Black sail

Chapter 692 LXXI. Headshots Flying All Over the World

Garen took a deep breath, glancing at Glenn to his side. The girl seemed possessed by a gambling god.

She claimed that she had left her fate to the judgment of the storm and the waves, and her poker face remained expressionless as she stared intently at the two people facing off on the field.

Since she can still hold her tongue, it means that she is not targeting the already defeated Salert; her target is still on the field.

More than 70,000 gold dragons—that's enough to buy a large, luxurious manor, ten top-tier maids, a hundred servants, and a lifetime of lavish meals by land, sea, and air, plus all the riches and honors.

What amazing composure!

Garen couldn't help but think that during this extraordinary gambling trip that lasted for more than a week, Glenn had also undergone a transformation.

Sky Arena.

After the battle between the Wyvern and Salert, the floating platform manufactured by the Magic Energy Industries was covered in deep furrows and mottled, but it still remained suspended.

Gerdrey and Julius of Death Dance are choosing their weapons.

Julius was extremely lean, and the explosive power contained in his muscle curves was like that of a leopard. His hair was shoulder-length.

His neck, arms, face—everywhere visible—showed signs of torture: knife wounds or horrifying whip marks.

His gaze wasn't on Gerdrey at this moment, but rather on the Royal Seat. He walked past a large group of people, his eyes fixed on the Black Sword Dark Flame.

As a member of the Imperial Guard.

The Black Sword Netherflame was not far from Phoenix.

His gray hair snaked around, and he wore all-black magical armor. Eerie black flames emanated from the gaps in the scabbard of his sword.

His face was gloomy. He had maintained a playful attitude before, but now he couldn't hold back anymore. He never expected that a stray dog ​​could still make it to the semi-finals.

It did pose a threat to him.

The beloved Black Sword Netherflame was not of noble birth. He managed to become a colonel in the chaotic military and political circles of that time through various means. It was only after he plotted to kill Zahak's father during the Battle of Bema that he obtained a vacant spot in the Imperial Guard.

Julius, on the other hand, was a genuine former nobleman of Arania, a hereditary count. Although his family was declining, he still had a foundation, as well as land and an official salary.

One of his methods was to marry Julius's sister. Within six months, Julius's father died of a serious illness, his sister also died of a serious illness, and Julius himself was forced to flee after becoming involved in a strange hallucinogenic drug smuggling case.

After paying a huge inheritance tax to the provincial governor, Hei Jian Ming Yan successfully embezzled the family's property. As for his subsequent buying and selling of official positions, that's another story.

Black Sword Dark Flame never expected that this person would still be alive after all these years. He only hoped that Gerdley would kill him.

Otherwise, even if this person secures a place in the top four, they will surely cause trouble for me when they enter the palace in the future. If they challenge me to a duel, it will also affect my reputation in the royal court, which I have been slowly improving over the years.

Julius took down the two scimitars, calmed his anger, and looked at Gerdrey.

This person killed his opponent in a single encounter, and the subsequent opponents also chose to surrender.

Gedley simply picked up a long spear, gripped it in reverse, and his expression was ashen.

He stood there, his towering two-meter-tall body like a forged metal plate, naturally domineering, his muscle lines exuding the cold hardness of granite.

Wearing the costume provided by the organizers of the Continental Martial Arts Tournament, which matched the half-shoulder cape of the valiant cavalry, he was dressed in dueling attire designed for wide-ranging and sweeping movements. The Witch King's curse poison was sewn into the interlayer.

"It's not too late to admit defeat now."

Gerdrey knew that this man had a grudge against a high-ranking figure in the Aran court.

But I have more important things to do.

Xiaolong doesn't seem easy to deal with. He needs to conserve his energy for after winning the championship. He wants to do something that no one has done in the sixteenth Continental Martial Arts Tournament.

Perhaps some people have tried, but none of them have ever reached this point. The opponents they face are also completely random, and no one can guarantee absolute invincibility.

Only he himself possessed the innate, unparalleled martial arts skills and the terrifying talent he displayed in mastering the various techniques most widely circulated in the Western Continent.

This is my mission.

The dark horse, Gerdley, completely ignored the fervor of the audience cheering him on. He wasn't there for fame or fortune; those cheers and laughter were like animals on display, like barbed ice skates.

At this moment.

The high-ranking members of the royal special seat did not focus their attention on the arena. Apart from Augustus, the highest-ranking people present all looked at the special seat of the Eternal Church.

Cicero frowned.

The Pope is the one who opposes the Emperor. Since the Emperor did not attend this year, and the Pope values ​​face more than just a formality, he also did not attend.

The special seat of the church beneath the silver silk curtain was occupied by a high-ranking priest.

But what puzzled Cicero the most was...

A little over an hour ago, the Grand Master of the Eternal Holy Knights, Chiander, was also at the West District checkpoint, where military personnel were being driven away. This woman is the fourteenth champion.

News from the border a few days ago indicated that the church was transporting something.

Qi'and, who can handle cargo, has arrived at the Continental Martial Arts Tournament. Where did this stuff come from? What trick is the Pope up to now?
Cicero had a bad omen. Ben obediently followed Wesker, determined to become a master sycophant, always striving to please his leader, no matter the circumstances.

Silently recite the "Great Technique of Fish-Dragon Transformation" in your mind.

Fish head, leader and chief. Fish eyes, to be looked up to. Fish belly, trusted confidants. Fish back, to find a powerful backer. Fish tail, to be entrusted with important responsibilities.

You won't believe how happy I'll be if I get promoted tomorrow. I just want you to understand that I'm willing to eat and eat until I'm about to throw up.

Just now, Cicero was instructing the second prince on what to do, and the thief, with his keen ears, overheard it.

Sallet and Kaden are both alive, damn it. So, according to Cicero, after the martial arts competition, these two should be incorporated into the team to attack Heaven's Port, given nominal positions, and the real commander should be a superhuman-level man like Alan. They should bring Sister Ai back, and Lister should also be severely punished.

What are the true intentions of these two individuals? Did they succeed in giving them a warning during this process? Will the remnants of the Dolinger gang and the Thieves' Guild settle scores later?

Pressure Masne.

Ben's eyes drifted to the worried Kaden in the contestants' section, and to Salert, who had undergone emergency treatment and was now wearing the demon mask again, looking listless.

These two are sitting ducks! World! Submit to me! GEASS! Now that I'm a baron, I'll find a CC as my assistant. CC will do everything, and when there's nothing to do, CC will do everything. Zero Requiem!

At a special church seat.

"Is everything ready?"

Although he was a high priest of the Eternal Order, he didn't lower his posture any less than Phoenix's.

Phoenix needs to be mindful of its influence and ensure it remains upright in its position.

The High Priest leaned to the side, his head resting on his hand on the armrest of his chair. His dragon mask, made of a mixture of mithril and meteorite gold, glittered and looked extremely pretentious.

Kiande's status was no lower than that of the High Priest, except that one was a civil official and the other a military officer.

It's really fucking over. The Pope really did have fifty divisions, otherwise he wouldn't have been so aggressive.

Sister Qi will help you with that.

I bought a house in Emerikean, but the light was blocked by two tall buildings. I contacted Sister Qi, and she had a few Arab brothers take care of it.

"It's just sitting in the backstage area."

Kiande was dressed in casual clothes, but she was the epitome of femininity, exuding a fierce and powerful aura.

It wasn't that she was particularly burly; she was tall and slender, but her eyes and aura exuded a chilling intensity.

"Nothing unexpected happened, right?"

The High Priest knew he was going to embarrass the Emperor tonight, and since the Emperor himself wasn't present, that was even better; his son, being so young, was even less capable of handling the situation.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Although the Crown Prince is not on good terms with the Church, it is perfectly acceptable to ask him to lend a hand. Later, during the reward ceremony after the competition, the Crown Prince will also come to deflate Phoenix's arrogance. Cicero and Augustus will both be Phoenix's assistants. Anyone with eyes can see what's going on.

"It's foolproof, it's been checked."

"That's what Qi Ande replied."

But what she didn't expect was that the professors at the Pedan National Arcane Academy were still slightly better than the experts from the Eternal Sect, one step ahead of the other.

"Hmm." The high priest nodded; the champion was about to be decided. "And what about the lieutenant?"

"I didn't see him, but the people downstairs said he's here. He should be in Qili's lounge right now. Shall I go and call him over?"

"Not for now, we'll see how things go. After all, there are many things over there that can't be discussed openly."

The High Priest knew the inside story of how Lagrange, the Emperor's favorite, was kidnapped a few months ago. If that person hadn't been there, the Royal Court wouldn't have compromised on the follow-up of sectarian missionary work during the campaign.

The adjutant said that the man was dead, which is good, at least we won't get caught.

Kiande also watched the match in the Sky Arena and immediately saw the outcome: the one wielding the curved sword was no match for the one wielding the spear.

but……

There are no warning signs before the sky suddenly collapses.

At this moment, a royal envoy arrived at the royal private seat to report news from the public media in Lostora.

People also came to the church's special seats.

An explosive piece of news spread, its thunderous echo repeatedly crushing the chasms of cognition in the midst of a silent stillness.

"The secret location of the Old Aran witch hunts?"

Even Phoenix's mouth was slightly agape, his pupils contracted, and his expression changed drastically. It was a somewhat archaic term, and his gaze involuntarily turned to Cicero.

When Cicero heard the news, he was stunned on the spot, his expression frozen, his mind wandering as if some past events had rushed into his mind.

(End of this chapter)