I'm not a drama god

Chen Ling didn't know how long she had been waiting.

He only knew that the war in the distance was getting more and more intense, and that the rain in Liuzhen was getting colder and colder... At this moment, he realized that they might not come again.

Chen Ling slowly stood up from the chair, feeling empty inside. Just as he was about to return to the house of the Dusk Society, a light sound of footsteps came from the house behind him.

I saw an old man with a cane walking under the eaves and looking at the red clothes in the rain.

Chen Ling was slightly startled when he saw the old man.

"Oh, I recognize you!" The old man looked at Chen Ling for a long time, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face, "You are my grandson's friend who collects firewood! You are the clown! Even without makeup, I can recognize you!"

The first time Chen Ling came here, she had seen this old lady. She was Li Qingshan’s grandmother. Because one of her eyes was fake, Chen Ling had a deep impression of her... Now it seems that although this grandmother is old, her memory is still quite good.

Seeing this, Chen Ling immediately asked:

"Grandma, have Li Qingshan and the others come back?"

"Are you looking for my good grandson? He came back once... but then left again. He also said that if any friends were looking for him here, he would take them to the house to rest first..."

Chen Ling's heart skipped a beat.

"What about him? Where did he go?"

"He..."

The old man turned his head slowly, and his cloudy eyes reflected the flames of war in the distance.

She raised her hand tremblingly and pointed there and said:

“…He went into the flames.”

……

The main city of Hongchen.

Continuous rain of fire fell from the black clouds, clinging to the muddy ground and withered jungle, turning the area outside the main city walls into a sea of ​​fire!

The raging fire was like a wave, madly crashing into the walls of the main city, but it was never able to break into them... On the wall, several architects joined forces to activate the sacred way, and a huge colorful scroll was like a screen, barely resisting the erosion of the flames.

"Damn... How come they came so fast?!" an architect said with sweat on his forehead.

"The frontline should have completely collapsed, and all the halls have lost contact... I'm afraid..."

"Even the palaces have failed. Can we stop them with our manpower?"

"How can we possibly stop it... Or should we just run?"

"Run? There are people from the Wuji Realm everywhere. Where can you run? Even if you run away, can you travel thousands of miles in the Gray Realm and go to other realms?"

"We have no way out. If we can't stop them, we will all die together!!"

"..."

Many architects gritted their teeth and pushed their divine ways to the extreme. Then, black-robed wizards fell from the flaming sky one after another, carrying all kinds of strange skills and crashed into the city wall!

Boom boom boom——! !

The roars that rose one after another resounded through the sky, and the entire battlefield was in chaos.

The fight between Qingshendao and Wushendao reduced the city walls to ruins. In the chaos, tall silver figures passed through the flames at an astonishing speed, rushed into the main city like a swarm of locusts, and then quickly dispersed.

After all, Fushenghui had limited manpower, and in the process of resisting the Witch Association, they had no time to stop those silver monsters. They could only watch them rush into the city and start killing along the streets.

"The Red Dust Realm... is over." Upon seeing this, an architect's eyes flashed with despair.

At the same time, a figure riding on a wild goose quickly passed across the sky!

He was a young man with a pale face. He stood on the wild goose outlined by the brush, overlooking the city wall below which was engulfed in flames. His face looked extremely ugly.

His fingertips quickly outlined in the void, and the next moment, a "human"-shaped array of wild geese swooped down rapidly, crashing into some of the silver monsters that had not yet had time to disperse. A series of roaring explosions swept across the battlefield, blowing them into pieces!

The blinding flames tore a gap in the battlefield, and the terrifying aura surged. All the Fu Sheng Hui architects were stunned and looked up at the sky in a daze.

The young man jumped off the wild goose's back.

As his figure floated down to the ground, the ground beneath his feet suddenly twisted, and a huge area opened up!

The battlefield in front of the city wall seemed to be compressed and flattened, gradually turning into a thin painting. Everyone felt dizzy and saw the figure of the young man rising rapidly... He seemed to be independent of this time and space, holding a black paintbrush in his hand, and his eyes were as hot as the sun!

"I am Lin Xi, the ninth hall of Fu Sheng Hui." The young man's voice was like thunder.

"Next, I will command the battlefield!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man's paintbrush, which was as big as a building, broke through the scroll and suddenly touched the nearest black-robed wizard. The latter's body exploded on the spot, and blood mixed with colorful ink stains splashed, and finally turned into countless birds and snakes, rushing to all parts of the battlefield.

"The Ninth Hall?!"

Hearing these words, many members of Fu Sheng Hui were shocked, while some newcomers who joined later were confused.

"Didn't he defect? ​​Why is he here?"

"He seems to be on our side... After all, he was once a palace master, so he shouldn't turn around and attack the world."

"Except for the Chief, he should be the last Hall Master in the Red Dust Realm..."

"..."

As the war raged, no one had time to question the Eight of Clubs. They quickly followed the opponent's deployment and began to fill the gaps in the city wall in an orderly manner, fighting against the black-robed witches attacking from all directions in the west.

The Plum Blossom 8, which has opened its domain, has become independent on the battlefield, possessing authority similar to that of the Second Palace, and can overlook the overall situation...

Although this still cannot reverse the disadvantage in numbers, it can at least reduce the number of enemies breaking into the main city of Hongchen and buy the Chief a little more time.

While the Eight of Clubs was fighting bravely, he seemed to have noticed something and looked in a certain direction.

I saw a tall figure in a theatrical robe and armor breaking through the sea of ​​fire and rapidly approaching here. Behind him were a number of mighty general flags dancing wildly in the wind!

"Is it him?!" An architect saw the figure and his eyes flashed with surprise.

"Didn't he run away... why is he back again?"

On the battlefield between Qingshendao and Wushendao, a figure of Xishendao suddenly appeared, which indeed attracted the attention of many people... Li Qingshan swept his eyes across the battlefield without stopping, but locked onto the group of silver monsters that broke into the main city and dispersed westward, and rushed into the city without hesitation!

Li Qingshan knew very well that with his rank, it would be difficult for him to survive if he participated in the battlefield outside the city. He would be unable to withstand any confrontation in any field.

In that case, he might as well go into the city first and hunt down those silver monsters... Although he is a little weak, Li Qingshan is not invincible against them.

Seeing the general's figure approaching the main city, many architects were hesitant about whether to stop him.

But the next moment, the voice of the 8 of Clubs came from the air:

"…Let him in."