Black sails

Chapter 565 CXCIX. Falling from Heaven

Rough fingers stroked the skin of the cold armor, and the souls buried in the mottled palm lines seemed to be the thoughts of the previous owner from a long time ago, awakening this extremely evil armor that killed countless lives.

"What is that sound!"

The adjutant suddenly felt some ringing in his ears, and it seemed as if his consciousness was disconnected and reconnected for a moment. Perhaps it was his own illusion, like the cry of a bottomless pit, and the wind was drawn into it and sailed towards the void, accompanied by The invisible air flow, even the conscious soul will be sucked in, sucked into the dark place, from the precise connection gap of the armor,

"It's the voice of the underworld. Have you ever heard of the stone tablet of the underworld? That's the ancient emperor. Because he killed too many creatures, the underworld was full of undead and poured in. It was a royal weapon used to seal the souls of gods and living beings. And I once... seemed to have opened up a A trace of it, the gate of the netherworld in the territory of Yalan, is in this... great destruction in the ten directions. "

Zote put on the gauntlet, and the almost violent magic pattern circuit started like an engine. The voice of the underworld became more real, like the roar of winter, and the invisible chill sent chills down the adjutant's spine.

This long-lost power...

He tried to hold the nameless giant blade and slashed at will. The sound of breaking through the air was so strong that it was a bit harsh, as if the air flow dispersed on its own.

"The Pope's instruction is that the dragon corpse must be sent to the Alan Imperial Capital by September 9th at the latest. This is the limit. It can only be sent in advance. Considering the transportation time, it will take at least three days after dismemberment to transport it back to Mulon. , As for the size of the dragon skull, it is not clear yet. If it is too big, the dragon skull will not be able to return to the imperial capital. Please inform the Pope. In the end... this power is far from enough. "

Zote knew that this was an insurmountable gap between species. How could he catch up with the flying dragon when it flapped its wings? She looked at the adjutant and then looked back at the three evil dragon judges who were packing their bags.

The appearance of these three people was much plainer than expected. They were just dressed in commoners, with strange black seals wrapped around their mouths and tied around the backs of their heads.

It shows how noble these people are.

"They were all the speakers of the Peak Evgeni practice, and they knew the language of dragons. The first one among them knew a spiritual spell that was a great threat to dragons, called falling to the sky."

the adjutant replied.

In the Western Continent, dragon disasters occasionally occur, which are rare. Although it is a small probability event, but on a scale of ten years or even a hundred years, it is not a particularly new thing. Flying dragons are seen almost every month. Witnesses of flying dragons plundering from the sky wreaked havoc on territories and plundered treasures. This happened only once every seven or eight years on average.

Therefore, these voicers are actually rarer than the dragon itself.

"Fallen?"

Zote was very interested. He had visited countless people in Old Syria and had never heard of such a rare thing.

These people don't act like sectarians.

But it is also understandable that Jinlong will not default on his work for the Holy See. Having a position and receiving salary is more prestigious than anything else, and he does not have to show his face.

"It can make a dragon lose its ability to fly, and its wings will break and fall to the ground. I have only heard of it, but I have never seen it with my own eyes."

Even the adjutant, who was well-informed in the Holy See, stared at the mute people with bandages on their mouths with deep curiosity.

“It’s so professional and everything is ready.”

Zote put on all the magic pattern armor, and the cracks cut by Cicero in the past were simply repaired by the people of the Holy See. Although part of the circuit was damaged, the strength was not as good as before, but it was still 90%.

Finally, he put on a cold face-covered helmet and stood there, holding a strange nameless giant blade. He did not look like a human being, but the demon king of the Annihilation Realm recorded in ancient books.

"Now is..."

The adjutant was a little confused.

Because the current situation is not very ideal, Santila in the Kolor Highlands surrendered and sent heavily armored priests to detour there. However, the role of the Western Front is not very great. Uporio is huddled in the Drifting City. The force is limited and can only be stationed strategically.

As for the eastern front, Crocodile Island is also a copper pea that cannot be steamed or cooked. And he is stationed in Silver Moon City. The desperadoes in the East China Sea actually have the miraculous skill of controlling dragons. I am afraid it is not an evil skill from the Far East, and the front line is forced to push back to Silver Moon City. Moon City.

Many heavily armored priests sent to the front line were occasionally shot through their limbs by long-range sniper weapons braked by magic in Silvermoon City, and the breath of the two giant dragons even cut through the steel plates several centimeters thick. of burned into molten iron.

Although the Pope's personal decree has made the team stronger than ever, they still don't know where to start.

Zote also knew that the situation was complicated, with multiple parties fighting, and according to intelligence, there was a navy stationed at Golden Palm Port ready to pick up leaks... and suppress them all.

"Seize Crocodile Island first, and then break through Silver Moon City. With me here... no one can stop us. We will set off immediately."

Wrapped in armor, the one eye exposed from the gap in the iron mask was as bright red as a prison.

Not to mention a mere city wall, even the giant wall of Bema was nothing to the second-in-command of the largest violent organization in old Asia.

From the beginning to the end, he did not take the Mulon natives and the rabble of the East China Sea to heart. The regular army was the biggest enemy. However, considering that the sect and the royal court could not break up, otherwise the position of cardinal would be open to question, Crocodile Island could only humiliate, not kill.

August 27, Year 2690 of the Holy Spirit Calendar.

The middle line between Drifting City and Silver Moon City, inside the trench.

"Isn't this pretty and beautiful for Zote? They are all middle-aged and old people. It's not difficult to fight. Back to the secret port of Linden City. In last year's battle, I gave Marcus a flying blow and beat him hard. Beat him until he falls to his knees. Isn’t there a camera over there? Damn it, you’re still here. What about the Department of Applied Optics? I can’t even understand this. Kawa Tetsu took photos at Yunshang Palace. Damn, he’s pretty cool. It’s a periscope lens. I’ll take a photo with Lao Zuo’s corpse to promote it. What kind of giant whales are there? Guest, can you make such a good film? Pulitzer Prize level."

Ren was smoking, but his organs had been replaced with a set of magic brakes. The mechanical lungs, not to mention substances like nicotine, had been filtered out of nuclear radiation, so smoking was completely boring.

It’s considered useless.

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Li Site slapped his thigh, regardless of whether Ren knew what a damn periscope lens was, a wise man would always make a mistake, and an imbecile would always gain something. Ren really got it right.

Without making a film, who the hell knows if he has done such a big thing? It must be commemorated with a group photo, printed and published, given to major newspapers for free, and heavily advertised.

On September 9th, the news about Sallet broke out at the same time, which also brought glory to the emperor, making it difficult for the emperor to choose between the left and right.

The invisible benefits brought by killing the deputy chief of the Secret Witch Hunting Department may even be more significant than the deal with Qian Chengmulon. When the time comes to eliminate the harm to Aram, the emperor will have to weigh three points if he wants to punish himself.

In addition, although Dollinger is good, don't be greedy. The gold content of killing the old overlord of the East China Sea is indeed huge.

But Zote... is a legendary figure. If you kill him, you can become a legend! Great, he is a master in the field of murder.

"Brother Awesome, has your brain also been modified?"

Li Site was amazed.

"Hey, people who can't even make a camera in the applied optics department are really mentally retarded!"

Wren plans to write a memoir in the future and name it directly. After rebirth, I dominate the East China Sea for the imbecile Captain Black Sail.

Li Site didn't care either.

"Send people back to Drifting City immediately and bring Serin's camera over. We must take out the film very hard. Can everyone try to leave a complete body for Xiao Zuo? I won't be able to recognize him by then... I'm really fucked. How can the fluorescent light of rotting grass compete with the brightness of the bright moon? "

Xiao Zuo is very good at his own level now. If he went back to the beginning of the year, Master Dao wouldn't dare to push him like that. How about pretending to be your mother?

"What a classic villain's statement. If you put it in Dou Qi Continent, you would be blown away by Xiao Yan. Please, can you please stop popping the champagne at halftime?"

Wollman is really going to be screwed over by these guys.