Star-crossed lovers (8k)
Later, Zijin reported something. The elite senior staff officer that Ruixiuli had captured, after interrogation, revealed new intelligence: the goblins' large-scale attack was to carry out a secret plan codenamed "Blasphemy".
"Desecration"?
"The core is a mysterious weapon provided by the Divine Covenant Faction," Zijin said. "Even among the goblin elites, only a handful know about it. This senior staff officer is the only one among the officers we've captured who knows. But he's not the one who carried out the plan; he only knows this small part of the gist."
"Understood." Su Ming pondered for a moment, marked this intelligence as the highest priority, pushed it to all frontline commanders, and ordered each unit to consciously collect information related to "Desecration".
As the only city in this battle to completely capture the enemy command post, Katharine's location in Sharp Gorge City naturally became a key unit in this task.
However, when she saw the mountain of captured documents piled up on the command post table, she also felt a headache coming on. The recent letters and various miscellaneous records alone took up half of the long table.
Although this long table is measured in goblin sizes, the goblin documents are also written in small characters!
Katharine picked up a stack of papers; the goblin's handwriting was exceptionally messy. Without examining each page carefully and analyzing it, it would be difficult to find anything useful.
"There are so many things to deal with at the front, we don't have enough manpower to handle them," she told Su Ming frankly via communication.
"Scan and send back to command center," Su Ming instructed. "We'll handle it here."
With the continuous improvement of the otherworldly language model in the Electricity-Swallowing Beast System, using it for batch text processing can significantly improve efficiency.
Katharine immediately assigned three clerks to organize and categorize the pile of documents, awaiting the arrival of the scanning equipment brought by the logistics troops.
She herself began to deal with the various messy clean-up and deployments within Sharp Gorge City.
First came the cleanup of Sharp Gorge City. Beneath the city lay a network of narrow tunnels, barely wide enough for goblins to pass through, providing an ideal hiding place for the remaining enemy forces.
Some diehards plotted a nighttime operation to create chaos and attempt to rescue the prisoners.
Normally, both dragons and humans would struggle to handle such a situation, as it would be time-consuming, laborious, and cause additional damage. But necromancers are an exception – wherever goblins can go, undead goblins can too.
The goblins who originally hid away to be "ghosts" have now become the targets of ghosts.
This round of clearing operations soon brought an unexpected surprise - a necromancer dragged out the city lord of Sharp Gorge City from a deep underground cave.
"Well done!" Katharine smiled slightly. "Hand him over to the interrogation team for close monitoring," she said, "Make sure they get him to talk, especially about the ' Desecration plan'!"
"Yes!" the subordinate responded, dragging the struggling goblin city lord away.
****
On the crumbling city wall, a petite member of the Final Bone Mad Machines, wearing a woolen hat, landed on an elegant Silver Dragon and went straight to a pile of goblin weapons.
The cleanup crew looked on in astonishment. Although the fuses had been removed from the pile of things, given the notoriously "reliable" nature of goblin weapons, you might not expect them to explode, and you'd definitely be pleasantly surprised if you didn't.
Therefore, the command center had no intention of recycling or reusing these items, but instead instructed members of the Final Bone Mad Machines to control the undead and carry out centralized destruction.
This pile is the result of the undead's hard work in moving it. According to the normal procedure, it will be moved outside the city later and then blown up.
The two, a human and a dragon, began searching through the wreckage with unbridled focus. Those around them began to speculate that they might be on a special mission, and thus remained silent.
The Silver Dragon quickly pulled out a cylindrical goblin rocket with its fuse removed.
"This stuff—can it really make a delicious army stew?" she asked her companion in a low voice, full of skepticism.
"I got this recipe from a goblin chef, it's absolutely reliable!" Her dining companion patted her flat chest confidently.
This is the most popular food among the goblin army. The armory soldiers hollow out the warheads of rockets, stuff them with various ingredients and seasonings "obtained" by the supply team brothers, mix them thoroughly, and shake them well; the mechanics team is responsible for modifying the thrusters to make them burn slowly and release stable heat.
Before long, the compartment where the warhead was originally located began to gurgle and fill with a fragrant aroma.
The goblin soldiers would secretly share the "army pot" in the dead of night, and then restore everything before the officers discovered it at dawn. If handled well, more than half of the propellant in the rocket would still be left, without affecting its subsequent use.
"Army stew" is also considered a symbol of the goblin spirit of unity and cooperation.
Silver Dragon and her partner continued their search and soon found another relatively intact rocket. Silver Dragon picked one up with each of her front paws and turned to leave.
But before he could take two steps, a few sparks suddenly flew out from the pile of weapon wreckage behind him! Immediately afterward, blinding flames shot up, instantly igniting the entire pile. Crimson, pale green, and ghostly blue flames roared and surged and intertwined like angry venomous snakes!
"Oh no!" both the man and the dragon exclaimed simultaneously, and took off running!
But it was too late. The out-of-control explosion, like a chain reaction, swept through the accumulation point! Dozens of wrecked rockets were detonated, trailing wildly twisting flames, and darted and crashed in all directions like headless flies!
Katharine and her group, who were patrolling nearby, were immediately alarmed by the powerful series of explosions.
A powerful High Rank mage beside her was about to rush over to help, but was stopped by Katharine.
"No need, their skin is much thicker than yours," she told the monk.
Before the words were even finished, the area of flames erupted in a massive explosion, with flames and thick smoke billowing and spreading outwards.
In the firelight, the shimmering scales on the "Silver Dragon" peeled off and crumbled like fragile tin foil, revealing a brownish-black wooden armor beneath, covered with deep grooves and natural wood grain, resembling the roots of an ancient tree!
Several pieces of scorching metal, flying at high speed, struck her back with the impact of the explosion, but only knocked away a few clumps of dry wood chips, failing to harm her body in the slightest.
Somewhat counterintuitively, Forest Dragon are actually the most defensively capable of Dragon Race. However, they are gentle by nature and lack the ability to fight on the front lines, so they have never appeared in combat.
That's why this matter gradually became little known.
"A disguised Forest Dragon?" The mage realized; this was indeed a very strange thing.
He quickly glanced at the Forest Dragon's side, at her human partner.
The other person was also desperately trying to escape in the shockwave of the explosion. A fireball that exploded at close range suddenly blew off her woolen hat, revealing long, emerald green hair like tender buds underneath.
The mage completely withdrew his concentrated Magic Power. "So it's Miss Unicorn—then there's no need for assistance."
The most violent shockwave arrived, sending the unicorn and the dragon flying like falling leaves, tumbling and plummeting from the city wall with a "thud," landing dusty and covered in dirt on the earthen mound at the base of the wall.
The necromancers nearby alertly retreated to a safe distance the moment the incident occurred. Only a few unlucky zombies were affected, their "service" ending prematurely.
Katharine sighed, flew over, and landed in front of Qiluo, who had just pulled her head out of the ground and was spitting out sand in a disheveled state. However, when the Forest Dragon shook its huge head and struggled to stand up from the pit, it was still tightly gripping the two goblin rockets in its front claws!
Katharine, unable to bear it any longer, threw two punches in quick succession!
Two rockets were violently launched into the sky. One of them exploded into a blinding fireball, and fragments of metal rained down.
Qiluo tilted her mud-covered face up, watching the fireworks fade into the sky. She subconsciously licked her lips, regretting the delicious meal she hadn't managed to cook. Turning her head, she met Katharine's almost fiery gaze, and immediately flashed a bright, carefree smile, "Hi, hi, hi! Missed me?"
But the other rocket failed to explode. It stubbornly flew forward, spewing smoke and constantly changing its trajectory, finally veering erratically into the goblin command post.
The clerks who were organizing intelligence documents inside were shocked by what they saw and jumped out of the windows.
"Boom!"
An explosion rang out behind them. The three necromancers turned around and saw that the data they had just painstakingly compiled had been completely engulfed by flames. The entire goblin command post was now surrounded by thick smoke.
Katharine's forehead veins bulged instantly. She rubbed her knuckles, making a crisp sound. "Yes, I miss you so much!!"
"Wait, you smashed this yourself!" Qiluo took a few steps back, protested, and then turned and ran away.
****
When everything had calmed down, and Miss Unicorn was tied up and hanging in the square of Sharp Gorge City, Katharine was finally able to report what had just happened to Su Ming.
"Army stew?" Su Ming looked both amused and exasperated. "Qiluo kidnapped a Forest Dragon, flew across the entire war zone to Sharp Gorge City, just to—cook this monstrous thing?!"
"Now that we've caught them red-handed, what should we do?" Katharine asked. "Tengxi was also injured."
Tengxi is the name of that Forest Dragon. Forest Dragon are shy by nature and mostly hide in the forest; if you're not paying attention, you might not even see them.
It was thanks to Qiluo that Tengxi was able to persuade her to come out.
Just after falling off the city wall, Tengxi was shocked to feel a piercing pain in her rear end—her anus was covered in blood, clearly injured by the rockets straying from the explosion.
At this moment, the Forest Dragon was being held down on the scorched earth by several burly dragons, and the military medic dragon was treating it. This was one of the few tasks he had to perform today.
Tengxi's wailing, choked with sobs, echoed all around, "Waaaaah! I'm not clean anymore--!"
"How is Tengxi's injury?" Su Ming asked.
Katharine turned and whispered a few words to someone. Her slightly helpless reply came through the communicator, "The wound is bleeding profusely, but after examination, the medic found it's mainly due to—a ruptured hemorrhoid."
On the other side, Tengxi's powerful howl continued, "Waaah, I'm too ashamed to face the dragon!"
Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief. As expected of Forest Dragon with extremely strong defense. This Dragon Race group is small in number, but each one in the Ruby Production Base is equivalent to a small agricultural and forestry chemical production line.
One-third of the raw materials for the munitions used to burn cities and destroy villages on the battlefield came from their hard work.
"Qiluo!" Su Ming said angrily, "Take Tengxi back immediately, now! Right now!"
"Hmph!" On the communication screen, Qiluo turned her head to the side, her emerald green ponytail swinging in a sharp arc. "We're on our day off today, it's a normal outing to relax!"
"Heh." Su Ming gave a cold, icy laugh. "If you don't come back right away, I'll let Younier take over the cafeteria!"
Qiluo suddenly began to shake violently.
"Are you a devil?!" she angrily snapped, breaking free of the ropes that were only meant to be used. She stomped her foot on the ground and yelled at Su Ming, "Fine, I'll go back!"
****
After that, Katharine encountered another dispute, which was neither small nor large.
As the three-headed dragon flew low over the city's charred streets, its keen nostrils suddenly detected a strange aroma of meat.
They circled down following the alluring scent, finally stopping in front of a pile of goblin corpses charred by dragonfire.
Beneath the black outer layer of these charred corpses lay a vibrant red interior. They eerily exuded a rich, smoky aroma reminiscent of pine wood, completely lacking the foul odor one would expect from a normal goblin corpse, let alone the stench emanating from the Dragon-Repelling Vine.
The dragons, puzzled, poked at the charred corpse with their claws, speculating that it was a special effect of smoking and roasting. Driven by their "rigorous" academic spirit, they decided to taste it to verify their hypothesis.
"Stop!" the necromancers quickly stopped them. "These are our spellcasting materials!"
The two sides immediately started arguing, which attracted more dragons who began to marvel at the aroma of the goblin corpses, drooling as they watched.
Dragon King Gelie Lie was not surprised by this situation.
"Effect immediately," his voice came through the communication device, "All goblin remains are designated as strategic resources!"
Prioritize undead spell sequences!
The dragons, who had been drooling with anticipation, reluctantly withdrew their claws.
"This is unusual—" Su Ming pondered, "Arrange for autopsies immediately; I suspect these bodies have been tampered with."
Katharine had the same idea, and she nodded.
Some necromancers skilled in dissection were summoned to dissect the corpse for research. As they cut open the body and exposed the organs, a rich aroma resembling cured meat wafted out.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be stuffed with all sorts of random spices.
"Whatever it is, there will definitely be a chef among the participants," a necromancer said.
"I think so too," another agreed, and began taking samples.
****
Katharine herself went to the makeshift interrogation room. The goblin city lord, suspended in mid-air by chains, was groaning intermittently as the instruments of torture were turned.
The goblins are responsible for the mischief on these corpses; asking the Lord of Sharp Gorge City will surely be the right answer.
Katharine closed her eyes to rest for about two thousand minutes, and then the interrogator reported good news. The city lord confessed that the corpses contained poison intended for the dragon.
"It was a trap after all," Katharine sighed.
It's not the enemy's tricks that are frightening, but rather not understanding why the enemy is behaving inexplicably.
Using the corpses of their own people to poison them is a cost-benefit ratio that is hard to assess. Even if the dragons fall for it once, only a few dragons will be poisoned, and the rest of the dragons will not fall for it again.
Moreover, these few might not even be poisoned to death. Because goblins consume the Dragon-Repelling Vine, their corpses also carry a slight toxicity, and the dragon won't eat many of them.
"Heh heh—" The suspended goblin city lord suddenly let out a lisp, his broken teeth spitting out venomous words, "The poison we released—is the Dragon Plague Virus— "
Katharine's pupils suddenly contracted, and then she suddenly understood!
Viruses are contagious, and given the current state of war, the dragons tend to huddle together at night for safety reasons. This creates ideal conditions for the virus to spread!
But Katharine was puzzled. She turned to the interrogator and asked, "Why would this goblin laugh so creepily while betraying his own plans?"
"We used hallucinogenics and hypnosis on him to disrupt his perception," the interrogator explained. "In his vision, the goblin corpses have been eaten by the dragons. And now, fifteen days later, the dragons are suffering from the Dragon Plague, falling ill in droves."
The goblin city lord, who was hanging there, suddenly began to writhe wildly, screaming and laughing, "Rot! You giant insects!"
Roll around in the pus and blood!
"Well done." Katharine stood up and said, "Order the autopsy team to extract the virus and then thoroughly incinerate all the infected corpses! They themselves must also undergo thorough disinfection."
"That's not all," Su Ming added. "Any humans who have come into contact with the corpses must voluntarily avoid contact with the dragons for three days." He thought for a moment, "The dragons from before, also be quarantined on the spot, and will be released after seven days."
"Understood!" Katharine replied.
****
After Tengxi's wound was carefully bandaged, the two enjoyed a hot dinner in Sharp Gorge City before quietly setting off under the cover of night.
The Forest Dragon soared through the night sky, whimpering pitifully, "Waaah—my image is completely ruined! I'll never get married now!"
Qiluo lay lazily on her broad back, which exuded the fresh scent of grass and trees, still clutching a half-eaten flatbread in her hand, and sighed indistinctly, "Ah, my army stew----"
As she spoke, she let out a loud burp, then continued to gnaw on the flatbread. If she weren't so full, would she even need to take bites of this kind of flatbread?
Tengxi flew for a while longer, sobbing, then suddenly realized something was wrong and abruptly turned her neck. "Hey! You don't need to pretend to be human anymore, why don't you fly by yourself?"
"I was caught in the blast and my wings got a little injured," Qiluo said, her voice delicate and fragile.
Tengxi glanced at her but didn't pursue the matter further.
To reduce its weight and facilitate long-distance flight, the Forest Dragon has now shed all its wooden armor, revealing its true form—the fine, yellow scales of the Tengxi Creek Fern, which shimmer with a warm luster under the rising moonlight, as if covered with a layer of newly sprouted fern shoots.
Unlike other dragons known for their scales, Forest Dragon have thin, soft scales, which give them excellent endurance for long-distance flight.
Moreover, their decision to set off overnight was not without reason.
Before long, a winding river appeared below. Tengxi plunged down and fell into a dense forest on the bank.
A soft, brownish light emanated from her body, and a large swath of trees came to life, climbing up her body like vines, intertwining and hardening! The heavy wooden armor that had been discarded before was once again covering the dragon's entire body.
Tengxi's body also swelled up considerably as the wooden armor attached to him.
Then, carrying Qiluo on her back, she leaped into the air and crashed into the cool river water, floating steadily on the surface. She even skillfully gathered several thick pieces of driftwood under her as a cushion, lay down comfortably, and closed her eyes.
The river network in this area is the shortcut they plan to take. Drifting downstream will not only save them energy but also allow them to rest. After a night's sleep, they will be close to the border of Dragon Valley tomorrow.
"Your Wood Armor Spell is truly a great skill for both home and travel!" Qiluo poked the "raft" beneath her with envy, found a comfortable spot to lie down, and quickly drifted off to sleep.
****
In the heart of East of the Ridge, the largest lake, Lake Watuke, resembles a giant piece of black jade in the night.
From the reeds along the lake shore, a group of goblin figures peeked out. As soon as they emerged from their hiding place, they quickly ran to the damp lake shore and began digging holes with shovels.
As the pit deepened, the goblins carefully lifted out cylindrical wooden stakes covered with strange runes, buried them vertically in the soil, and then carefully covered them with vegetation to conceal the traces.
Then they began digging the next pit.
Three humans in long robes trimmed with gold emerged. A goblin officer immediately trotted forward and whispered, "Your Excellency, at this rate, all Desecration Totem can be deployed before dawn."
After speaking, the goblin officer rubbed his hands together, a hint of hesitation in his voice, and asked, "But—with these totems, can we really defeat those dragons?"
These three bishops, all from the Temple of Light, were equally uncertain. These totems, known as the "Pillar of Desecration," were not manufactured by the Temple of Light, but were purchased by Princess Janet from clandestine channels at great expense.
The materials used in these totem poles were clearly extraordinary, and they exuded extremely obscure fluctuations. The runes on them were unlike anything seen before, and the technology involved was beyond the comprehension of these bishops.
However, the "Pillar of Desecration" was, after all, something that had never been verified by them.
However, the temple's authority was unquestionable in the face of goblins.
"Of course!" the leading archbishop answered decisively. He quickly reviewed the contents of the plan in his mind and began to recite it verbatim, "These sacred totems will continuously inject imperceptible curse power into the lake water, spreading along the river network, and ultimately being drunk up by those arrogant giant lizards!"
He deliberately emphasized his words, tinged with contempt, "At that time, their cumbersome bodies will become extremely susceptible to disease. Combined with the gifts you scatter on the battlefield," these reptiles will surely fall in droves, like harvested wheat!
This was not the original plan. The initial idea was that the goblins would send a large force to storm Dragon Valley. Under the cover of drawing attention from the main battlefield, this special task force would Desecration Totem into the dragon's water system.
In that case, the curse would not affect the goblin territory, but the dragon kingdom, covering a large part of their land.
Unfortunately, the first attempt was ruthlessly crushed; the cross-border forces sent by King Nilunke were completely annihilated within half a night.
Undeterred, King Nilunke launched a second offensive, but this time it was even more disastrous. Before it even began, the dragons preemptively launched a fierce counterattack, completely disrupting his plans.
Therefore, what was originally a decisive strategy that could have severely damaged the dragon's foundation has now become a stopgap measure to delay the enemy on the front lines.
Moreover, according to information from Janet and her mysterious collaborator, the cost of this totem is astronomical, and the craftsmanship is extremely complex. Currently, there is simply no second set available for use.
With the archbishop's unequivocal assurance, the goblin officer's doubts lessened slightly, and he immediately turned around and urged his men to speed up the digging even more diligently.
"If the Sharp Gorge City falls, will the Desecration ' plan be exposed?" a bishop asked worriedly.
The archbishop's answer this time was confident, "Rest assured, apart from us, the 'Desecration ' plan issued by the goblin command to the other troops is all a hoax."
He looked up, his gaze coldly fixed on the direction of the Sharp Gorge City outpost. "I'd love for them to quickly analyze the intelligence there and be misled in the wrong direction!"
****
As the moon rose higher, its cool, silvery light shone over the treetops and spread from the water's surface to the lakeshore.
An unusually large piece of driftwood drifted along a tributary into the open heart of Lake Watuke. The people on the shore were immediately drawn to this unusual object.
The night was dark, and even with a glimpse of the light, one could only make out the outlines, the details were blurry.
"Wood?" The archbishop narrowed his eyes, a warning bell ringing in his mind. "How could there be such a huge piece of driftwood?"
However, he dared not use the Illumination rashly, lest the light attract the dragon squads patrolling at night.
The archbishop gritted his teeth, trying his best to suppress the fluctuations of his Magic Power. He lifted his body a few inches off the ground and silently skimmed along the water's surface, drifting towards the suspicious floating object.
On Tengxi's broad, raft-like back, the sleeping Qiluo's ears suddenly twitched. She tilted her head back, her emerald green eyes meeting those of the archbishop who was floating in mid-air!
A human and a unicorn stared at each other, separated by a dozen meters on the shimmering lake.
Qiluo reacted with astonishing speed. She pushed off the back of Tengxi with all four hooves and soared into the air. Her pure white wings suddenly unfolded under the moonlight, turning into a streak of light as she desperately pulled herself up!
"Tengxi! I'm leaving first, you hold on!"
"?!" Tengxi was startled awake by the sudden change. She opened her eyes in confusion and was shocked to see a powerful human floating in the sky, exuding a holy aura. On the shore, there were two other figures in white robes, rushing towards her with murderous intent!
She was Soul·Scatter. "What?! What happened?!"
"Hold on for ten minutes, and reinforcements will be here!" Qiluo's voice came from high above, accompanied by the sound of wind cutting through the air, as the archbishop chased closely behind her.
"But what if I can't hold on!" Tengxi flapped its wings, its huge body frantically splashing in the lake water. It was too late to take off now.
"Then I'll carve your last words on the soft scales inside your belly!" Qiluo shouted without turning her head. "When I come to collect your body, if I'm in a good mood, I might help you fulfill them!"
"You are truly my good sister!" Tengxi was filled with grief and indignation. With a determined heart, she suddenly folded her enormous dragon wings, buried her head deep in the water, and curled up into a ball in the lake!
Her entire body erupted with a dazzling brownish light, and the thick, gnarled wooden structure on the outside, resembling the roots of an ancient tree, coiled around her wildly, becoming even harder!
A solid, pale green magical shield, like an inverted giant bowl, enveloped the thick wooden armor! At this moment, Tengxi had transformed into a giant dragon-turtle floating on the water!
****
The archbishop, who was closely following behind Qiluo, had a cold glint in his eyes. The blazing white light that he gathered in his hand transformed into several straight rays that tore through the night sky—"Solar Flame"!
Lure the strongest one away!
Qiluo glanced at Tengxi, who was being entangled with two archbishops and whose body was being beaten until wood chips flew everywhere, on the water. "She shouldn't be dead, right?" she asked uncertainly.
Qiluo nimbly dodged, avoiding Solar Flame.
However, this allowed the archbishop to close the distance somewhat. Qiluo frowned; her opponent was very strong, and his skill in Flight Spell was not much inferior to hers!
As the distance closed, the archbishop began to switch spell types, and large swathes of wind blades flew out from his hands.
"Wind Blade - Torrential Rain!"
The curved attack magic immediately made it difficult for Qiluo to dodge. Wind blades swept in from four directions, further compressing her escape routes.
Qiluo gritted her teeth and chose not to dodge or evade, relying solely on her magic resistance to withstand the attack. Even with her affinity for wind magic, she was still seriously injured by the attack, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
But using the force of the impact, she soared higher into the sky. The unicorn closed her eyes and focused, and the crystalline horn on her forehead began to burst forth with dazzling silver light!
This height is sufficient!
In an instant, moonlight from all directions seemed to be drawn by an invisible funnel, frantically converging towards her head!
The heavens and earth paled in comparison! A gigantic ring-shaped emblem, composed entirely of the pure light of the moon, suddenly illuminated the night sky, radiating dazzling brilliance!
"Silver Moon Emblem"!
The brightness of this signal instantly overshadowed the real moon in the sky. Within tens of kilometers, all the dragons and members of the Final Bone Mad Machines who were resting or patrolling involuntarily looked up at this dazzling distress signal!
"Holy crap! The Queen's little princess has been attacked!" Several giant dragons, who had been dozing on the other side of the lake, jumped up in fright, their scales bristling. "Quick! Take off! We can't let anything happen to her! Otherwise, it'll be troublesome when her mother gets here!"
"That's right! If Queen Ghostly Flower comes, Governor Zijin will definitely fight her!" The other Red Dragon's voice trembled as it took off, stepping on the water.
"I think it would be really fun if they fought!" a Blue Dragon suggested.
His two companions flapped their wings, slapping him in the face and propelling themselves high into the air.
"Guess who they'll warm up by taking care of first before they start fighting?" A Gold Dragon glanced with pity at the Blue Dragon, who was still somewhat dazed from being slapped. "Like us dragons who witnessed the scene?"
On the shore of Lake Watuke, all the goblins exposed to the moonlight, as well as the three bishops of the Temple of Light, were all enveloped in a dazzling, blood-red aura, as if they were being locked onto by an invisible searchlight!
The faces of these humans and goblins instantly turned deathly pale or a ghastly green—this was the "Silver Moon Emblem".
Another function: Hostile marker!
Feeling the terrifying dragon's might and the chilling aura of death surging in from all directions like a tidal wave, the archbishop looked up at the blinding circular emblem in the sky, the last trace of color draining from his face.
Tonight, their fate is sealed.
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