Black sail

Chapter 565 CXCIX. Fall
His rough fingers stroked the cold leather surface of the armor. The souls buried within the mottled palm lines seemed to be the thoughts of the owner in ancient times, awakening this evil armor that had killed countless lives.

"What is that sound!"

The adjutant suddenly felt a little tinnitus, as if his consciousness was disconnected for a moment and then reconnected. Perhaps it was his own illusion, like the cry of a bottomless deep pit, the wind was sucked into it and drove towards the void, accompanied by an invisible airflow, even the consciousness and soul were sucked in, sucked into the dark land, from the precise joints of the armor,

"It's the voice of Hades. Have you ever heard of the Underworld Stele? It was the royal device used by the ancient emperor to seal the souls of gods and living beings because he killed too many lives and the Underworld was filled with dead souls. And I once... seemed to have opened up a door to the underworld in Alan, right here... in the Ten Directions Great Annihilation."

Zote put on his arm armor, and the almost brutal magic pattern circuit started like an engine. The sound of the underworld became more and more real, like the howling of winter, and the invisible chill made the adjutant's spine chill.

This long-lost power...

He tried to wield the nameless giant blade and slashed it casually. The sound of breaking through the air was so loud that it was a little harsh, as if the air flow was dispersing on its own.

"The Pope's order is that the dragon corpse must be delivered to the Yalan Imperial Capital by September 9 at the latest. We have to do it earlier. Considering the transportation time, it will take at least three days to transport the body back to Mulong after it is dismembered. As for the size of the dragon skull, it is not clear yet. If it is too big, the dragon skull cannot be rushed back to the Imperial Capital. Please inform the Pope. Finally... this force is far from enough."

Zoth knew very well that this was an insurmountable gap between species. How could he catch up with the dragon when it flapped its wings? He looked at his adjutant, then turned back to look at the three evil dragon judges who were packing their luggage.

The appearance of these three people was much plainer than imagined. They were just wearing cloth clothes and had strange black seals wrapped around their mouths and tied around the back of their heads.

Indicates what these people think.

"They were all once the Voicers who practiced at the peak of the Evgeni Mountains. They knew the language of dragons. The leader among them knew a kind of spiritual spell that was extremely threatening to dragons, called Fallen."

the adjutant replied.

In the Western Continent, dragon disasters are occasionally reported. They are rare and can be seen by chance, but on a scale of ten or even a hundred years, they are not particularly new. There are witnesses seeing flying dragons flying across the sky almost every month, but flying dragons wreaking havoc in the territory and looting treasures only happen once every seven or eight years on average.

Therefore, these voice-makers are actually rarer than the dragons themselves.

"Fallen?"

Zoth was very interested. He had met countless people in Old Aram, but had never heard of such a rare thing.

These people don't behave like sectarians.

But it is understandable that Jin Long would not default on his work for the Vatican. Holding a position and receiving a salary is more glorious than anything else, and he does not have to show up in public.

"It can make a dragon lose its ability to fly, its wings shatter, and it fall to the ground. I've only heard of it, but never seen it with my own eyes."

Even the adjutant, who was well-informed in the Vatican, felt a strong sense of curiosity when he looked at the mutes with bandages wrapped around their mouths.

"It's really professional. Everything is ready."

Zote put on a full set of magic pattern armor. The cracks that were cut by Cicero in the past were simply repaired by the people of the Holy See. Although part of the circuit was destroyed and the power was not as strong as before, it was still about 70% to 80% as before.

Finally, he put on a cold helmet and stood there, holding a strange nameless giant blade. He did not look like a human being, but the Demon Lord of the Annihilation Realm recorded in ancient books.

"It is……"

The adjutant was a little confused.

Because the current situation is not very ideal, Santila of the Kolor Highlands surrendered and sent heavy-armored priests to bypass there, but the effect of the Western Front was not very large. Uporio hid in the Drifting City, and the force on the Western Front was limited and could only be stationed strategically.

As for the eastern front, Crocodile Island is a copper pea that cannot be steamed or cooked, and he stationed his troops in Silvermoon City. The desperado from the East China Sea actually has the magical skill of taming dragons, which is probably an evil skill from the Far East. The front line was also pushed back to Silvermoon City.

Many heavily armored priests sent to the front were occasionally shot through the limbs by long-range sniper weapons with magic brakes in Silvermoon City, and the breath of the two dragons burned several centimeters thick steel plates into molten iron. Although the Pope's personal decree had made the team unprecedentedly strong, they didn't know where to start.

Zote also knew that the situation was complicated, with multiple parties fighting each other. According to intelligence, there was a navy stationed in Golden Palm Harbor ready to take advantage of any loopholes... Just suppress them all.

"Capture Crocodile Island first, and then conquer Silver Moon City. With me here... no one can stop us. Set off now."

Wrapped in armor, the single eye that appeared from the gap in the iron helmet was as red as a prison cell.

Not to mention a mere city wall, even the Bema Wall is useless to the second-in-command of the largest violent agency in old Alan.

From the beginning to the end, he never took the natives of Mulong and the mob of East China Sea seriously. The regular army was the biggest enemy. However, considering that the sect and the royal court could not fall out, otherwise the position of Cardinal would be subject to discussion, Crocodile Island could only humiliate but not kill.

July 2690, 8 of the Holy Spirit Calendar.

In the middle line between Drifting City and Silvermoon City, inside the trench.

"Isn't this a great way to beat Zote? They are all middle-aged and elderly people. It's not difficult to beat them. Let's go back to Linden City's Secret Harbor. Last year, I beat Marcus to his knees with a flying move. Doesn't Serin have a camera? Damn, you are still in the Department of Applied Optics? You can't even understand this. Chuan Che took a photo in the Cloud Palace. It's pretty awesome. Damn, it's a periscope. When the time comes, take a photo with Zote's corpse and promote it. How can a few giant whales take such a good film? Pulitzer Prize level."

Ryan was smoking a cigarette, but his internal organs had been replaced with a set of magic brakes. The mechanical lungs could not filter out substances like nicotine, and even nuclear radiation, so it was boring to suck on it.

It’s considered useless.

Li Site slapped his thigh. Regardless of whether Ryan knew what a fucking periscope was, a wise man would make mistakes and a fool would gain something. Ryan was right.

If I don't make a film, who the hell would know that I have done such a big thing? I must take a group photo to commemorate it, print and publish it, and give it to major newspapers for free, and advertise it heavily.

On September 9, the news about Sarrett broke out at the same time, which was also a glorious thing, making it difficult for the emperor to make a decision.

The hidden benefits brought by killing the deputy director of the Witch Hunting Secret Department may even be greater than completing the Mulon deal. By then, if Alan is to be rid of the harm, the emperor will have to think twice before punishing himself.

In addition, although Dolinger is good, don’t be greedy. The value of killing the old overlord of the East China Sea is indeed huge.

But Zoth... is a legendary figure. Killing him will make you a legend! Great, he is a great god in the field of killing.

"Brother Awesome, has your brain also been transformed?"

Li Site clapped his hands in admiration.

"Hey, hey, anyone in the Department of Applied Optics who can't even make a camera is a real moron!"

Ryan plans to write a memoir in the future and simply name it "Reborn to Dominate the East China Sea for the Incompetent Captain of Black Sails".

Li Site didn't care either.

"Send someone back to Drifting City right away and bring over Serin's camera. We have to take as many pictures as possible. Can everyone try to leave Xiao Zuo's body intact? We won't be able to recognize him by then... I'm really screwed. How can the glow of rotten grass compete with the bright moon? Hehehe."

With my current level, I am just a nobody. If I go back to the beginning of the year, even Dao Ye wouldn’t dare to be so arrogant to me. Who am I pretending to be?

"What a classic villain's statement. If it happened in the Douqi Continent, you would be blasted away by Xiao Yan. Please, can you not open the champagne in the middle of the game?"

Walman is really going to be bullied by these people.

(End of this chapter)