Chapter 2331 Crow's Prophecy XI

Terraqueous extended nightmare-like tentacles from beneath its feathers, reaching towards each knight. Controlled by Gita, it spread its wings, and the encroaching shadows surged like a tide. Its seven eyes stood atop its head, resembling blood lights in the shadows, reflecting the gaze of everyone present.

However, its attack inadvertently revealed an anomaly to the knights. The knight caught by the tentacles struggled fiercely and managed to break free from the shadows' grip. The commander, trembling, saw this scene, his eyes flashing with disbelief. He scrambled up from the ground, grabbed a sword, and slashed at a tentacle reaching towards him.

He was merely testing, yet the shadow tentacle broke with the slash, leaving the commander standing in stunned silence. The scene on the street was chaotic, almost every knight was fighting desperately, which perhaps Gita failed to notice this subtle detail.

The phantom summoned from the story was naturally weaker than the original by hundreds or thousands of times, yet it required her full concentration nonetheless. Sweat trickled down her alabaster face, streaming down in droplets. Miss Natural Historian clenched her teeth, as this was almost the most demanding phantom she had summoned. The chaotic fragments and knowledge in her mind seemed to reverse and devour her, but she thought that if she persisted a bit longer, others would be safer.

"It's just an illusion!"

The commander stood in disbelief for a moment before waking as if from a dream. He suddenly remembered the sort of person he was contending against, instinctively turned towards the inn, "It's that damn witch, she deceived us all!" Yet few heard his cry, as the knights competed in fleeing, not to mention the unreliable mercenaries.

The commander vainly tried to stop others but to no avail, and everyone dispersed like a tide. He grasped his sword and headed towards the phantom alone, but then—the form of Terraqueous, King of the Crows, suddenly vaporized, and the shadow that constituted its body dispersed like mist.

Gita released her grip on the book in a dizzy spell, leaning against the wall and sliding down. The magic guided book fell to the floor with a thump, stirring up dust. Miss Natural Historian looked vexed, gazing at her magic guided book, biting her lip yet unable to move.

She lifted her head weakly and asked outside, "Did everyone flee?"

On the balcony, Parker turned his head up, suddenly spun around, opened his mouth, at a loss for words—

"The plan seems to have changed..."

The commander looked at the King of the Crows disappearing before him incredulously, excitement flickering in his eyes, and he suddenly shouted to the others, "Look, it's gone..."

The knights finally perceived this change, halted, and turned around, yet for a moment they remained unsure of what had happened. But as everyone's gaze fixated upon this scene, inside the building Elisa heard a low sound, while across the street, Luo Yu also looked up, and their eyes jointly reflected myriad small black dots, appearing in the sky.

Elisa then lowered her head, eyed the knights on the street, thinking that the spectacle would certainly impress them now.

"The captain has arrived."

She activated the communication crystal and sent out the message.

Mei and Miss Maid were walking side by side out of the inn, seemingly unnoticed by anyone yet. Observing the chaos-ridden street, Miss Knight finally turned her head and said to Xiesta, "Mr. Ade told me just now that he'll be here soon."

But Xiesta remained unperturbed, lifting her purple eyes to silently watch the sky. The adventurers who followed her gaze finally saw the small objects behind the dust, thus it was they, not the knights of the Crow's Claw Sanctuary, who first discovered the scene.

"What is that!?"

Someone could not help but shout.

But the small black things in the sky had already swooped down, splitting into two torrents, numbering approximately thirty or forty. Only then did people see each individual in the torrent—dark red and elongated like octahedral spindle structures.

Evidently, these were constructs, their wings flickering with light mid-air like stars, alternately bright and dim. In Eteliria, constructs of this size could only be Clockwork Fairies, but people had never seen these types of 'fairies'.

Are these variants of the Clockwork Fairy?

Yet their trajectory seemed unlike any form—people's greatest impression of these small constructs was perhaps the Elite's famous battle in the Second World, its most glorious moment—the Fairy Wall, full domain visuality. Yet even that net observing everything from the sky had a width spanning several miles.

And as scouting specialists, Clockwork Fairies rarely—almost never—congregate en masse for deployment.

The sky sounds now neared what ordinary people can perceive as the limit, some knights keen of hearing finally sensed something, looking up towards the air, their eyes revealing astonishment. At that moment, blood and fire descended—

For the Grey Knights, generally at about level seventeen or eighteen, the Sunflame Ray wasn't lethal enough to kill, but it was sufficient to render them combat ineffective. Without any defense, the scorching flames pierced the knight's right arm, causing him to drop his sword to the ground, he screamed, losing balance and falling backward.