The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

"The situation on the sea is changing. The Machiavelli Empire is sending their ironclad ships towards the Citadel. However... I stopped them."

"Yes, I awakened the storm, and the storm responded to my call and made me its agent. That is my destiny and my authority..."

"In this case, within the narrow gaps of history, I think... history should be reshaped..."

"Will the Imperials be the first to show weakness, or will the Citadel people beg me for mercy?"

As he spoke, a loud whistle sounded from outside the castle, so loud that it seemed to tear the clouds in the sky apart.

Ling's eyes widened slightly, and she turned to the two people beside her:

"It's the 'Voice of the Returning Soul'."

The pirates also recognized the loud whistle: it was the empire's sword on the sea, the flagship piloted by the bloody "Ocean Archon"!

"Oh, it seems that our old friend has taken the lead in responding to the call..." Delem Kans smiled.

A dozen seconds later, accompanied by a gust of wind mixed with ashes, the castle gate was pushed open.

A burly man in a red cloak walked in first. The quicksand outlined an exotic black armor on his body, with patterns of fire flickering between the lines.

The moment the "Ocean Archon" Ahmed Tut entered the hall, the atmosphere changed.

The pirates immediately drew their flintlock rifles and swords, glaring fiercely at the imperial officer, like wolves howling at their prey...

No! More like a pack of wolves facing a lion!

They knew the cruelty of this Archon - he was an existence that even ferocious pirates feared. He was a people of blood who emerged from the deepest part of the Erulu Desert and was one of the practitioners of the logic of the jungle.

His appearance is often accompanied by the demise of the pirate fleet, and it is the most brutal and bloody kind of demise!

"......"

Facing the pirates' guns, Ahmed Tut just calmly glanced at everyone, and his eyes finally fell on Delem Kans at the end of the banquet hall.

He did not utter a single word to the pirates, but walked forward silently, his eyes fixed on Delem.

At the same time, one after another, the "Immortals" entered the hall in a line. Even when they arrived at the sea, their appearance was accompanied by the scorching wind from the desert.

"......"

As Ahmed approached, the pirates, who had been grinning at their teeth, gradually lost their courage and showed hesitation in their eyes.

When Ahmed came up to them, the pirates spontaneously made way for a path that led directly to Delam.

Ahmed did not even look at any of the pirates in the crowd. He judged the value of these ants when he first saw them and would not judge them again.

In this way, he passed through him and came to Draim, standing across the long table and looking at the pirate king.

"You have demonstrated your ability." Ahmed's mellow voice sounded.

"Is this enough for the empire to pay in gold?" Delem grinned.

"If you can allow the storm to pass through for my ironclad fleet and aid in our first offensive against the Citadel..." Ahmed's voice was low, but loud enough for everyone in the hall to hear, "you will receive a price far more valuable than gold."

"I wonder what that is?" Draim raised his chin.

"A blessing," Ahmed said expressionlessly, "a blessing from the Golden King himself."

Hearing the word "blessing", the pirates exchanged glances, and Xingmo frowned slightly.

Blessing... is it the power of "Song of the Sand"...?

Isn't it said that mastering the "Song of the Sand" requires the blood of the Golden People? Could it be that Delem Kans possesses this qualification?

None of this matters...Xingmo secretly grabbed the wand under his robe, ready to fight at any time.

Now that Ahmed has followed here, this is a perfect opportunity.

If this "Ocean Archon" could be eliminated, the Empire's ambition to invade the academy would lose a crucial link.

"..."

At this time, beside the long table, Delem nodded with satisfaction:

“I am very happy with the price…”

"You should be grateful," Ahmed said. "Your luck has earned you a position high enough to trade with the Golden Fleet."

"You can say it's luck, but I hold the storm in my hands," Delem's mouth twitched slightly. "I control it and everything it sweeps over!"

"Really?" Ahmed raised his eyebrows. "Then why... didn't you notice the dragon mixed in with the crowd?"

The next second, Ahmed turned his head, his eyes passing through the crowd and falling on Vivian!

"An ice dragon..." Ahmed's mouth curled up, revealing a smile uglier than crying. "Oh, you remind me of an old friend..."

"Get out of the way!"

Vivian screamed, and the next second, ice-blue flames tore through the Storm Robe, condensing into silver-white armor on her body.

At the same time, Ahmed raised his hand and drew out his musket. The heat, as if coming directly from the sun, tore through the air and hit Vivian straight in the face.

"boom!"

The expanding fireball instantly engulfed everything around Vivian. The pirate's figure dissipated in the flames and turned into ashes that drifted everywhere.

Xingmo rolled on the ground several times, and finally turned over and stood up, pulling out his wand.

She looked up and saw that the expanding fireball was torn apart by the ice blue, and a silver sword shone, extinguishing all the flames.

Vivian, wrapped in silver armor, stood in the ashes, holding a long sword in one hand, staring at Ahmed.

In just a few moments, the wind direction in the banquet hall under the blue firelight changed!

6) Storm Musician (Part 15) -4k- (Vote for the cute one~)

Seeing the silver knight wrapped in ice flames, a trace of astonishment flashed briefly in Delem Kans's eyes.

"Dragon...?" he murmured. "Why is it..."

"You lack the most basic qualities of a leader," Ahmed said coldly. "You are just a lucky coward."

"you..."

"Block the coastline," Ahmed roared. "In the name of the Golden Sun, purge the sea of ​​these termites!"

All the Immortals took action, and the golden quicksand gathered in their hands and turned into spears.

The bronze-armored jackal rushed towards the pirates in the hall, burying its spear blades into the chests of those unlucky ones who had just recovered from the aftermath. Golden sand and dust rushed around in the hall, piercing through the chest of a pirate from time to time.

The incident happened so suddenly that the pirates were caught off guard. They hurriedly took out their scimitars and flintlock rifles, but the bullets they fired could not penetrate the jackals' armor.

Xing Mo knew that there was no point in hiding anymore. Seeing three or four "Immortals" rushing towards her, she raised her wand and played the strings, and a ball of darkness condensed in her hand.

Spiritual power surged out, outlining the pure shadow in her palm. When she was finished, she threw the shadow into the air:

"Black Star!"

A black star rose up and exploded in mid-air, instantly contaminating the souls of all who saw it, causing them to collapse.

"Ahhhh!"

In the chaotic hall, many people were harmed by the black star, including the three "Immortals" who rushed towards them.

They fell to the ground in pain, and the quicksand armor on their bodies "collapsed" and turned into golden dust.

Before they could stand up, Professor Ling stepped forward quickly and played the strings lightly:

""abyss"."

Pure water gushed out of nowhere, sealing the bodies of those "Immortals" in bubbles and madly absorbing their spiritual power.

Within seconds, they fell into a deathly slumber.

"Vivian!" Ling turned and shouted, "Don't let the Archon get close to the Pirate King! He'll destroy the Storm Relic!"

"Of course I know!"

Vivian ripped open the chests of the two Immortals with her silver sword, then raised her sword and leaped towards Ahmed.

However, Ahmed simply snapped his fingers, and flames suddenly appeared out of thin air and exploded—

"boom!"

The explosion came unexpectedly. Vivian only had time to raise her silver sword before she was blasted back more than ten meters.

After briefly suppressing the ice dragon, Ahmed turned his head, his dagger-like gaze piercing Delem's dull face.

"Then let's get this over with."

No matter how dumb Delem Kans was, he knew what was happening: Ahmed had broken the contract!

"That dragon is not my ally!" Deleme shouted at the Archon.

"Is it important?" Ahmed sneered. "I came here for the holy relic in your hand."

The next second, he turned the musket in his hand and turned towards Delem:

"boom--"

A golden light as bright as the sun burst out and whistled towards Draim.

Even Vivian had to rely on the dragon helmet to block the attack, but Delem had no protection at this time!

"boom--"

The scorching sun's light exploded, instantly tearing open the long table in front of the hall and engulfing the pirate king!

At this moment, a melodious flute sound emerged from the fireball, accompanied by gusts of silk-like wind.

The wind currents grew stronger and stronger, and finally tore the fireball apart directly—

"boom!"

Draim Kans was standing before the throne, clutching a bone flute in his hands and playing.

Every time a note came out of the flute, a stream of wind appeared out of nowhere, swirling around the pirate king and becoming part of the vortex.

Seeing the flute, Ahmed's mouth corners slightly raised:

"The tentacles of a fallen angel? Oh..."

At this moment, Delem Kans finished playing a piece of music. His eyes suddenly focused, and wind blades with physical form suddenly attacked Ahmed, interweaving into a barrage of wind blades.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom -"

Ahmed raised his hand and snapped his fingers. A ball of fire appeared in front of him, expanding and enclosing the strong winds.

He snapped his fingers again, and the fire exploded, forcibly dispersing all the strong winds.

When the flames faded, Ahmed saw Delem's receding figure.

——The pirate king decisively escaped through the spiral staircase at the back of the hall!

"Just like the Golden Fleet crushed the typhoon, you are still a coward."

Ahmed said this, and slowly stepped forward, ready to chase Delem.

However, just as he lifted his foot, he found that his body was stiff.

"Varied..."

Almost at the same time, everyone in the hall froze, and the next second, a sharp cry rang out—

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Ahmed turned his head and saw that the dumpling of the "Evil Bride" had been opened, revealing a slim and phantom figure behind it!

It was a bride wrapped in gauze and wearing a blood-stained wedding dress! Her entire face was covered in dragon-like scales, except for her two empty eye sockets—no eyeballs in them!

That was the real target that Delem Kans had just attacked—the "Evil Bride"!

"...Within a fifty-meter radius of her, the spirits of all people will be controlled, and the outward manifestation will be a deep sleep...After this, the controlled souls will be slowly devoured by the bride. Within half an hour at most, no one within a fifty-meter radius will survive..."

The pirate's words echoed in Ling's ears, and at this moment, a trace of fear emerged in the depths of her eyes.

Before she could take any action, Xing Mo's voice came from the side:

"Huh? Why don't I..."

Ling turned his head stiffly, only to see Xingmo standing there as if nothing had happened, as if the control given to her by the bride had no effect at all!

Without much thought, Ling immediately ordered:

"Xiaomo! Go after Delem! He'll be running away soon!"