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

　Perlis took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and felt the warmth in her palms.

　"One wrong step and we'll be shattered to pieces," Perlis said softly. "Whatever this fishing trip entails, we must be careful."

　"Little white flower..." Carly looked at Pearlis.

　"It's okay," Perlis shook her head and turned to look at the Pope. "Let your people obey me. I need to evacuate the city and give it to Odin Sharma."

　The Pope's body trembled violently for a few times, and then he whispered:

　"...Pure White Fireworks...will possess...everything...she desires..."

　After saying that, the nails pressing against the Pope's head suddenly burst out with blue arcs of electricity, and suddenly it seemed as if something huge was rushing into the sky.

　When the arc halo dissipated, the Pope's eyes became clear again.

　"...Your Excellency Perlis Havrgard," the Pope bowed slightly, "The great Tamara-Toss has instructed me to follow all your arrangements... It seems that you wish... to evacuate our city?"

　"That's right, let Odin Sharma's men in," Perlis nodded. "There's no need for bloodshed."

　"As you wish, we will obey all your wishes..." The Pope bowed again, "Then... where should our people be sent?"

　Perlis looked at Carly, and Carly smiled softly:

　"I'll arrange it," she said briskly.

　After the shuttle left Radio City, Nenny drove it through the endless darkness.

　Raja stood by and pointed out a direction from time to time, and Nani drove in the direction he said.

　The path between the narrow gaps on the deck is extremely rugged. The widest part is like a road, but the narrowest part can only accommodate half a shuttle, which requires extremely precise spacecraft control capabilities.

　Fortunately, Nynaeve was a good flyer.

　"By the way, can our shuttle be repaired?" Ikason suddenly asked.

　"It shouldn't be a problem. I told them to put the shuttle next to the Creator Engine." Arianwen yawned, "Haa... I'm so sleepy..."

　"After all, you haven't had much rest," Ikason nodded. "You take a nap. I'll take over."

　"No, forget it. If anything goes wrong, my star fragments can be useful." Arianwen said.

　"You don't trust my piloting skills so much?" Nynaeve smiled playfully over her shoulder. "Then at least trust the great Mok'sada? Every path he points out is incredibly easy to navigate through the cracks and crevices between the decks."

　"Halfgard will not rely on prophecies for his life," Arianwen shook her head, "We trust ourselves more."

　"Sharp," Nynaeve complained.

　"This is a very noble virtue," the Raja nodded slightly. "Only madmen and incompetents would rely on prophecies for everything."

　"That's right. Now I'm relying on your prophecy for the safety of my flight..." Nani muttered softly.

　"And the Hafgards are still supporting us," Raja said. "Turn right, and the warrior tribe is ahead."

　Nynaeve jerked the joystick, and the shuttle swerved around the bend and into a relatively open area.

　A huge diamond-shaped space comes into view. On the right side, through the deck of the starship, the outside world is an endless sea of ​​stars.

　On the left, small platforms were built in the air, forming an intricate road network, dotted with light.

　The style of those houses looked like those of some primitive tribe, the difference being that their roofs were made of some special alloy, and the surface shone with liquid-like ripples.

　Arianwen recognized that it was some kind of life alloy. If she guessed correctly, this was why they were able to frequently migrate such a large tribe repeatedly - life alloy could be shaped and disintegrated at will, and had extremely strong construction efficiency.

　"Warrior Tribe," Nynaeve began to press buttons on the console. "This is the Free Alliance, requesting landing."

　There was a murmur from the console, and after a moment, a rough voice rang out:

　"...Free Alliance? Get out of here! The people of Tarek no longer trust you!"

　"So fierce." Arianewen said.

　"After all, our last cooperation... was not pleasant." Raja sighed softly.

　He came to the side of the console and said:

　"I am Raja Pratap, Moksada of the Hurriyat League, and I wish to speak to the Warrior King."

　"The Warrior King just returned to the tribe and doesn't have the energy to see anyone right now!" the voice on the other end roared, "Get out of here!"

　"Just returned to the tribe, does that mean they just went out to plunder?" Arianwen asked.

　"After the Great Drift War, they were severely weakened and rarely raided the upper decks. They were more likely to hunt pilgrims outside the core area," Nynaeve said softly. "Those pilgrims were weak, making it easy for them to vent their anger."

　"Two Hafjargads have come with us," Raja continued into the communicator, "We can become allies again, and this time, Odin Sharma's reign will end."

　After these words were spoken, there was silence on the other end of the communicator for a while.

　Suddenly, orange flames lit up, accompanied by explosions—

　“Buzz…Buzz…Buzz…”

　"It's a Hunter-Killer missile!" Nynaeve yelled. "What's wrong with them?"

　"Go ahead," Alianwen said, "I'll cover you."

　She stretched out her hand and clenched it, a halo of light flashing in her pupils, and blue shadows flickered around the spaceship—

　"Om——"

　Three missiles passed through the shuttle without hitting it. Nynaeve was brave, she trusted Arianwyn and drove the shuttle into the platform.

　As they were about to reach the helipad, Aryanwen saw the rows of warriors on the platform—they were wearing furs and alloy armor, holding heavy guns in their hands, facing the sky.

　Seeing this, Ikason drew his sword without hesitation and tore a crack——

　"boom----"

　The next second, he appeared on the tarmac, a halo of light flashing in his pupils—

　"boom"

　A gust of wind blew past, instantly knocking the soldiers to the ground, and the wind pressure pinned them down.

　Taking advantage of this gap, the shuttle landed smoothly on the apron and the hatch opened.

　Nani jumped out of the plane and shouted angrily:

　"You are crazy! You are facing Moksada! The real Moksada! You actually attacked a Moksada!"

　The warriors struggled to stand up, but a halo flashed in Ikason's eyes, pinning them to the ground.

　Alianwen jumped off the shuttle and scanned the settlement: more and more people came out of the steel tents. Among them were men, women, and children, and each of them was holding a different weapon in their hands.

　Their gazes were almost entirely focused on Ikasen and Arianwyn, seemingly ignoring Nynaeve's protests.

　Arianwen and Ikason exchanged glances and realized that something was wrong.

　They launched the Hunter-Killer missiles... after Raja mentioned "Hafrgad"...

　Why did they react so strongly to Havrgaard?

　When they were wondering, the sound of jets was heard. Everyone looked up and saw four or five figures rising high into the sky with flames bursting out of their jet packs.

　The leader landed first, in front of Ikason and Alianwen, and slowly raised his head.

　"Hafurgard..." he growled, "How dare you set foot on our territory!"

　He had wounds on his body, wrapped in bandages, but it couldn't hide his rock-hard muscles.

　Seeing the man, Raja took two steps forward and said loudly:

　"Warrior King, we are allies, why are we turning our swords against each other?"

　"You brought Hafgard to our land!" the Warrior King shouted. "One of them destroyed our last colony, and another humiliated us in the outer ring of the core area. Now, you come to our homeland under Hafgard's protection, and accuse us of turning swords against you?"

　"Outer ring of the core area?" Aryanwen was stunned.

　Hmm...it seems that the one going to the core area is...Miss Perlis?

　So, these guys have been dealt with by Miss Pearlis?

　Then it's reasonable to react when hearing about Hafnargaard.

　But who was it in Havrgard who destroyed the last colony?

　When Alianwen was confused, Ikason took two steps forward:

　"Sir, we are not aware of the destruction of the colony, but you seem to be saying that one of us has humiliated you. What do you mean?"

　"She defeated me!" roared the Warrior King, "but she refused to take my life!"

　"Now!"

　The king drew his sword and pointed the blade at Ikason.

　"Pay the price for the sins of your people!"

　"Duel me!"

Chapter 714 Blade Logic (Part 10) -3k-

　Seeing the Warrior King raise his sword towards him, Ikason sighed helplessly.

　When he was still an apprentice, his master Hassanka Hafurgaard had taught him that mercy in battle was a necessary quality for a warrior, but one must not lose respect for the enemy because of mercy.

　He knew very well that the Warrior King in front of him was not an enemy at all. No matter how weak he was, he was still Hafgard, a Star Flame.

　Even though Tarekmin has strong physical fitness, he is far from being able to surpass him.

　but

　Ikason moved his thumb slightly, and the sword was slightly unsheathed, and the exposed blade reflected red light.

　"I am not Perlis Halfgard," he said, "but you will never be a match for me."

　"The Tarek never yearn for victory!" the Warrior King laughed. "We yearn for battle itself! Only in the face of death can life burst forth!"

　"I have no intention of taking your life," Ikason shook his head. "I came here hoping to reach a cooperation with you on behalf of the Free Alliance and end Odin Sharma's tyranny together. That's all."

　"There is no way we can cooperate with the Free Alliance!"

　The Warrior King roared and turned to look at Raja beside him.

　The young Moksada was slightly startled, and a rare look of sadness appeared on his face.

　"Tell him, Moksada!" roared the Warrior King. "Tell Haf'ergaard how you dishonored our sacrifices and insulted our honor in the last war!"

　"I did what I had to do," Raja whispered.

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　】Interest【】Remember【

　】One【】Network【

　】Next【】Address【.

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　】rest【】firm【】prevent【

　】Break【】Remember【】Stop【

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　】The next address is lost

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　"You ordered us to retreat!" the Warrior King roared, veins bulging in his muscles. "You ordered us to retreat in the face of Odin Sharma's army! All because those bastards betrayed us! My people rushed towards them, not even thinking of retreating in the weightless environment, and you and your alliance fled! Ha! The Free Alliance? The Fleeing Alliance! Every one of Tarek's people is a warrior, and every one of the Narrow Tribes is worth ten of the Free Alliance's wimps! Cooperation with you again? Absolutely not!"

　"Enough," Ikason scolded, "You call yourself a warrior, then let bygones be bygones. Duel me. If you lose, I will erase the past and reunite with you."

　"Alliance?" The Warrior King opened his arms. "We will not form an alliance! But since you crave our power, let us change the rules: If you defeat me, my power will be yours! And if I defeat you, I will kill you and use your head to honor my tribe!"

　"Okay." Ikason nodded.

　He gave Arianwen a look, took two steps forward, took off the scabbard, and held it horizontally in front of him.

　"Let me see what you can do." Ikason said.

　The Warrior King sneered, stabbed his sword into the ground, and then turned around and took a heavy double-edged axe from his tribe.