Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 641 Nora's Guidance

Nora, the god of nature.

Cyril couldn't count how many contacts he had with Nora.

Thinking back now, it seems that from the moment Miss Elf Misha Exivan appeared beside Cyril, Nora had already started to watch him—or maybe, she could transmigrate into the body of a half-elf. Is it the arrangement made by the gods who don't know where they are?

The appearance of Nora at this moment finally made Cyril feel a little more at ease - after all, this is the highest "rank" existence that he is familiar with, so even if he can't give him real help, it would be nice if he could give him some key information.

"Nora" walked forward quickly, and when she glanced at Sevilla who was fainted on Kindred's head, there was a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"Hypocrites, can you actually touch the long steps of the Black Hall?"

"Master Nora, is she alright?"

Nora's eyes lingered on Sevilla for a while, and then quickly turned to Cyril: "She is fine, even if there is something, you can't do anything, this is the choice of the hypocrites."

"Hypocrites..." Cyril wanted to ask something else, but Nora had already stretched out her hand towards him, pointing her finger on his forehead——

The silver-white light immediately enveloped Cyril and Him in it, and in the blink of an eye, Cyril found himself in a milky-white space, filled with natural breath of life.

"I can only survive for a short time, the power of the carrier is too weak." Nora lowered her head and said softly: "The nothingness is spreading, but its spreading speed is far beyond my expectation."

"Nothingness? What exactly is nothingness?"

Cyril frowned. This concept was mentioned by Nora, who was possessed by Misha, the last time when he was still in Rutland City.

He keenly realized that the emptiness in his mouth may refer to the real enemy hidden in the real [Road to Glory] world.

"Nothingness... I can't explain this concept to you."

"I can only tell you that what the hypocrite said before he fell asleep is true."

"The hypocrite... Ms. Serviala said... the dark side left by the gods?" Cyril asked in a low voice, but Nora ignored his question and said directly:

"The dilemma you are facing involves two of my best friends."

"Urella, Isis."

"Sea God Urella, Beast God and God of War Isis?"

Cyril immediately followed his train of thought, and the God of Nature appeared in person, and every word he said was extremely important.He wasn't surprised at all, after all, what happened had foreshadowed that these two gods had something to do with it:

This is the home ground of Urella, the sea god, and it is Urella's disciples, the Harbor Temple, that call out Naveshlingen.

As for Isis... The imprint on the back of my hand is related to a confusing character in the current incident: Alvin Saxon, and the elements that can trigger the imprint are nothing more than "dragon", "heroic soul", "beast god" Feather" these few.

Among them, the feather of the beast god refers to the "feather of Isis".

"Nora above." Cyril took the initiative to say, "I only have this understanding of the current situation: Urella's current leader of believers has summoned the enemy we are facing..."

"Vishlingen, I know its name," Nora replied, "You should be lucky, the wear and tear of time has made it fall inevitably, and the present world is not big enough to restore it up to the level of that era.”

Seeing the joy of the half-elf boy in front of him, he immediately poured cold water on it: "But even so, you are not qualified to face it."

"If you want to face it directly, you need at least the protection of a god's relic. Although this place is closely related to Urella, where will he hide the relic..."

Cyril suddenly felt that his pocket was getting hot again, and he reached out to touch it, and sure enough, the coral statue appeared there again.

He immediately took it out and presented it in front of Nora.

"Urella's projection...Your luck is really good." Nora raised her eyes and glanced at Cyril, "It will guide you to find what Urella left behind, so put it away."

Cyril put away the portrait.

Nora kept looking at the small figure until it was out of sight, and then she looked away.Cyril vaguely felt a little lonely from the God of Nature, but when he looked, the latter was lowering his head and muttering:

"Crime and punishment... In order to repay, did you choose to leave something behind?"

"But are these really enough to pay for the sins we have brought?"

"What did you... say?" Cyril asked in surprise, the words were obviously not about him.

And Nora raised her head, looked at him as usual, and said softly: "In order to continue to watch you, I can't explain this to you now."

"Cyril Adrian, the one we have chosen, you must remember, you must remember."

"Things often have two sides, good and evil must be opposite."

In her voice, the surrounding milky white light gradually faded.And Nora became more and more serious, and quickly said in a voice that could finally exist:
"Just do your best, you need to go further."

"Don't worry that it will expand infinitely, the ocean will limit its pace..."

"And...call me when you need..."

Nora's voice disappeared.

The milky white light completely dissipated, and several people around him stared at him blankly, not knowing what happened just now.

And Miss Elf sat down on the ground with her forehead supported, she frowned and opened her eyes: "Just now... Lord Nora?"

Cyril nodded: "You can rest for a while, we will talk about the specifics later."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a knight shouting while running:

"Everyone is on alert, these are the last few waves to come, just survive..."

His voice was swallowed by the violent shaking of the ship, and Cyril heard a crisp cracking sound, apparently the magic shield that shrouded the vine dome failed to withstand the beating of the waves and was broken.

Fortunately, the vines propped up by Ms. Sevilla can still protect the ship, so that the Napoleon is only bumped back and forth, and will not really fall over.

But such a situation did not make Cyril feel at ease, he clearly remembered what Sevilla said before:
"This wave is just its respite, and when the respite is over, the real disaster will come—"

The time when the waves came was the time for Weisslingen to breathe, but it was also their last breath!

When the waves are over, they will face the attack of Weisslingen!
But at sea, relying on a "small sampan" like the Napoleon, do they have the qualifications to face Vishlingen?

Even if they drive a big guy like the Providence-class dreadnought transport ship, they can't compete with Vishlingen - but Nora made it clear that he needs a relic of God to face Vishlingen directly. Lingen.

But where is the relic of God?

Thinking of this, Cyril immediately shouted: "Drake, where's Drake? Call me Drake!"

Captain Drake stumbled out of the cabin. He had been supervising the ship's magic power supply system before, and at this moment his face was still black with oil on the equipment.

"Master Earl, what's the matter?" He took a deep breath and said, "The magic supply system is under repair, and the energy supply of the magic shield will be restored within 3 minutes..."

"It's not about this." Cyril held on to the pillar and grabbed Drake with one hand to prevent him from falling due to the bumps of the boat. "Start the boat, and we will use the last wave to rush back to the island."

"What? Rush back to the island?" Drake was so startled that he could stuff a fist into his mouth, "My lord, are you serious?"

"Do you think we have any chance of winning at sea?" Cyril raised his voice, "Give me the boat to the shore, so that we can keep it."

"I get it!" replied Drake. "The next wave is the Big Wave, and it's coming. I'm going to—"

As he said, he had already started running towards the cabin, and accidentally kicked the leg of the woman who was leaning against Cassandra on the way, but he rushed into the cabin in a hurry without even looking at it middle.

"Let everyone enter the cabin." Cyril turned to explain to the people around him, "Wait...we might fly."

Evans understood the meaning of Cyril's words, so he didn't ask any more questions, and immediately asked a few knights to make arrangements.Not long after, the deck was empty, and no one was even left in front of the main gun.

Then, the next wave, and the last wave, came.

"Sit tight!"

Amidst Captain Drake's roar, the iron anchor inserted into the bottom of the ship has been pulled out and recovered. The Napoleon, which had a fulcrum in the sea before, immediately turned into duckweed in the waves. The ships all took off.

The sense of weightlessness was exerted on everyone, and the Napoleon actually flew nearly 20 meters high under the support of this huge wave, and then plunged into the embankment of Uve Island like a shell——

"Boom!"

Half of the bow of the boat was inserted into the sand, and the knights who had already prepared for it rushed out of the boat immediately, lifted it up together, pulled it with a rope, and pulled it into the woodland near the sea.

When they finished all this, the wave brought by the breaking of the high wall of water also ended.

Cyril stood on the shore, looking at the ocean in front of him.

Although it was only two short days, he felt that he hadn't seen a normal and calm sea for a long time:
There is no interference from the fog, no unnatural light from the protection of the gods.The sky at this moment is between black and purple and cloudy white. On the dark and calm sea, the Consul-class is like a tall tower near the sea, while the seven Providence-class dreadnought transport ships are seven islands, standing in the distance .

He could also see the fires lighting up on the Rector's class, as if the people of Old St. Emma were celebrating their success once again.

But the calm is only short-lived.

After just a few short breaths, a white line running east-west that did not match the direction of the tide suddenly appeared on the sea surface in sight.

The white line appeared on the flank of the Consul class, and when the people of Osan Emma didn't notice it, it began to move rapidly, and quickly swung towards the hull of the Consul class.

And a few seconds later, the entire Consul-class ship began to shake—thick and long tentacles protruded from the sea water, entangled the strangely shaped front half of the hull that protruded forward on both sides.

Then the tentacle stirred vigorously, as if a heart-piercing sound of breaking could be heard-the part of the U-shaped hull protruding forward suddenly broke, and was immediately rolled up by the tentacle, pulling into the water.

Everything is like the picture that the coral figure reminded Cyril——

Cyril couldn't help being stunned.

Although the Consul-class is not a full-time combat ship—it is positioned as a guide, and the purpose of coming here is to transport the seven Providence-class dreadnought transport ships here.

But in the same way, just to serve as a "guiding" ship, the materials, toughness, and protection of the Providence-class hull must surpass those of the cruisers of the Harbor Temple.

But it was simply broken off and pulled into the sea by Weisslingen?

The people of Ao San Emma finally reacted, and the main guns on the Consul class began to bombard the sea, but this did not have any effect.And a ship that was a few sizes smaller, probably a circle smaller than the Napoleon, was spit out from the hull of the Consul class, and at this time it had already begun to flee towards Jufer Island.

Apparently, that was the car of Pelagius Herris——the people of Ao San Emma were not arrogant enough to send their Royal Highness into danger when it was obvious that the wind was not in the right direction.

And the consul level quickly gave Weisslingen its real response.Cyril saw that the small half of the sky above the ship suddenly gathered dark clouds, and there was a sound of thunder in the midair.

A figure could be vaguely seen floating in the air, standing high above the bridge, and following its guidance, countless thunderbolts fell from midair, striking the sea below the Consul class, and the one that entangled the Consul class again. tentacles.

Although Cyril is now a little numb to the strength of magic power after seeing the protection of the gods and Min Kersius, the thunder caused by that mage is still amazing.

There is no doubt that the rank of that mage is higher than his own, that is, "extraordinary".

However, the countless thunderbolts fell on the tentacles, but did not leave even a single scorching mark—the only reaction of the tentacles that entangled the hull of the Archon class was to forcefully break off the other half of the hull. opened, then dragged into the sea, where it broke into smaller pieces.

"Extraordinary level... invalid..."

Cyril couldn't help but be confused. Since even extraordinary attacks couldn't cause damage to his body, what did he rely on to clean up the "Vishlingen" part of that sea area?
Is it because it cannot be effectively protected when it is in that white turbid state?
He was analyzing in his mind, when he suddenly heard a shrill and triumphant cry from far away.

He cast his eyes there——

That's where the Providence-class dreadnought transport ship is stationed.

At this time, the giant monster like an island was being entangled by tentacles.

broke in half.

(End of this chapter)