The Dragon of the Apocalypse

Ireland City.

Located on the edge of the city, there is a large and quaint castle.

The city wall is full of mottled spots, as if it has gone through many years.

At the gate and throughout the castle, there were soldiers patrolling and guarding.

But suddenly.

Peng!

After a burst of noise.

A soldier guarding the castle gate found a long piece of iron falling three meters in front of him!

The sudden impact caused large swaths of soil to fly away, and the iron pieces bounced back, almost hitting the soldiers.

This made them a little frightened. They looked up at the sky and saw nothing except the blue sky and patches of white clouds.

How could iron fall from the sky?

The soldiers were a little confused, but they slowly stepped forward and turned the iron block over.

Afterwards, they were shocked to find that there were actually several lines of words engraved on the iron block.

“Those who offend God will surely be punished by God!

The first disaster will start from here!

mortal! you! Are you ready for death's embrace?

what is this?

A soldier looked at these three lines of words in confusion, with doubts on his face.

Who knows! Don't think too much! Just take this piece of iron and report the matter to the Viscount!

Another soldier mentioned something, and the soldier who spoke earlier hugged the iron block and went to find the Viscount.

No one noticed, or in other words, they couldn't see it at all!

At an altitude of tens of thousands of meters.

In the stratosphere.

The air, water vapor, and dust here are extremely thin.

In an area where there would have been no living creatures at all, there was now a giant dragon with black scales on its back, red scales on its belly, and red eyes.

He slowly flapped the dragon's wings and stayed here quietly.

The harsh environment is nothing to a real dragon like him.

Even if there is no air, he can extract the magic power his body needs from various microorganisms and gases to maintain his physical condition.

At this moment, he was staring down silently, his red eyes almost shrinking to a needle.

It was a bright red needle compared to other parts of his eyeball, which allowed him to see some food on the ground at this extreme distance.

It feels like an ordinary human being can see things from a distance of one to two hundred meters.

He looked at the iron block that had just been smashed and was transported back to the castle, showing a nasty smile.

The truth is only within the range of a cannon! And the truth I hold is dozens of kilometers away!

Ants! Prepare to be baptized by the ninefold truth!

Hum hum… ha ha ha ha…”

Rand couldn't help but laugh wildly at the end.

After a while, he calmly opened the dragon's mouth, and countless elements began to surge.

A red and bright yellow flame sphere quickly condensed, expanded, and contracted!

Finally, there was a hiss.

The fireball falls downwards!

call out! ! !

The fireballs kept falling towards the ground!

40,000 meters...30,000 meters...20,000 meters...10,000 meters...

Until now, some city residents had seen it, but no one took it seriously.

Know 5 kilometers... 2 kilometers... 1 kilometers...

The soldiers guarding the gate and all over the castle all realized something was wrong!

Why did it suddenly turn into evening?

Looking up, there is only one question in my mind?

Why did a fireball fall from the sky?

However, they still didn't take it seriously. It was just a fireball. Even if it fell, what would happen?

The worst they can do is hide far away, isn't it?

At the same time, a few minutes ago, inside the castle.

In a luxuriously decorated room.

A well-dressed middle-aged man sat on a sofa and read books in boredom. Not far from him, there was an equally well-dressed middle-aged woman covered in jewelry.

These two people were none other than the Irish Viscount of Ayr and his wife.

Old guy! Accompany me to the opera house. The play Flower Knight performed by Master Khalil will begin soon.

The Viscountess said casually.

A drama? What's so good about a drama? You've seen [Flower Knight] several times, what else are you watching? Aren't you tired of it?

The Irish Viscount replied without raising his head, looking a little careless.

Hmph! You old thing! It was so exciting to watch [Audition] before! You go to see every performance! Tell me, how many times have you seen it?

The viscountess snorted coldly and immediately glared at the viscount.

This made the Viscount freeze up and his expression became a little unnatural. He slowly closed the book and said:

Why do you always hold on to small things? Now [Audition] has been bankrupted by you! Do you know how much Jintar I lose every month because of this?

Thirty or forty pieces!

I keep telling you that going to Aganfu's place is to establish a relationship with this big taxpayer, but you just don't believe me!

Thirty or forty gold tars! How many soldiers can I raise?

The Irish Viscount muttered angrily.

Bah! Old thing! Do you think I'm blind and my brain is broken? You just went to see those elves dancing in Bichi! It's not enough to watch in the opera house, but you want to watch it in private!? What do you mean, you old thing? Want more face?

how? Still not convinced? Are you trying to talk back to me? I'll tell my father, Earl Herrison, right away! Who do you think you relied on for your position as Viscount? The Viscountess yelled angrily.

The Irish Viscount wanted to retort, but there was a knock on the door.

Lord Viscount! The castle guard said he has something important to report!

Huh? Let him in.

The Irish Viscount frowned slightly and replied, and both he and his wife turned their attention to the door.

The next moment, the door was opened, and they saw a soldier walking in carrying a rectangular, somewhat deformed piece of iron.

What are you doing with this? the Irish Viscount couldn't help but ask.

Lord Viscount! I was guarding the city gate just now, but something strange happened. This piece of iron suddenly fell from the sky and hit me in front of me!

There are words engraved on it! I thought I'd bring it for you to take a look at.

Engraved with words?

The Irish Viscount became slightly more interested, walked over to the soldier, and looked at the iron block.

“Those who offend God will surely be punished by God!

The first disaster will start from here!

mortal! you! Are you ready for death's embrace?

The Irish Viscount read out subconsciously and couldn't help but frown.

Is this a threat? Is this an intimidation? After hearing this, the Viscountess asked with some annoyance.

If you only read the content above, there is no doubt that this is threatening us, but... this is for no reason, and we have not offended anyone!

Why did something like this fall from the sky?

I think it might be some spellcaster's prank!

The Irish Viscount quickly made a judgment, shook his head and said with a smile:

Let him do whatever he wants! What's the use of this kind of boring prank except to make people feel disgusted? Soldier! Get back! Don't pay attention! Just keep everything as usual!

His words had just fallen.

Beep beep beep! !

A piercing magic alarm sounded at this moment!

Thanks to [wretched little fat fat] for the 500-coin reward.

I just asked the editor today to read... Well, I'm not too optimistic.

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