The Dragon of the Apocalypse

Attack? Someone launched an attack on the castle?

The Viscountess screamed and looked panicked.

Calm down! Don't panic! The entire castle has a defensive barrier set up by our ancestors. Even the eighth-ring spell cannot destroy it!

We are absolutely safe here!

The Irish Viscount looked normal and his voice was steady.

But the next moment!

boom! ! ! ! ! !

There was a terrifying roar.

The whole castle began to shake crazily!

The Viscountess didn't notice and fell to the ground!

Damn it! What's going on!

The Irish Viscount did not fall down immediately, but instead roared angrily.

The shaking in the whole room had just begun.

The exquisite murals hanging on the walls fell one after another, and all the tables and chairs collapsed, hitting the Viscountess!

The Irish Viscount quickly ran over to protect his wife.

The tables and chairs hit his body, which seemed to trigger the defense of some magic items. A transparent shield rose up, blocking all the tables and chairs.

Dear! Tell me! What is going on? Isn't it said that there is a barrier to protect it?

exclaimed the viscountess.

The barrier is indeed protecting us! But this attack is much more violent than imagined! But! It doesn't matter! We are safe!

The Irish Viscount responded and instinctively looked towards the window of the room!

I saw outside the window that the red torrent was constantly surging! Like a giant wolf, they are attacking one after another!

The barrier that protects them, washed by the red torrent, keeps appearing strange colors!

The Irish Viscount's pupils shrank, what did he see?

The barrier built by our ancestors to be able to defend against eight-ring spells actually had cracks like spider webs!

Kakakka~

The cracks grew bigger and bigger as the red torrent washed away, until...

Peng! ! !

There was a crisp cracking sound.

The entire barrier shattered like shards of glass, and the crimson torrent came crashing in as if it had found a valve!

not good!!

The Irish Viscount was shocked and quickly hugged the lady in his arms tightly. Then, he watched the torrent rushing towards him!

brush! ! !

Torrents surged through his and his wife's bodies, and the Viscountess's body also lit up with a protective shield.

While resisting the red torrent, it couldn't help but make a clicking sound.

No!!!

On one side, a shrill scream sounded.

The viscount and his wife turned around and saw the soldiers just now being washed away by the red torrent!

The Viscountess' whole body was shaken violently, and she was frightened to the point of peeing. She said in a trembling voice:

I...we're not going to die here, are we?

No! Absolutely not! The shields on you and me are all specially made by Master Nanga, and they are enough to withstand five or even six-ring spells.

Five rings? Six rings? Isn't the one outside the eight rings?

... This time, the Irish Viscount fell silent.

They looked at each other and could only pray in their hearts that the torrent of flames would pass quickly.

Until the sound of clicking sounded again and their hearts were about to fall into the abyss, the torrent finally dissipated!

They separated somewhat tremblingly and looked toward their rooms.

This room that I originally lived in every day became strange and terrifying!

The entire room was washed away by the red torrent, and was scorched black with thick smoke!

Most of everything originally disappeared, leaving only a few black charcoal, still crackling and burning.

In the corner of the room, there was a pile of black bones and debris lying there. This was the soldier who gave him the iron piece just now!

And that piece of iron has melted into an irregular shape.

But the Irish Viscount and the Viscountess could not help but see the three lines of words just before their eyes again.

“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?

Did I...really offend God? Offended...God? Is this really divine punishment?

The Irish Viscount said to himself with a somewhat numb expression.

Buzz! !

A strange noise appeared, and the viscount and viscountess saw an old man in his sixties or seventies with half black and half white hair, wearing a black mage robe, appear in the room.

You two! Are you okay?

He slowly walked towards the two of them, holding a staff like a crutch.

Master Nanga...what is going on? Do you...know?

The Irish Viscount stood up slowly. His body could not help shaking, and it was obvious that he had not recovered from the shock just now.

Master Nanga! You must know what happened just now! Right!

With the support of the Viscount, the Viscountess also stood up tremblingly and looked at the black-robed mage with hope.

There is no doubt! This is an attack! There are spellcasters who are infinitely close to the legend, attacking here with all their strength!

Nanga's face was extremely solemn.

Levels 15-19 are all archmage levels, but the difference in strength is not just one or two points.

He Nanga is just a level 16 archmage.

The person who launched this attack was definitely a level 19 archmage, and he was the best among level 19!

He is sure!

Infinitely close to the legend...how...how could this happen...

The faces of the Irish Viscount and his wife were extremely stiff.

They also understand the weight of this sentence. .

Lord Viscount! Forgive me, have you offended anyone recently?

Master Nanga couldn't help but ask.

No! Absolutely not! I haven't been socializing much for a while. I have been staying at home and I have seen many fewer people than before. The Irish Viscount shook his head.

What about you, madam?

I...I didn't either! Every day I go to the musical with my sisters or have afternoon tea. Who can I offend?

The Viscountess shook her head in fear.

Then why?...

Master Nanga frowned with a headache.

Yes! That's right! Your Excellency Nanga! Just now, a soldier came to me with a piece of iron!

Iron?

That's right! I heard that the iron block fell from the sky and landed in front of them. The most important thing is that there are three lines of words engraved on this iron block!

The Irish Viscount said quickly, his expression a bit solemn and frightened.

Which three lines?

“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?

This is a naked threat! Moreover, a threatening notice was issued first and then the attack was launched!

I obviously haven't offended anyone.

That's right! We didn't do anything! We were wronged! Someone else in the city must have offended the attacker! That must be the case! the Viscountess said angrily.

No matter who offended the attacker and what his goal was, I'm afraid the matter is not over yet. The attacker may launch an attack here again...

Master Nanga said.

Will you attack here again? No! No! I don't want this! We will die next time! We will definitely die!

The Viscountess screamed in fear and looked a little crazy.