Karun and Ophelia were following Dolons, but maintaining a safe distance in between.

Actually, if Karun was alone right now, he would probably prefer to find a higher ground with a better view, and observe Dolons' progress and the subsequent countermeasures.

Ophelia couldn't do that. Her identity was here, even if she wasn't crazy enough to charge at Dolons with a greatsword, she couldn't just stand far away and watch.

The Darkmoon Blade provided Ophelia with greater speed, and her physical abilities served as a better vessel for the Darkmoon Blade's power.

In this aspect, Karun didn't have the advantage. His physical abilities were decent now, but only at the level of an ordinary person. Fortunately, his accumulated spiritual power was deep, so he could exchange some spiritual power for a boost in speed.

However, to prevent others from seeing, Karun didn't use the Darkmoon Blade to accelerate his movement like Ophelia did. Instead, he alternated between using the Order's acceleration technique and transforming into black mist.

It must be said that witnessing Dolons' crushing everything in its path was truly shocking. It wasn't just a vehicle, it was a real monster.

Wherever it passed, whether it was a forest, a stream, or a hill, everything was flattened.

At this moment, several black dots appeared ahead of Dolons.

Ophelia slowed down and jumped onto a nearby tree, while Karun's figure appeared on the other side of the tree.

"It's Uncle and the elders."

Karun then looked further back and saw a small army composed of Darkmoon Guards organized by the elders, who had already started to deploy.

However, whether in terms of numbers or temperament, although they mainly used cold weapons, they were completely incomparable to the Order Knights that Karun had seen before.

That day, when he saw the Knights emerging from the cave, the terrifying oppression and suffocation were still fresh in his memory.

But this was already all the power that Darkmoon Island could gather. This power was enough for maintaining the operation of the port and local security. Even when the two major sects held meetings, they could allocate enough manpower for security.

However, it was somewhat difficult to mobilize them to face such a situation.

During wars with external forces, the Order's Whip Squad was only in the third batch. Even if they were excellent police officers, if you let them go directly to the battlefield, the effect would not be too good.

And at this time, using a breakthrough method might have an unexpected effect. It was true that Dolons was a huge creature, but its large body could be both an advantage and a disadvantage.

Taufman looked at Dolons in front of him and wished that his fleet was here. When dealing with such a massive existence, the crystal cannons on the warships were always the best means.

But thinking about this now was meaningless. If they didn't take action to stop Dolons now, this big guy would directly crush the town!

"Taufman, your injuries..."

"It won't affect my battle. The clan leader has already gone to request help from the Order. Although the Order won't just sit idly by, we still need to show our own capabilities as much as possible. I believe that the elders wouldn't want Darkmoon Island to be looked down upon!"

"We'll listen to you. You give the orders."

"Taufman, we'll follow your command."

"Even if we're dogs, we can't be the most useless dogs."

"It's simple, break through its defense and protect Elder Zimarl to set up formations on Dolons' head. Let's go!"

The orders were given succinctly because Taufman believed that these elders were all experienced and could make their own choices according to the situation. They just needed to have a clear common goal in mind.

The most important thing was that Dolons was also extremely unfamiliar to everyone. There weren't many records about Dolons passed down on Darkmoon Island, because after Dolons arrived on the island with Phileas and the others, Phileas arranged for it to enter a dormant state.

The elders took off their robes, revealing the armor underneath. Some of the armor was passed down from their families, while others were personally designed and forged.

Darkmoon Island's forging techniques had always been famous, but they weren't traded externally. It wasn't that they didn't want their weapons and armor to be circulated outside, but the things they forged needed to be used in conjunction with the power of the Darkmoon. So, for outsiders, besides having some collectible value, their practical value would be very low.

More than a dozen people emitted a dark red glow from their bodies, and they all ran towards Dolons together.

Elder Zimarl conscientiously walked in the most protected area in the center. His arms were already covered with various formation scrolls.

The blood mist surrounding Dolons became the first line of defense to stop them. This blood mist had already consumed the lives of countless plants and animals during its advance.

The four elders split into two columns, forcibly increased their speed, and separated from the group. Each of them drew out their knives and swords, and activated the power of the Darkmoon within their bodies to the extreme, directly slashing at the blood mist.

The blood mist was torn apart, and the four elders on both sides continued to widen the cracks in the blood mist, creating a passage for those behind them.

The difficulty of cutting through this blood mist wasn't great. The real difficulty lay in maintaining it. This was equivalent to a contest of consumption between the power of the Darkmoon within their bodies and the power within this behemoth.

Taufman led the other elders directly into the blood mist.

Seeing this, the four elders who had opened the cracks quickly withdrew their weapons and retreated. Regardless of whether they succeeded inside or not, when the people who went in came out later, they would need to work together to reopen the cracks in the blood mist.

Dolons' gaze slightly shifted downward, as if it noticed this scene beneath it.

But it didn't choose to stop and deal with them. Its speed didn't change at all as it continued to charge towards the town on the island.There, there are the most Dark Moon bloodlines, there, is the core of revenge!

"Attack its body!"

Taufman, with one arm and a knife, was the last line of defense for Elder Zimal. The other elders began to disperse at this time and help block the upcoming danger.

Although Dolongs did not stop to deal with them specifically, just like the instinctive actions and reactions when the body is bitten by mosquitoes, it is still a terrifying threat to small beings.

The scales on Dolongs' body began to fly out automatically and shot over. Each scale was as big as a house. The Dark Moon elders kept waving their weapons to split them apart. After one person split open seven scales in a row, when he split towards the eighth scale, there were unexpectedly small scales mixed in the shattered scales. He could dodge at this time, but the consequence of releasing the scales would affect the progress of the group of people protected and moving upwards.

So he chose to resist with his own body. In the end, although he changed the direction of the scale, he was also hit and flew down. Before he had time to adjust his center of gravity in mid-air, his body was directly sucked in by the vortex formed by Dolongs' movement, and his life or death was unknown.

Next, when the team climbed onto Dolongs' neck, the huge beard kept sweeping over, and every beard that fell carried a terrifying force.

An elder was thrown down and it was unknown what the result would be.

Another one was caught between two beards and was directly exploded into a mist of blood.

When humans face such a huge beast, there are actually many ways, but when the situation is urgent and can only choose close contact, the difference in absolute strength becomes particularly obvious.

In this respect, the warrior system on Dark Moon Island is particularly disadvantaged because their attainments in spells and formations are generally not high. This is still the case when Berna introduced some systems from the Light God Sect to enhance them in this aspect.

They prefer and are more accustomed to using their own bodies and martial arts to fight. Spells and formations are only used as auxiliary items.

Of course, the main reason is that the research and inheritance of spells and formations require continuous huge costs, and it is not enough to record them in books to pass them on. The learning and training process of each person, the cost of maintaining generation after generation, is the biggest cost.

This is also the reason why the Ellen Manor has declined and the family does not even have a useful teleportation formation.

At the same time, this is also the strength of the orthodox sect. They have the largest resources and talent reserves, so they can maintain the longest and richest inheritance generation after generation, and they can also develop and explore on this basis.

On the tree, Karun glanced at Ophelia. Seeing her tightly gripping her sword, it was obvious that she really wanted to rush up herself, but she also knew that with her strength, rushing up like this would only become a burden.

What made her even more helpless was that she couldn't do much by going to the newly gathered legion now. She was not good at commanding battles, although she had read books in this area and received teachings from her uncle, she had never had actual combat experience, so it was naturally impossible for her to run over and command at this moment.

Ophelia turned her head and looked at Karun, anxiously asking, "Why hasn't the Order God Sect taken action to help?"

"Gathering manpower takes some time." Karun could only explain this way.

Because the meeting ended early today, and the Order side was already the winning side, everyone was generally slack in spirit. Yesterday was fine, but there were more people who sneaked out to have fun today. Although they must have sensed the huge movement caused by Dolongs' awakening, it still takes time to gather quickly.

However, seeing that the guard forces of Dark Moon Island had gathered into a loose legion, Karun believed that the Order God Sect would gather even faster than them, because each Order Whip Squad was the elite of each major region. Once the Black Crows flew, they could immediately find the right position to gather.

But he couldn't tell Ophelia:

We intentionally suppressed our hands on the Order side and wanted to take action at the most critical moment to show our importance and gain the greatest favor and gratitude.

Nor could he tell her:

We also want to see how capable this newly raised dog of our own family is, so let you show up first.

Under the protection of the elders, Taufman and the other two elders successfully escorted Elder Zimal to the top of Dolongs' head.

But as soon as the four of them landed on the top of the head, Dolongs' two long eyebrows swept over. The two elders jumped up and each slashed at the two long eyebrows, but the just-cut eyebrows dispersed in a moment and turned into countless iron chains that were very strong for them, locking them one by one.

The two elders roared separately, deliberately falling down, and came to the neck, nailing their weapons into Dolongs' neck position. Dolongs' skin was like a rock wall to them, and they used themselves as nails to fix the two long eyebrows here.

"Set up the formation!" Taufman shouted to Zimal.

"Okay!"

Elder Zimal began to set up the formation. He was the elder with the highest attainments in formations in the Elder Council. At this time, he used all the scrolls of spells he had accumulated, just to complete the formation as quickly as possible.

At this time, Dolongs' huge body had already pushed forward to a close distance from the Dark Moon Legion.

"Behind us are our family members, the brave warriors of Dark Moon, gather your courage, we cannot retreat!"

The elder leading the army issued the final order to form the formation.

Although this legion was temporarily assembled and the formation was loose, it did not collapse in the face of such a terrifying existence, which was already commendable.

When they get closer, they will start to attack Dolongs in the way ants attach themselves, and the damage will be extremely heavy.

Behind the army, the urgently transported cannons have just been assembled. There are not many of them, only more than thirty, and they are small-caliber cannons that can only fire spell shells.The Darkmoon Island's offshore fleet possessed an extremely powerful firepower output, but by the time they returned, the town would have been trampled countless times.

There were also large-caliber magic cannons and crystal cannons on the island, but they were all positioned at the port where it was easy to land. For nearly a hundred years, there had been almost no wars on the main island of Darkmoon, and all threats were eliminated by their own fleet in the open sea. These military weapons might have been neglected and improperly maintained over the years. Even if there were no such issues, it was too late to move them here now.

The disassembly of large-caliber magic cannons took time, and after the crystal cannons were transported, they needed to be repositioned and the internal array patterns needed to be re-engraved before they could be used. There was simply not enough time.

As for the docks and coastal military facilities, they couldn't possibly strike here either. Dorons was already slumbering on the island, not landing from the sea.

Karun had seen the catapults carried by the Order Knights when they went on expeditions. Although they looked much more primitive than cannons, each catapult was engraved with a spatial array. They might look a bit retro, but their combat effectiveness and striking power were far superior to those of the crystal cannons.

During the "First Day War", the Order Knights were able to break through the holy lands of the Reincarnation Church at such a fast speed mainly because the catapults fired a few volleys, and the defensive arrays of the opponent's holy lands were directly destroyed. What was left was for the Knights to roll in and eliminate the organized resistance of the opponent.

...

"It seems that after this, Darkmoon Island will definitely beg us to buy some war weapons, and they will be crying and shouting for us."

Upon hearing the words of a bishop beside him, Wofflen nodded and said, "Yes, but the sale of war weapons involves too many things, mainly depending on Lord Kress's opinion."

However, Cardinal Kress, who was sitting there, didn't say a word, just quietly watching the giant figure approaching in front of him.

Behind this group of bishops, the Whip of Order squad had already assembled most of its members. At the same time, two bishops who were good at arrays had already set up the array with the temporarily assembled manpower.

In terms of efficiency, they were far superior to Darkmoon Island. Moreover, the faces of the Order priests were very calm, even pointing at the scene in front of them without much panic.

You should know that they were a negotiation delegation. From a group of negotiators, they could easily find professionals who could set up arrays. This was the terrifying foundation of the Order Church.

But as Karun had guessed, the Order Church was not in a hurry to make a move. After all, the beast was still some distance away from the town.

Cardinal Kress slightly twisted his neck a couple of times, then, as if he was too lazy to watch the situation in front of him, he lowered his head, as if he was dozing off.

On the periphery, Chief Vina did not cry out loud or beg desperately. He just knelt there, motionless.

He was calm in his heart,

He was also helpless in his heart.

...

"How much longer?" Tafman shouted.

"Almost there, almost there!" Zimar replied.

At this moment, a large-scale detonation array had been set up around him as the center. He was now embedding precious array materials into the array to enhance the destructive power of the array after it was activated.

One by one, the teleportation scrolls were burning in his hand, and his own precious materials were constantly being teleported over. During the whole process, he didn't feel any pain or hesitation.

Normally, the Elder Council was a place for factions to fight for power and profit, but when faced with the threat of their homeland being crushed, everyone could unite against the enemy.

At this time, Dorons seemed to have sensed the threat from above its head. It exhaled hot breath from its mouth, and in an instant, white high-temperature smoke completely enveloped the area above its neck. People outside couldn't perceive anything inside, and those inside only felt as if they were in an oven.

Then, Dorons began to shake its head.

The terrible inertia and the gale formed around it posed a great obstacle to Elder Zimar, who was setting up the array.

Seeing this, Tafman emitted a power of light, bent down, and placed his palm on the "ground".

Seeing this scene, Elder Zimar was stunned.

"Continue setting up the array!" Tafman shouted at him.

Elder Zimar immediately continued to focus on setting up the array.

After Tafman emitted the aura of light, Dorons, which had been shaking its head, suddenly became quiet. Although its body continued to advance towards the town, it no longer shook its head, as if it enjoyed the feeling of being caressed by the power of light.

It let out a rare low sound since it woke up, as if responding to Tafman on top of its head, expressing its longing from its heart.

Because of the light as a medium, their hearts were connected at this moment, more straightforward and pure than words.

Tafman continued to emit the power of light, tears streaming down his face.

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On a distant hillside, Neo shook his head:

"Oh dear, you really have the nerve to do this, tsk tsk. If you really succeed, it will not only be boring, but also regrettable, even... disgusting."

He reached out and a holy light pattern appeared. When this light pattern was activated, a white-robed phantom appeared in the center of the pond in the middle of Dorons' shell.

This was the spiritual brand that Philius left on Dorons, used for communication in the past. After all, it was so big that even if you sat on its back, shouting at it was like shouting across a mountain.

The white figure maintained the same posture as Neo on the distant hilltop,

Neo opened his mouth,

The white figure also opened its mouth synchronously:

"Dorons, the person on your head has betrayed the light, beware of your head."

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