Black sails

Chapter 420 LIV. The Giant Who Holds the Sky

The backstage of the third division.

The next round should go to the one who is at the forefront of rumors...

Sackhead.

In an extremely eerie room with scratches on the wall, the lighting of the steam discharge sodium lamp is weak, flickering on and off. The props produced from the Imperial Capital Industrial Zone have been launched nationwide one after another.

Telephone booths are being built in many places in the country, and the Aran Imperial City has fully covered them. Not only in medicine, but also in other fields, it has reached the level of the mid-20th century.

But there is no long distance, just a special telephone booth with an automatic switchboard set up in the city and connected to each other for public phone users to dial directly and the operator to transfer the call.

And dial landline phones are not available in every household, and are limited to single residential buildings or office units.

Uses are quite limited.

But as a transitional period, that was more than enough.

The national wire network structure will not be ready for a while. It will take at least a few years to make a call from Chenxi Port to Yalan.

As we all know, by the time civilians learn about this news, the project has already reached its final stage.

In the player's grooming room.

There is heat mist in the room when you breathe out. It is early summer, so this situation is quite abnormal.

The limbs are as long as stick insects, and the whole body is wrapped in a cracked and peeling leather belt, and wears a tattered linen hood.

This was an extremely weird man. He didn't even sit on a chair. He just stood in the corner of the room. He didn't seem to be breathing. His chest didn't have any rise and fall. He was like a fitting doll in an abandoned clothing store, a dead man among the dead.

Even among a group of tall monsters, it still has a terrifying aura.

The surrounding players subconsciously stayed away from him. Standing next to him, there was an inexplicable coldness. If I had to use a metaphor, it felt like entering an abandoned house at night.

Quinlan returned victorious and returned to the dressing room.

Sackhead was his friend, but Quinlan knew very little about him, not even knowing whether he was human or not.

The reason why I met him was not because of any friendship, but because the first task Quinlan received from the Fateweaver Society was to confirm whether this person was still alive.

He is the intersection of some extremely critical fates.

After confirming his existence, the association took no further action. Those high-ranking officials were all more powerful than magicians, and they firmly believed in the fate of existence or non-existence.

In addition, Quinlan didn't know anything about Sackhead's name, age, background, or race. He only knew that he was engaged in the most unfavorable and disgusting profession in the world, and he traveled around the world because he was mute and had no job. It is difficult to communicate with others. They are often fired from somewhere and go to other places.

Anyway, he works as an ax torturer all over the world, and he has an almost pathological obsession with beheading. Although he is not famous in Taoism, everyone who knows him calls him the "God of Death."

What's ridiculous is that the God of Death himself only lives on a meager salary of eight silver coins per month, and it's a miracle that he can... save money.

This is all Quinlan knows. Sometimes he has to suspect that this guy is mentally retarded. With his level, he can eat well anywhere. Seven or eight years ago, he invited him to go to Dollinger's place for free food. Emperor Shan Gao lived a happy life, but he ignored it.

No one knew what he was thinking, or whether there was a head under the linen hood. That was a question.

The organizer personnel checked the next appearance information.

However, unexpectedly, after hearing yesterday's deeds and seeing his companion Jin-Tong Nan's fight just now, Azabu-Tou's opponent simply gave up and gave up his qualification for the competition.

The staff also explained the truth to Aburoutou.

"Okay, you don't have to do anything to advance."

Quinlan thought about it. Even though he had some skills, he didn't think he was the material to be the mainland martial arts champion, but this person was very possible.

Quinlan came to the competition just to find a supporter, and invited Sackhead by the way. He thought he would refuse, but he unexpectedly agreed. Quinlan couldn't understand this person's brain circuit at all.

Sackhead is only silent, he is a mute.

"Okay, today's fight is over. Let's fight again tomorrow and successfully advance to the first round."

Quinlan called Mabu Tou and prepared to go back to the hotel together.

But things didn't go so smoothly.

Not only ordinary people heard yesterday's rumors, but Yalan officials also heard about yesterday's game.

how to say……

Mainland China's martial arts competition is not entirely fair and is based on political considerations.

With the momentum of the golden-eyed man and Azabu-head, there is probably no problem in reaching the finals of the Stargazing Festival.

But Sackhead, an ax torturer with a lowly profession and a weird appearance, put this kind of monster into the Yalan Imperial Capital and performed public competitions at major events on the mainland.

It is detrimental to...the Aramaic kingdom.

You don't need to be handsome, but you must at least take on a human form. The sackcloth hair is made up like a murderer in a horror movie, which looks a bit scary.

Appearance is a good thing that can benefit people in the long term, but sackcloth head does not.

Due to unwarranted reasons, Azabu Tou faced the risk of being forced to withdraw from the competition.

A group of officers and soldiers, fifty in size, rushed into the backstage of the third competition area. No one dared to stop the Yalan Army. They were all fully armed, with sophisticated steel armor, and strong killing intent. They were armed with magic rifles and standard weapons. With long knives, the plate armor shook endlessly as the team marched, menacingly.

After scanning around the dressing room, I found my target.

The other players in the room looked at each other and didn't understand what was going on. Quinlan frowned. The targets of these officers and soldiers seemed to be himself and Sackou.

"I am Lieutenant General of the Aram Army. You... do not meet the competition standards. Now you are ordered to withdraw from the competition. A ship will send you back to the Cross Alliance."

The army lieutenant general said coldly, and took out a piece of paper and showed it in front of the sackhead. On the file, the sackhead came from the Forgotten Port and had information about his employment with the Cross Alliance.

Kunlan was dumbfounded when he heard this. The mainland martial arts competition's competition standards might have affected the appearance of the city if it weren't for the image of Sackhead.

Sackhead was silent.

After five seconds, he didn't reply.

"Copy..."

When the Army Lieutenant General saw that this man dared to quarrel with him, he didn't know how to write the word "death". Although Sackhead had not committed any crime, the most he could do was to be sent back according to the law.

But it was very easy for Lieutenant General to kill Yalan, especially a foreigner, as the military policeman and policeman walked sideways.

Kunlan felt bad. Now that he was protected by the emperor, his family did not dare to touch him. Otherwise, he would be contemptuous of the mainland martial arts. If he was implicated by Sackhead, he would have nowhere to go.

"Sir, he can't speak. I really don't understand which competition standard he violated. Can you tell me?"

Quinlan and the Army Lieutenant General began to reason.

"Of course you don't understand. If I say it's a standard, then it's a standard. Leave the field immediately and go back to your country. Otherwise, I can arrest you and imprison you for obstructing official business."

The lieutenant general's tone was cold.

Quinlan felt dizzy for a while, and he was still implicated, so should I leave?

The two army soldiers had already picked up the shackles. The smell of gunpowder was getting stronger and stronger. The aura of Sackhead was really terrifying.

Kunlan knew that Sackhead was crazy. If he really did it, it would be a scam. Today, Donghai's first brother, Li Site, only dares to rob in the no-man's land of Yalan. You let him come to the city to go crazy. One try?

The gods will all die when they come.

Just when Quinlan was about to comfort Sackhead.

Sackhead was far from the so-called mentally retarded. He took out a crumpled document that had been stored for a long time from his arms and handed it to the Army Lieutenant General.

The lieutenant general frowned and didn't know why, but he still took the old and creased parchment and read it carefully.

His eyes became more serious.

Gradually it turned from contempt to disbelief, with deep horror in his eyes.

This person's background...

How much bigger than him, an army lieutenant general.

There is a powerful court sorcerer in the royal court today. He is extremely mysterious. It is said that even the Tower Alliance and the Eleventh Man Pavilion cannot accommodate this great god and giant.

Of course, it's just a rumor. This person acts extremely low-key and only has two positions. One is the technical advisor of the Northern Prison and the other is the court warlock. No other information can be found.

And this person had worked for that person before, and the red official seal on the parchment was definitely not false.

The lieutenant general thought for a while. I'm afraid these two people won't have to compete in the subsequent promotion rounds. If they perform well, they can directly enter the imperial capital finals.