NABC Chapter 446
Chapter 446
Chapter 446: Chapter 347: Such a Brilliant Lightning Strike Chapter 446: Chapter 347: Such a Brilliant Lightning Strike “`
Dark clouds blanketed the sky, obscuring the sun.
The frenzied storm swept across the land, its sharp howling like the wailing of banshees.
Houses creaked audibly, and the relentless wind made it impossible to open one’s eyes, as bats screamed across the sky.
Bolts of lightning did not just strike; they swept across the ground repeatedly—those streams of electricity resembled tornadoes piercing through heaven and earth, gouging trenches in the ground.
Buildings hit by the lightning caught fire...
Yet even so, not a single villager fled their home in panic.
Had it not been for the lit lamps within the rooms and the distinct scent of humans, one might have thought the people had already evacuated.
...
But...
what was happening?
Would they rather burn to death in their rooms than come out?
Even so, why was Aiwass so calm?
Was there not a trace of shame or regret for having involved this ordinary village on his account?
The Penalty Demon hadn’t told him much about the village before, and Wolfram had no interest in prying into such insignificant details.
Yet, at this moment, Wolfram’s brow was deeply furrowed.
Watching the Penalty Demon continuously harnessing the thunder, the Giant Prince felt a subtle and ominous sense of events slipping out of his control.
At that time, Ye Zhi, who had previously been fishing by Sapphire Lake, suddenly furrowed his brow.
A bolt of lightning struck next to him, flipping over his bucket filled with plump salmon and trout—The iron bucket exploded, and Ye Zhi casually swatted it away.
He looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, and his pupils turned blood red in an instant.
“How annoying, Wolfram...”
His voice, calm and deep like that of a poet, gradually became rough and low, “The Mistress said not to trouble her, I wasn’t even planning to come for you...
Now you can’t blame me for this.
“The one who’s seeking trouble now is you.”
As he spoke, the man’s body, thin as a withered tree, began to swell.
He was already nearly two meters tall, but now he grew even taller.
His black hair, like damp seaweed hanging below his shoulders, turned into thick fur.
It was not the emaciated grey wolf he had transformed into before.
Instead, it was a brawny werewolf, over two and a half meters tall, hunching slightly—
He squatted slightly, and suddenly vanished from the spot.
Elsewhere, near the marshlands, Merlin was walking along the road when a rune suddenly lit up on his person.
With no prior warning, he disappeared from the spot.
At the same time, a bolt of lightning struck where he had just been standing, leaving a deep pit.
Then he vanished again—another bolt struck his recent position.
“—Who is it, sick or something?”
Almost struck twice in a row by lightning, even the good-natured Merlin was somewhat angry.
He didn’t even need to analyze it.
It was just like every Wild Hunt night of the past.
But the difference today was that, upon their appearance, they didn’t indulge in their usual raucous jesting.
Instead, they were impeccably lined up in formation, silent.
A somber and chilling atmosphere enveloped the entire Wild Hunt legion.
—Suddenly, a massive bolt of lightning struck!
In the stormy night, a pitch-black hero descended from the sky!
Donning exquisite elf silver armor and wielding a vanguard long spear, the cavalier emerged.
Inside the armor was also a white skeleton.
Beneath it rode a phantom steed with wings on its back.
Originally, whether it was the silver armor, the long spear, or the Pegasus, they all should have been purely white.
The hero was like a pure white comet—but now, it was completely dyed in utter darkness, and that bone-chilling black smoke was seeping out from it.
A shrill clang was heard as the helmet’s visor fell.
Two yellowish lights sprang from the helmet’s eyes, followed by the edges of the Pegasus’ wings turning a similar yellowish hue, as if the vapors were steaming off.
The color transitioned from pure black to a sickly yellow.
Suddenly, all the white armors on the Wild Hunt turned a sickly yellow as well.
Like a dust storm stirring up in the midst of this black night, or as if pure white clouds had transformed into dark clouds.
There was a destructive, oppressive force—
And in the next moment, the Wild Hunt legion charged in the storm.
They briefly illuminated the sky, turning the dark night into a sheer yellowish hue—as though a sandstorm was approaching, or as a spectacle emerging in the downpour.
Facing such power, the Penalty Demon also felt tense.
Upon seeing the Wild Hunt legion’s arrival, it immediately dispensed with maintaining the “thunderstorm” to avoid drawing too much attention.
It had never experienced a battle of this scale before, and had simply turned tail and ran at the first sign of trouble.
It wondered if His Royal Highness the Prince could attract its attention...
—Sure enough, the Penalty Demon was relieved when it saw not a single Wild Hunt charge in its direction.
Good, the plan had worked.
This “thunderstorm” had been extremely effective!
Even at the cost of such strength, it was worth it!
Indeed, this was how it should be done—destroy those buildings to prevent the enemy from hiding, kill all living things to cut off any possibility of the enemy receiving support.
It might have even already dealt a serious blow to the enemy, or even killed them!
And the Wild Hunt King, drawn out by the storm, had been led away by Wolfram!
Such a brilliant lightning strike!
It had blocked the enemy’s reinforcements, initiated a thorough, unstoppable group attack, used Wolfram to draw away the most threatening Wild Hunt King, and simultaneously arranged for Wolfram, who might betray it at any moment, to be killed by the Wild Hunt King...
It was indeed a multi-pronged plan!
In the end, there could only be one beneficiary!
“—The only one to seize the Book of Law will be me!”
The demonic creature, looking ferocious as a demon, clad in black, matte scales with a mix of crocodile, tortoise, and bat-like black wings, let out a roar, followed by a delighted laugh.