out of control, but also out of fear.

They are wary of the old monsters that have survived from the Dark Ages, and guard against high-end forces with truly world-destroying capabilities.

They knew about this situation, but they had never actually seen it.

Never!

At this moment, the saint, who seemed like a figure from an urban legend, has now appeared before the world in a grand and imposing manner.

Not right.