Jeremy slowly lowered his skeletal staff as the fiery wall that had illuminated half the sky gradually dissipated.
As the wall of fire completely dissipated, what lay before Jeremy and Bonnie was a landscape of scattered ashes and a few solitary, standing figures.
Every one of these individuals who remained standing was, without exception, an expert with a level exceeding fifty.
They stood there, helpless, having witnessed their kin perish right before their eyes. At this mont, their hearts were consud with hatred. If looks could kill, Jeremy would have been riddled with wounds by now.
In truth, when Jeremy unleashed the Flas of Sin, these warriors could have attacked him.
However, the clan leaders, including Golden Lion Weber, retained so semblance of reason and prevented their clansn from attacking Jeremy at that mont.
The reason was simple: if they had attacked Jeremy at that mont, the ensuing plague would have undoubtedly swept through the entire Dawn City.
Such an outco was sothing they absolutely did not wish to see.
In this battle, the elite forces of the eight top families, including Golden Lion's, were almost entirely decimated by Jeremy alone.
Even devouring Jeremy alive wouldn't quench their burning hatred.
Now that the plague had been contained, it was ti for Golden Lion and his allies to exact their revenge.
Under the hostile gazes of these elite warriors, Bonnie and Jeremy found themselves the focal point of imnse animosity.
Bonnie involuntarily swallowed hard, her feet trembling slightly as she moved closer to Jeremy. "What are you waiting for? Let's go!"
Yet, Jeremy remained unperturbed. "Don't worry, reinforcents are coming."
Hearing this, Bonnie felt a wave of relief wash over her.
Although she had never seen them, Jeremy and Heber's confidence suggested that the city guards were exceptionally strong.
Bonnie's intuition proved correct.
Soon, she felt a faint but rhythmic tremor beneath her feet.
Monts after sensing the tremor, the rapid clatter of hooves, like a downpour, filled the air.
Looking in the direction of the sound, she saw a group of warriors clad in black armor, riding three-ter-tall, black-scaled, one-horned beasts approaching swiftly.
The residual flas reflected off their armor, casting rippling light that brought Bonnie a sense of inner calm.
The only oddity was that Heber was not with them.
However, this was understandable; given Heber's size, he wouldn't be able to keep pace with the cavalry.
While Bonnie felt reassured and had even lowered her weapon, Jeremy's vigilance only intensified.
Jeremy clearly rembered that Heber had headed in a different direction than the one from which the cavalry was arriving.
Turning his gaze to Golden Lion Weber and the other clan leaders, who stood with an inexplicable smile, Jeremy's unease grew. "Strange, why aren't they fleeing?"
The answer ca swiftly with the arrival of the reinforcents.
The galloping cavalry accelerated, and as their fierce beasts charged forward, an iron-grey aura enveloped the entire unit.
The iron-grey aura emanated a piercing sharpness, giving the impression that even if a mountain stood in the cavalry's path, they would plow right through it.
However, this wasn't a battlefield with two armies clashing. Why would they employ such a large-scale military skill now?
At the sa ti, Jeremy noticed that the protective array of the Lord's Mansion suddenly flared brightly, appearing to be under extre strain.
A thought surged through Jeremy's mind: "Could it be that this cavalry has also turned traitor?"
In the brief monts that followed, the cavalry had already closed the distance to within a few hundred ters of Jeremy and Bonnie.
For cavalry, this distance could be covered in re seconds.
The thunderous sound of hooves left Bonnie's face pale. She muttered in panic and confusion, "Strange, why aren't they slowing down?"
In a flash, Jeremy acted swiftly, grabbing Bonnie's wrist.
With a low command, Jeremy shouted, "Wings of the Sky!"
The Sky Ring on Jeremy's finger glowed with a silver light, and a pair of white wings suddenly materialized on his back.
With a powerful flap, the white jade wings generated a fierce wind, lifting Jeremy and Bonnie into the sky like lightning.
Just as they ascended, the cavalry thundered through the spot where Jeremy and Bonnie had stood monts before.
Had Jeremy not used the Sky Ring, they would have been trampled to pieces.
Golden Lion Weber watched Jeremy soar like an eagle, a deep sense of regret in his eyes. "What a pity, we didn't manage to crush that beast."
Bonnie, still in shock, realized she was airborne.
Instantly, she clung to Jeremy like an octopus, her voice uncharacteristically trembling, "Jeremy, please don't let go of !"
Jeremy patted Bonnie's back reassuringly, though he remained silent.
At this mont, Jeremy's attention was entirely focused on the cavalry below.
After passing the spot where Jeremy and Bonnie had stood, the cavalry did not slow down at all, charging directly into the protective array of the Lord's Mansion.
With a thunderous "boom," a mushroom cloud rose into the sky.
The sudden explosion was akin to a nuclear blast, causing Jeremy to wobble precariously in the air. His wings flapped wildly, nearly sending him plumting back to the ground.
Fortunately, Jeremy was no longer the sa person he once was. With his ntal attributes having surpassed ten thousand, he had complete control over every muscle in his body.
After just a few shakes, Jeremy stabilized himself.
Simultaneously, a faint "crack, crack" sound, reminiscent of shattering glass, began to erge.
The source of this sound was the protective array of the Lord's Mansion!
Under the watchful eyes of all present, the protective array—shattered.
What concerned Jeremy even more was that, up until now, not a single person had erged from the Lord's Mansion!
…
One hour earlier, inside the Lord's Mansion.
A woman with an oval face, exuding an air of cold elegance, sat in the dressing room. Clad in a light purple, luxurious silk gown, she resembled a ticulously crafted jade sculpture.
In front of this noblewoman, Nina was holding two dresses, comparing them in front of a mirror with a conflicted expression.
After a mont, the noblewoman glanced at Nina, who was still rummaging through the wardrobe, a doting smile appearing at the corner of her lips. "My dear, have you not decided which gown to wear yet? The banquet starts in an hour."
Upon hearing this, Nina, who was holding a pale yellow lace dress in one hand and a burgundy form-fitting evening gown in the other, looked up with a hint of panic.
Glancing at the crystal clock in the dressing room, Nina began to spin in circles anxiously. "Oh no, Mom, why didn't you tell sooner? There's hardly any ti left. I still need to wash up and do my makeup—an hour is definitely not enough!"
It turned out that the woman in the light purple gown was none other than Nina's mother, the most enigmatic mistress of the Lord's Mansion, Beatrice.
The current Lord of Dawn City is the fifth-generation lord since the city's establishnt. It is under his leadership that Dawn City has grown into a renowned tropolis in the entire Land of Eternal Night.
In Dawn City, the lord's prestige is known by all, without exception. However, in recent years, the lord was cursed and gravely injured, causing him to gradually fade from the public eye..
In contrast to the illustrious Lord, Beatrice's origins remain shrouded in mystery.
When people first learned of Beatrice, she had already given birth to the Lord's daughter.
Moreover, Beatrice never appeared outside the confines of the Lord's Mansion.
Were it not for the fact that the young man nad Jeremy, who was coming today, had captured the heart of her second daughter, Beatrice would never have made an appearance.
With a soft sigh, Beatrice gracefully rose and approached Nina, taking the burgundy form-fitting evening gown from her hands. "Here, wear this. My daughter has grown up. It's ti for those n to witness your charm."
Nina's eyes lit up as she looked at herself in the mirror. Beatrice's words made perfect sense to her.
Taking the burgundy gown, Nina headed to the dressing room, calling to Beatrice, "Alright, Mom, wait a mont. I'll go change into this dress."
Shortly after, Nina erged from the dressing room in the form-fitting evening gown.
One had to admit, Beatrice had an impeccable sense of style.
The gown accentuated Nina's voluptuous curves, showcasing her figure to perfection.
While in the dressing room, Nina could hardly believe the reflection in the mirror was her own.
With a hint of admiration in her eyes, Beatrice remarked, "This will surely leave that young Jeremy utterly captivated."
Blushing, Nina hugged Beatrice's arm, pouting playfully, "Mom, stop teasing ."
…
Soon, the vast Lord's Mansion began to operate like a well-oiled machine, everything proceeding in an orderly fashion.
Before long, the hall of the Lord's mansion was brilliantly illuminated, and under the glow of the lights, the classical and elegant decorations inside the hall shimred magnificently.
There was little ti left until the banquet comnced.
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