Black sail

Chapter 622 II. Dream Order

The beam of light from the searchlight illuminated the light drizzle, which fell silently to the ground, and the entire border checkpoint was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

The officer at the checkpoint hesitated for a while. The high priest of the great sect, whose status was equivalent to that of an important official in the palace, had been waiting here so early. Was it just for this?

"In this case, we must investigate and deal with it thoroughly."

He knew that he was pushed to the forefront of the struggle between politics and religion, and he had to hold on no matter what. If he was harmed by the sect, it would also be a slap in the face of the military.

It gave him great confidence.

Even though there was a terrifying heavy can behind the young chief priest, he showed no fear.

Micah was uneasy, his hands on his clothes. He had the bone flute that Finn had given him before he left. If anything unexpected happened, he could use it to escape quickly.

When communicating with the Holy See, it was stated that the last remaining troops were returning with the dragon corpse, and the other party must be the one coming to pick them up. Can you trust them? This guy is just a fool, and looks like an intern who just graduated from school.

"The goods must be delivered to the capital the day after tomorrow. Time is very tight. As you can see on the form, this train will go directly to the capital without stopping at any station. Every second of delay here will increase the risk of delay. You can't afford it."

The young officiant said sternly.

Micah came here on a deadline, and this was true. If the champion of the mainland martial arts competition had not yet arrived at the arena, then it would be doomed, and Zote would be killed without a burial place, and might even be picked apart by the homeless people in the imperial capital.

"Of course I saw it, but there is no other mark on the form. I am just following the Aramean law. How rushed this train is is different from whether or not to accept inspection. Search!"

The officer raised his hand, and his soldiers immediately rushed forward, ready to push away Micah who was guarding the door.

All I heard was an extremely strange buzzing sound.

Time paused.

All the raindrops were suspended in mid-air, and all the movements of everyone present were stopped. Only the eyeballs could move, and the automatically rotating searchlight was also clamped.

The picture is frozen in this frame.

Micah also felt it was very strange, as if the air was made entirely of molten iron and could not move at all, not even the slightest vibration was allowed.

Time stopped? No, I can still think. Is this some kind of horrible magic?
Only what Marcus allows can be put into action.

The restraints on Micah were untied and he was breathing lightly. Some huge force had just completely restrained his body. He couldn't even move his chest and it was difficult for him to breathe.

The two heavy canners first pulled the joystick to raise the blocking iron gate, and then followed the young officiant to Micah.

"Let's go quickly, it will be too late if you are late."

He motioned for Micah to move aside, as he also wanted to get on the train and go to the imperial capital together.

Micah's back was covered in cold sweat. Damn it! This was not in the plan. He wondered in his heart whether the cardinal had a higher rank or the dean of the great order had a higher rank.

After thinking about it, it was obviously the latter. The central government must be more powerful. I thought I could just get through the border inspection, but I didn't expect the Vatican's own people to open the box. Damn Xia Di, he just came up with some ideas on the spur of the moment. Now we are not dealing with bandits, these officials are smarter than monkeys.

Should I use the bone flute to lubricate the passage? But that time spell is terrifying, will it work?

Soon, the decision was made.

Although he is obviously lacking in combat experience compared to the other members of Black Sail, the tattoos of the Dark Magic Scripture are extremely powerful. This young man looks quite capable, but if he stabs you in the middle of your forehead by mistake, even a god will not be able to save you.

This was the only despicable way I could use. I had to chat with him to attract his attention, and then I would condense prismatic spikes to shoot him in the head.

Once the train reaches a secluded area, the bodies can be dumped directly.

"it is good."

Micah agreed and asked the young officiant and his party to get in the car.

So under that strange time spell, everyone at the border checkpoint watched helplessly as the train engine restarted, and as it started running, it strangely broke through the suspended rain curtain, and finally accelerated faster and faster until it disappeared at the end of their sight.

All the soldiers at the checkpoint broke free from their restraints, gasping for breath as if they were almost suffocating, and the drizzle began to fall again.

The leading officer paused for a moment, feeling relieved.

The person from the Holy See forced his way through, and he was the chief priest of a large religious order. This way he didn't offend the Pope, and he could also give an explanation to his superiors, making him invincible.

"Bring some wine to drink. Damn it, I almost lost my job."

The officer still felt a little unlucky, so he called his soldiers, what kind of magic is that? The people of the Church are too evil.

And on the train.

We are now in Aran, crossing the western border, passing through several provinces, including the province of Esnor, and it will take another two days to reach the imperial capital.

The border areas are different from the hinterland. Even if Alan is rich, it is impossible to install street lights along all sections of the railway.

Although the railway has not yet been built to the west of the Narrow Sea, Alan is already well connected, the blood vessels of the empire are all unobstructed, and the speed of trade has increased dramatically, which has exaggeratedly raised the total economic volume and further consolidated the influence of the royal court. The throat of the anti-imperialists has been strangled, and it is still unknown whether they will counterattack before their death.

The railroad ties were shaking and jolting slightly. It was dark outside the window, with only the lights inside the carriage illuminating. Marcus clearly noticed that the atmosphere in the car was not right. Except for the bishop, the other members of the sect were all panicked and afraid to meet his eyes.

He came to the last carriage, where Zote's coffin was stored, and prepared to check it.

"Master Priest, you must be very tired after waiting for so long. I'll pour you a glass of water."

But Micah was very scared and didn't dare to take off the dragon mask on his face. He was also a person with a lot of headshots flying around, so he was considered a Pluto plague person.

Marcus didn't refuse.

Seeing that his evil plan had succeeded, Micah knew he had to be careful, so he calmed himself down and stopped his hands from shaking, and handed the wooden cup to Marcus.

Marcus didn't care and brought it to his mouth, ready to drink it all.

I'm really sorry, you are still too young. I hope you are not a little chef, otherwise it would be a pity to die like this.

The rune tattoo on the back of Micah's hand squirmed, and murderous intent surged.

In less than an instant, a rough iron metal spike shot straight towards Marcus, and no one had time to react!
There was a ding.

It was as if it was blocked by an invisible thin plate of power, which directly repelled the spikes and even shattered them into runes, flowing back into Micah's body.

This isn’t even dead!

Micah was shocked, this guy was too weird, he was sure that he was an opponent that he could not defeat no matter how hard he tried!
What to do? Jump out of the car and then use the bone flute to leave?

"Hand over your stuff."

Marcus spread his hands. He felt very strange. He had talked with Lister in the museum before. Didn't he tell his men about this?

Pirates... have always been a suspicious mob.

"Leave it to your mother!"

Without hesitation, Micah prepared to break the window and leave, but the same situation occurred again, his legs seemed to be rooted and he couldn't move.

"You can't put this thing on display, or it will bring destruction forward."

Marcus walked up to the defenseless Micah, took away the metal bottle that held Carrie captive, and added, "I will make sure you reach the imperial capital. What happens next has nothing to do with me."

He looked at Zote's coffin, feeling mixed emotions, and prepared to ask him some more questions.

"Fuck it."

Micah had only one thought: these were a riddle man.

At this moment.

On the evening of September 7th, at the Empire Arena, the third round.

As long as they advance from this round, they will have to go to the bloody fourth round where eight to sixteen players will be eliminated.

Finally, it is the grand finale of the 9th Stargazing Festival.

After the female host finished her report.

The battle officially begins.

I guess at this moment, Micah has already entered Alan and is rushing here, Salert thought, but the premise of everything is that he has to make it to the final round.

He took the twin swords from the weapon rack.

Green and Garen in the audience had already won. Green bet all his dreams on this powerful Ghost Eye Mad Blade.

The noisy sounds from the outside world roared for a long time, but gradually faded to silence due to the fighting spirit.

All he sees is his opponent getting closer and closer.

Sarrett jumped up and killed the enemy with both swords.

Ru Meng Ling·Wulin Challenge
The sword picks up the flying flowers into a formation.

The cold light spreads without a trace.

The blood splatters on the rouge.

The north wind neighs at the sharp blade.

Fight for victory, fight for victory.

I only fear failure and bitter regret.

(End of this chapter)