Black sail

Chapter 621 I. Nian Nujiao

"Qili, I finally found you, I love you!"

"It's you, Micah, are you here to save me? I am actually the elf princess of the Ancient Divine Land, and only the kiss of my destined lover can restore my strength!"

"I understand!"

"It's too dirty there, I can't..."

The vibration of the railroad sleepers brought about the jolt, the train roared into the station, and my retina recovered the strong light flashing and escaping from the window.

Micah woke up from his dream, and the rune tattoos on his face were wriggling like living things.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, it is the entry checkpoint for Alan's vassal states. These small countries do not qualify as strategic buffer zones, nor have they been incorporated into Alan. They are just the back garden of the empire.

Today is the seventh, and this is the second to last hurdle.

The locomotive only had three carriages and was traveling at a very fast speed, heading all the way to Aran. The final checkpoint, the border crossing into western Aran, would be reached at night. Hopefully, there would be no trouble.

Seeing the Dragon Lord's emblem on the train, how could the petty officials of these vassal states dare to search the goods transported by the Holy See, let alone a routine inspection? They simply went through the process without getting on the carriage, filling out forms and signing. In less than half a minute, the train started again, heading towards the greatest city east of the Narrow Sea. This time it really was the highest city in the world, the capital of the Arlan Empire.

At this pace, the King City PK and the winner will be the king on the night of the Stargazing Festival on September 9th.

Watching the lush greenery of the hinterland passing quickly outside the window.

Micah glanced at the large coffin beside him again. It was eight meters long and two meters wide, with extremely exquisite workmanship. It must be the coffin used for burying royal relatives.

Zote died in such a glorious way.

If good people have to be hacked into pieces, and sociopathic psychopaths born with swords can be killed with just one bullet, then... the Holy Spirit masters in heaven are probably watching the deer every day, which is really fucked.

Is this a wise move?

Micah already had a clear plan in mind.

His current disguised identity was the last survivor of the 18th Squadron of the Sword of Time, and the Dragon Lord armband that he had stripped from the corpses of those charlatans was of the highest rank, Cardinal, which was a very high official position.

On the evening of September 9, they could have found a pretext to force their way into the beautiful backstage lounge for a routine inspection, and no one would have dared to intervene.

But what if I saw it...

Of course, it is impossible to force herself on him or drug her like those stupid pirates said. The only way is to let nature take its course. Only by getting Qili can we reach the end of this road.

This is the pinnacle of the Evgeni peak in the world of singing, an achievement that is difficult for the world to surpass.

Niannujiao·Go to the Stargazing Festival

Holy Spirit Calendar 27th Century, by Micah

The beauty shyly hides her delicate face, her white clothes shines like snow, and her black hair flows like a waterfall.

It is in vain to embroider the happy phoenix on the colorful dress, even if you have a huge amount of gold, it is difficult to cross the river.

Xizi holds her heart, Guye burns her love, and Guanghan becomes thin.

Grinding ink in immortal posture, sharpening thousands of volumes of painting.

Suddenly I remembered the beautiful woman from the East China Sea, outside the enchanted tent, with her eternal heroic spirit lingering.

The tender intestines around my fingers turn into blades, severing the morning and evening of the red dust.

The sounds of the zither and the harp fade away, the wine in the golden cup is cold, and I am alone facing the mountains and pass.

Beauty fades with time, in order to seek the warmth of youth.

"I have to go... like everyone dies in the end."

Micah made up his mind. It wasn't a question of whether it was wise or not, but he had to do it!

It was unknown whether it was the horrifying will that infected the passage to the annihilation realm, the dark magic scriptures on Micah's body burst into blood and light, but soon subsided.

"No buddy...you are a god!"

Imprisoned in a small metal glass bottle, Carrie couldn't hold back any longer. Even if it was Carly Labos herself, you would go up and try, right? What's wrong with this person?

No wonder he was able to not only resist his own illusion in the ruins of the Bone Burial Wasteland, but also completely counter it. Is this a talent or something else?

"Now is not the time for you to complain. When I arrive at the martial arts competition, I will hand you over to Sarrett. Then the Triple Rashomon will begin."

Micah said so.

If Sarrett really had the ability to win the Continental Martial Arts Championship, then he would have presented a double gift to the Emperor, a strong claim to be the descendant of the Overlord, and a reason to rage against the Church. In addition, Lisite would have helped Alan get rid of the evil.

In fact, it would be fine if you just gave the emperor a little face, but your mother used both big sticks and sweet dates to PUA the most powerful man in the Western Continent. It's a bit scary. Fuck.

Carrie was speechless. She had no idea what these pirates were thinking. During the period when the sect was occupied by demons, there might have been a real fight. But after so many years, if the Eternal Sect was now full of humans, those charlatans might bite you back.

"Let me go, good brother. I'll let you have sex with me for the rest of my life."

Carrie in the bottle has various M letters and a mirror image of the F letter rotated ninety degrees.

But Micah remained indifferent, saving his accumulated strength for the biggest battle.

The time is stuck on the deadline and there is no more time to stop and check.

Tonight is the final test. If we pass the customs checkpoint at the western border of Alanya, then this train will definitely have the highest priority in the Vatican's subsequent schedule and will have green lights all the way, otherwise we will not be able to catch up.

September 21, p.m.

The Vatican train carrying Zoth's remains and Mika had arrived at the border checkpoint of Aran in the dark night.

The dark night, the watchtowers, the searchlights, the barbed wire, and the fully armed soldiers with guns, all have murderous looks on their faces.

This is not something that a vassal state can easily get away with. Regardless of whether it is a Vatican train or not, the Holy Spirit will be inspected when passing through.

The train also slowly slowed down and stopped at the inspection point.

The emperor is a crazy poison-raising man who has set up countless military departments. Micah can't even tell whether these soldiers are from the army or the National Guard. Anyway, these soldiers are quite intimidating.

"The data shows that this is the train returning from Mulong, the Eighteenth Sword of Time formation of the Holy See in the missionary movement."

The private showed the information sheet to the officer for review, and he saw something incredible on it.

"Oh, a thorough inspection of all personnel and cargo."

The officer glanced at it casually and didn't take it seriously. The soldiers below didn't know what exactly happened in Mulong. As a person with high authority at the railway border, he had to be on high alert.

Micah was now the most effective speaker on the train. He spoke in his throat and it was time to witness a miracle. Either the officer would be intimidated by him and let him go, or he would have to break through the encirclement and go back in disgrace.

The officer and the soldiers were about to get on the bus.

Now Micah is in disguise, wearing the robes of the Eternal Church priest, a rough iron dragon-faced helmet, and the armband of a cardinal.

"You have no right to see this. This is the Pope's personal belongings, and all the people on this train are confidential personnel responsible for transporting personal belongings."

Micah showed no sign of weakness and stood at the entrance of the carriage, blocking the group of soldiers outside.

"The Pope's personal belongings?"

The officer was a little confused, so he asked the private to take the information form again and check it. Damn, it was indeed written like that.

It is now the time of the mainland martial arts competition, and the masters in the military are fighting fiercely among themselves. They are not paying attention to Mulong, but they have also given warnings. A big incident has happened in Mulong, and the train returning from Mulong will be thoroughly searched even if the Dragon Lord himself is on the train.

But the problem is that this is the personal belongings of the fucking Pope himself, and it is of the highest priority. Many things are of the highest priority, because the highest level can only reach this level, and the Pope is many levels higher.

Grooved!
I have become a victim of the royal court and the religious sect. Should I search for them now?

I'm not afraid of officials, I'm just afraid of being controlled. My immediate boss has also given me death orders and made announcements, so who the hell does he care!
"Get out of the way! Otherwise, according to Aramean law, you will be considered illegal immigrants, and I have the power to kill you all!"

The officer was also a tough guy. He raised his hand, and teams of fully armed spearmen came over and raised their guns in unison.

Mika was dumbfounded. He knew that the Alan military, police, and special forces were arrogant, but this was too much, right? They didn't even care about the Pope's things?
What should be done? If Zoth is opened in advance, it will be the end of the game. Not only will the Emperor be unhappy, but the Pope will be even more unhappy if he knows in advance.

Micah brainstormed, but Qili's whereabouts were erratic and she could only be found accurately in September every year. Should he wait another year, or should he just rush into the capital and fuck Qili? Is this possible?
Just when the situation was at a stalemate and the officer wanted to pull Micah down directly.

"Is the Pope's majesty worthless now?"

There was a person who had arrived at the checkpoint a long time ago and had been waiting there.

Obey the "True Instructions of the Dragon Lord".

He was wearing chain mail, with the armband of the chief priest of the Grand Order on his left hand, holding a scripture, looking ridiculously young, just in his early twenties. In terms of qualifications, it was impossible to let such a young person be the chief priest, just like being the director right after graduation, which would collapse the seriousness of the entire system architecture.

It only means that this person holds a special status in the Eternal Sect.

Micah just felt that the man looked very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere, but he couldn't remember where. He looked much younger than himself, but his aura was so terrifying that it was beyond words.

(End of this chapter)