A blind sand thief brought Mahazar to the bodies of those missing arms and legs, pointed to the fragments and said, "Come on, this is the case, although I can't understand it, I always feel that this is not a good sign."

The King of Sand Thieves was squinting one eye as the strands of red smoke rose from the pile of corpses. He pulled out the scimitar, held the knife in one hand, and fiddled among the pile of corpses. At this time, a stumbled sand thief ran over from afar, feeling angry and ecstatic. "Boss, we're attacking!"

But Mahazar only looked at the one-eyed sand thief indifferently and asked, "When did you find it?"

“Just just now.”

"They asked me to sort out the bodies. Young people will always lose a lot of spoils, so I put them here together. That's the thing, so boss, what should we do?"

Mahazar was about to answer, but suddenly attracted attention for a faint golden thread that appeared in the sky in his eyes. Under the towering tower, the Sand Pirate Gate was rushing up to the city wall. They cut off the heads of those who were not dead and pushed the headless bodies down from the city wall. Pieces of white light quickly rose under the city wall.

And in the sky behind the tower, the dark clouds as the background, the golden thread is really slowly extending.

Until, across the night sky.

"What is that?" Mahazar suddenly turned around and asked.

"What, boss?" The one-eyed Sand Pirate smacked his lips.

"I'll ask you what that is?" Mahazar roared: "Let the people above take them down!"

But it was too late.

The golden thread that slowly extended forward had turned into a meteor.

It was getting faster and faster, and the hull was shaking more and more violently. It could not even be called shaking, but made a deafening squeaking sound, like every board and every rivet, fighting for their own independence and leaving.

But in this system that is about to collapse, there is an extremely calm look.

Luo Yu's heart was now filled with a rare peace. Although he was not a person who liked to say more and do less on weekdays, mute was the word he heard the most since childhood, and the other one was probably excellent. In the eyes of others, he was probably the most perfect child of other people.

But speaking less and doing more does not mean that there is no stimulating emotion in your heart, otherwise you might not have taken such a path - although there are more or less factors that influence parents, and you will inevitably want to become a person like your parents. Imitation and recognition are probably the first motivation for many people when they were children.

But at this moment, he restrained the complex thoughts and complex feelings in his heart, and only looked at the altimeter on the magic furnace. The pointer was shaking in the trembling state. The principle of the Altaria altimeter was used to calculate the content of the air stroke elements of different altitude layers. Generally speaking, it was quite accurate. At this moment, the number pointed to by the pointer was jumping downward in units of one hundred per second.

Seven hundred, six hundred, five hundred…

But that number seems to have become a simple number.

Luo Yu's hand was terrifyingly stable, and he turned the three copper rings on the crystal base in turn to set the detonation time for the last explosive crystal. But he did not put the crystal back into the fixed square, but held it in his hand. Hundreds of crystals would generally explode in sequence within a delay of one to two seconds at 0:00 to avoid the time of etheric oscillation.

Everything is ready, as long as the airship can enter the predetermined position at the specified time—

However, how many possibilities are there for the latter, at least in Luo Yu's opinion, everything is certain.

The chattering girl appeared in his mind, always full of passionate vitality, completely opposite to himself.

Under the dark ground of the swamp ruins, in the ancient temple, in the dense jungle, the other party seemed to have endless energy, chattering endlessly, confronting Parker, blinking his eyes and looking at him, expressing curiosity about his spells, and calling him "our hero".

Hero, that is exactly what parents interpret this profession.

It is also the root of what he pursues.

From Tapolis' youth training camp to this day, he has seen only ordinary callers, but he has never seen any "hero". The "heroes" under the halo are too far away from him. It is difficult for him to define what a "hero" is before meeting the pilobe.

But now, it should be considered

Father, mother.

He couldn't help but think of that gentle word:

"The first time, it will happen a little suddenly."

"In that world, people will cherish their opportunities carefully, just as they cherish everything in this world."

“But what do people always give…”

"Passively, or actively."

"Only after you learn to make choices, you will truly grow up. With such experience, you may truly understand the world."

The pointer on the altimeter jumped suddenly and crossed the number three hundred. It was the lowest height of the ship set by Fang Yu for him—

A blue-blue flame jumped out of the overloaded magic furnace. The blue wind element turned into a bright ball of flame when it touched the air. It stretched backwards and lit the sails. The long flames were like a golden flag spreading out, waving in the wind.

Luo Yu looked at the flag.

...

"Luo Yu, jump off the ship."

"Luo Yu?"

"Luo Yu, are you here?"

"Luo Yu!?"

Fang Yu suddenly raised his head and looked at the sailboat burning with flames in the distance, slowly falling towards Questak - due to the distance, he had such an illusion.

The sound of wind lingered in my ears, and the green wind element wings behind me had already spread to the extreme. He looked not far away, and was Luo Hao, the box and several guards of the King of Sands. Ye Hua was in the other direction. The tail feathers brought by the wind element were just like a long blue tail mark.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! A faint premonition flashed through his heart. "Box, Luo Hao, please call me Luo Yu, it seems that something is wrong with my communication system--"

"Luo Yu, the captain is calling you."

"Luo Yu, are you there?"

"Luo Yu?"

Fang Yu held the communication crystal tightly in his hand, but what was heard from the team channel was only quiet noises and boxes above the background sound. Luo Hao's low call. Listening to this sound, he seemed to suddenly understand that his communication system was not broken.

But all the calls were muddy and there was no response.

Fang Yu looked at that direction in a daze, and finally heard the somewhat calm, familiar voice:

"I am here."

After a while, the voice found a clumsy excuse:

"There was a little problem."

"See you later."

The dinghy burning with raging flames was like a meteor falling to the horizon, dazzling and dazzling.

Fang Yu gritted his teeth and watched this scene silently.

At that moment, he suddenly understood something in his heart. It was the choice of a boy and the choice of a man.

...

The sand thief on the city wall seemed to have been captured by a magic of time.

In that strange scene, they passed through the city and rushed forward like a black tide, but in an instant, they stopped at the same time. Everyone turned around and stretched their necks, looking at the wonders above the sky, like a stone statue, turning their necks stiffly-

Their eyes, with the rolling flames descending from the air, had completely turned into a fire ball, just like a meteorite falling from the sky, with long tail flames, whizzing past the city and above each of them.

The scene fell into the eyes of everyone who witnessed the moment, and it actually happened a little "slowly", as if watching the fire ball slowly pass through the sky, slowly passing over their heads, slowly falling to the side of the battlefield, and falling to the towering spire.

When the airship burning with flames slowly passed by them, everyone seemed to have an illusion, as if they felt a look, staring at each of them on the boat.

And in that conversation, there was actually a silent listener.

Tianlan was already in tears, her hands were trembling and she could hardly hold the big sword in her hand. She wanted to cry loudly because in the end, she still hadn't changed everything.

But someone helped her change-

It was a snow in Dulun, which was so white that it was a little dazzling.

It is the fireworks blooming in the night sky, like flashing light, reflected into the hearts of the boy and the girl.

It is a bunch of holly branches, with the most beautiful flowers on that winter night.

It is an ancient promise, a promise of a boy.

Sky Lan held blurry tears and watched the flame extending towards the end of her vision.

Then time resumed its flow, and the ancient magic seemed to have lost its effectiveness. The meteors crossed the night sky and fell to the center of the battlefield.

That is the brightest light.

The bright light also reflected on Mahazar's face, a snow-white color.

Amid the huge sound, the whole world seemed to be quiet. The old sand thief, who had a blind eye, gestured with his hands, as if he wanted to say something, but he could only see his mouth open and close, but he could not make any sound. Mahazar pushed the man away and walked towards his sand lizard.

But the shock wave came towards us, and the dust that was rolled up swept across like a thick wall. The king of sand thieves raised his hand to block him, lowered his head, and let out a sharp roar, as if he had returned the sound of this world again.

He heard a few sharp sounds, screaming with the sand thieves, and then the noise of heavy objects falling to the ground and colliding with the human body.

The gravel obscures everything and makes the whole world dim.

...

The noble lady turned around and stared at the bright flash in the darkness.

Her expression seemed a little calm, and her eyes, like a shallow sea, also sank into the dark color, but under the depth, there was still a little starlight reflected.

The violent explosion sounded like a moment before it came from afar. The ground was shaking slightly, causing the disrepaired palace to rustle with dust and debris.

Silweid looked at the dark red crystal in his hand. It originally belonged to Ai Xiaoxiao, quietly listening to the conversation coming from inside. Then she put it in her palm, raised her head, and walked forward.

In the deep palace there, a girl was carrying her skirt and ran out in panic. She looked at the noble lady in front of her with a pale face and asked incredible look: "Silweid, why are you still staying in Questak? It's not safe at all here now."

"And you dare to come to this place. Don't you know, are they looking for you...?"
To be continued...