Black sails

Chapter 543 CLXXVII. Revenge

The salt-collecting ship was docked at a distance from the shore, so it would not run aground.

The shallows were only above the calf, and the lake water was so clear that the white quicksand was drifting under the water. The emerald-colored tide was surging slightly. The scorching sun reflected from the moving lake surface like a kaleidoscope of waves, which were reflected on everyone. In the silence, the waves swayed into murderous intent.

Magnus was surrounded by a fan, and the heavily armored priest and the Sword of Time trapped him in the shallows. He held an Alan standard saber in one hand and a broken knife in the other. The extremely sharp cold light, every wisp of wind cut by it, was like the sneer of the god of death.

On the shore, several priests with their plate armor cut open were lying paralyzed. The bloated breastplate was removed diagonally, exposing the purple-black tendons of the monster. The skin was also quite rough, with brown and red bumps growing on it.

A sword of time also had his dragon-faced helmet cut open, with blood on his forehead and face, blocking all vision.

"There is a priest of the sect as hostage. If I don't see your leader, you will never see him again."

Magnus walked on the shore, causing ripples in the lake, and his tone was calm.

No one dared to move for a moment.

After that, a girl in a purple sacrificial robe ran barefoot from the salt-mining ship, accompanied by exhausted sobs, and the sand and gravel at the bottom of the lake cut her soles, dyeing the nearby clear lake water red.

Seeing someone confronting these butchers who could not communicate, it seemed like grabbing a life-saving straw, sobbing and kneeling in the shallows, splashing the lake water with a plop, grabbing Magnus's trouser legs.

And this is just hunting.

Following the smell of bone-chilling fear, that person can catch up with all the exhausted prey.

Magnus looked at the scratched salt-collecting ship.

He recognized the man at first sight.

There was no mistake.

But it was strange, and there was no ripple in his heart, as if all the environments and all the scenes had been played out millions of times in his dreams.

As far as I can remember, I have never seen Zoth in person, but I have killed him millions of times in my dreams.

"Where is Priest Sharon?"

Zot stepped on the fender of the salt-collecting ship. He was not used to wearing religious clothes, and only wore chain mail, breeches and military boots. He was very neat, with an armband with the dragon lord's emblem on his arm, and a pair of magic-breaking leather gloves, so that he could easily kill those warlocks with many tricks.

Yes.

The tradition of the Witch Hunting Secret Office is still deeply buried in the minds of every remnant of the undead, and is completely implanted.

The priest is the highest position in the middle management of the sect.

"Sure enough... you are just an ordinary person."

The deputy director of the confidential department is not the ghost of the underworld reflected in the pupils of the legend, but he is indeed taller than ordinary people.

Strangely enough, Magnus found that he had no hatred for this person. Those vague faces in the snow were just strangers whose names he did not know.

"Are we familiar with each other?"

Zot jumped off the fender, his military boots stepped on the shallows, holding an ordinary Mulon standard scimitar in his hand, and slowly approached Magnus.

The distance was getting shorter and shorter, only twenty horse lengths.

When the priest girl cried, Zot stopped approaching.

Here are all his people. Even if the so-called continental martial arts champion is here, it is a boring competitive game for Zot, and he is a pig to be slaughtered.

Magnus looked at the girl at his feet and was silent for a while. Unfortunately, he couldn't be distracted now.

"Twenty-eight years ago.

Old Alan, Duchy of Sotland.

It snowed heavily that day, and the whole city was burning."

Unfortunately, Magnus did not know the names of his relatives.

Few people knew the identity of Zoth. Most of the priests and Swords of Time present were also ultimate demons. They would do whatever was arranged by their superiors, even if it meant killing their pregnant wives.

But a small number of armed personnel from the Church of the Judgment Office reacted and had vague guesses, but now it was confirmed.

In the old Alan, the Duchy of Fabric and the Duchy of Sotland were both well-known suppression wars. Starting from earlier, this vigorous and terrifying massacre had prolonged the life of the old Alan, which was on the verge of extinction, for more than ten or twenty years.

The wind was rising and the waves were surging, and the quicksand was swirling.

A highly educated clergyman was a little weird. He participated in the formulation of the Alan calendar and was very familiar with the climate in different time periods around the world.

The wind shouldn't be so strong.

But these are not important. Even if Zote's true identity is exposed, they don't feel it. After all, Zote slaughtered people who were not their confidants.

Zote paused for a while.

Years of imprisonment, years of exile.

Those suppression movements have long become vague phantoms.

But Zote understood. It was probably an old enemy. People of his generation were already half-stepping into the coffin. It was just that when he was the deputy chief, he took a lot of rare things in the world, which made him look like he was in his prime.

Zote guessed that it was probably someone's family that had not been killed. There is always a loophole. You can never kill someone's family. There will always be fish that slip through the net.

"Are you kidding?

That kind of thing... Who would remember?

Talk about your conditions."

Zote chuckled. Sharon couldn't die. When the main completion ceremony of the Black Rock City Church was completed, she would be a cardinal. If so, his ability would be questioned.

Magnus didn't remember it either, but.

"What I remember most clearly is...

Holding a knife in hand, I always want to cut something.

Some people become cooks, some become butchers.

Some people become like us, and only then we have the world we have today.

This is what you said.

My conditions are very simple. ”

Magnus glanced at the girl at his feet, and it seemed that there was an additional condition now, "We will fight one-on-one, a duel of life and death. No matter whether we win or lose, even if I win, I will tell you where the priest Sharon is, and please let this woman leave. "

He pointed his knife at Zot, who was twenty horse lengths away.

There is nothing in the world that cannot be solved with a knife. The only thing to consider is whether the knife is fast enough.

The wind blew quickly, and the clear and mirror-like salt lake shallows were brushed with scattered yellow sand.

Zot looked at the mechanical arm on Magnus's right hand. The face vaguely overlapped with the hall-level adventurer he killed many years ago.

He finally remembered.

In the Dukedom of Sotland, he had a child's right arm chopped off. After so many years, he did not die on the street or become a tragic product of thieves' mutilation. He grew up to be a master, and he was not something that the cowards in the Judgment Office could deal with.

His smile did not disappear, but the gentleness in his eyes retreated, leaving only a cold light.

"I really want to agree..."

Zot paused for a while, "But this seems too dramatic for you. After careful consideration, I think you may be the same kind of person as your father, extremely despicable. Your father has been telling dirty lies and begging for mercy like a dog, but he secretly follows his own will in his heart. The so-called Juedao is a fraud who steals the world's reputation. I will kill that evil woman as well. "

The past also came to his mind.

If Ognye had not been indecisive, he would have let him do what the king did, seize the throne, and completely integrate the power of Old Alan, but he didn't listen. If you don't take what God gives you, you will suffer the consequences. If you don't do it when the time comes, you will suffer the consequences. Otherwise, how could you let a kid take the throne.

"What are their names!"

Magnus's fingers trembled. He couldn't be distracted anymore and pulled the girl away.

The heavy-armored priests and the Sword of Time around him were about to arrest her, but Zote stopped them with his hand. This woman is worthless.

"Okay, I'll tell you."