Magic Industrial Age

Humans are social animals, and coupled with the numerous dangers of this world, living in groups is the only choice for the human race.

However, in an era where the legal system is not yet perfect, when a large number of people gather together to make a living, they must follow some simple systems and rules.

Blood feud is an ancient rule that has permeated almost the entire history of Helka.

Regardless of right or wrong, life or death, or the outcome, it only relies on blood ties, blood for blood, tooth for tooth!

Even the nobles and royals above, and the commoners and slaves below, recognize this ancient rule.

In other words, even if the lowest slave initiates a blood feud against a noble emperor, only one of them can live standing, and the other must die kneeling!

Olivera's actions in the name of 'blood feud' are most appropriate, not only to guide people to understand the situation but also to hide his identity.

Of course, the Isel family has developed to this day, how many sins they have committed, and how many people they have offended, I am afraid they themselves do not know.

So, even if they know this is a blood feud, there is no way to lock the target.

For Loye, at this stage, identity must not be exposed!

In just over ten minutes, this place gathered seven or eight fourth-order natural disaster powerhouses.

Although Ignatius lost his head, the armor on his body, his size, and the aftermath of the battle were clearly visible.

As a result, when his identity was recognized, it was a scene of chaos!

Some people showed anger on their faces; some retreated silently, preparing to leave; and some natural disaster powerhouses were actually terrified!

But before they could act, a holy light lit up in the sky, like a round of great sun rising suddenly, dispelling the darkness with dazzling and warm light.

It was not until this holy light descended from the sky that an old figure appeared.

He was really old, hunchbacked, his body curled up, his hair sparse and white, and his wrinkles deep.

But those eyes were turbid yet sharp, full of vicissitudes yet equally cold and ruthless.

However, it was this old man who had the most glorious holy light on his body, like a deity walking in the world, making people dare not look directly at him.

And the clothes he wore were actually a priest's robe, made of bright red silk, with many patterns carved on it with gold thread, sun, moon, birds, and beasts, as exquisite as if they were alive.

His appearance made all the fourth-order powerhouses present silent, as if they had seen some terrifying existence, and even their movements froze on the spot.

Finally, a fourth-order powerhouse was the most clever, he knelt on one knee, his head slightly lowered, offering his respect in the most respectful posture.

Or more accurately, it was fear!

"Greetings, Your Majesty Saint Vermont! Good night, Your Majesty!"

His voice trembled, but his words were fairly complete, and it was his action that awakened all the other fourth-order powerhouses.

So, a 'whoosh' of people knelt down, and almost all the fourth-order powerhouses repeated the same sentence.

"Greetings, Your Majesty Saint Vermont! Good night, Your Majesty!"

The Old Continent has extremely strict regulations on titles because, when you really reach a high place, it is not just power, but also unmatched strength.

Therefore, those who can use the word 'Your Majesty', unless they are direct members of the royal families of the several empires on the continent, are only fifth-order legendary powerhouses.

The 'Your Majesty Saint Bartholomew' of Flower Collar belongs to the former, he was born in the Habsburg Empire's royal family, the Hohenzollern family.

His full name should be Bartholomew Hohenzollern, and in terms of seniority, he and the great Emperor, Hohenzollern III, are brothers.

This is why he can guarantee Loye, if he speaks, as long as it is not a matter of principle, that Majesty will have to give him face.

As for the one in front of him, he belongs to the latter!

He is a genuine fifth-order legendary powerhouse, and wherever he goes, he is treated as a guest of honor!

And the reason why they are crowned with the word 'Saint' represents that they have been favored by the gods.

That is not a simple gift of divine grace, but a true blessing from the gods.

It means that even in the gods' place, they are registered, and they have gods as their backers.

To put it simply, hearing the name, you should know that this is not someone you can provoke.

Even if they die, they will be received by the gods, either reborn in heaven and transformed into angels;

Or resurrected in the kingdom of God and become holy spirits, helping to manage the many affairs of the kingdom of God.

The one in front of him, His Majesty Saint Vermont, is the builder of Vermont Cathedral, the blesser of the Lord of Light, one of the twelve red-clothed archbishops of the Church of the Sun God, a fifth-order legendary powerhouse who has lived for thousands of years.

Such an existence, just his appearance, is enough to make a group of fourth-order tremble with fear.

However, at this moment, His Majesty Saint Vermont is not in the mood to pay attention to others.

Dragging his long red robe, he walked forward step by step, through the crowd, and stood in front of Ignatius's body.

Slightly bowing his head, a touch of sadness seemed to flash in his eyes, and then he reached out, about a meter away, as if stroking his head.

"Ignatius, you still died before me!"

"But death is death, where is what I want?"

Saying this, his eyes changed, holy light gathered on his withered hand, solidified, and then bloomed!

So, holy light fell, how tough the body of the fourth-order oath knight was, what quality the plate armor outside his body was, but under this holy light, they all turned into fly ash.

Vaguely, they seemed to hear a scream, a scream from the soul!

This made the surrounding natural disaster powerhouses tremble, and they all lowered their heads even lower.

The old man turned around, waved his big red robe, and his hoarse voice resounded throughout the audience.

"The oath knight of Vermont Cathedral, Ignatius Isel, is dead!"

"My baby is also lost!"

"Why don't you help him avenge? Why don't you chase the enemy? Why don't you help me find my baby back?"

"I am here, waiting for you at Vermont Cathedral to bring back the heads of the enemies, and also bring back my baby!"

"If you succeed, you will reap my reward, but if you fail, you will all have to die!"

The last sentence was like a wind blowing from the abyss, shaking everyone present and turning their faces pale!

They knew very well that this one was not joking, if they couldn't kill people and couldn't get things back, they would really die!

Seeing that no one agreed, the old man said coldly again: "Do you have any objections to what I said?"

"No, no!"

"We guarantee to complete the task!"

"Then hurry up!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

A group of fourth-order powerhouses all left, either with magic or fighting spirit, anyway, they were all going to the Silver Sea in the east at the fastest speed.

Each one looked as if they were being chased by a demon, not daring to delay in the slightest!

In just a moment, it was completely quiet here, so quiet that a needle could be heard!

But the old man was not in a hurry to leave, but raised his hand again, and the holy light in his hand turned into chains, extending in all directions.

After a moment, when he retracted it again, he had bound more than a dozen people!

Who said that the people watching the excitement must be fourth-order powerhouses?

Most of the dozen or so people in front of them have extraordinary strength, and some are assassins and thieves who are good at hiding and hiding.

Of course, there are also some bold mortals.

It's a pity, some excitement is really not something they can peep at.

Before they could beg for mercy, the holy light on the chains shone brightly, turning into clusters of holy fire, enveloping these people.

So, screams resounded on the spot, whether it was a third-order extraordinary or an ordinary person, they were struggling in the holy fire!

Listening to their screams, the old man actually showed some satisfied expression!

……

On the other side,

On the Silver Sea, in the darkness, a small boat, accompanied by the ebb tide, raised three sails, and was sailing.

Around the hull, several magic scrolls were opened and activated,

There was an endless stream of strong winds blowing, making the sails bulge into semicircles, so that the boat was sailing quite fast.

Loye, Olivera, and Ang were sitting on the boat, in a circle, each looking down at the purple gilt wooden box in front of them.

Loye rubbed his chin and asked, "You mean, there is a good treasure in here, and that Ignatius was chasing you and wouldn't let you go, he had to snatch it back?"

"Yes!"

Loye asked again, "Then what exactly is this treasure?"

"I didn't see it!"

Ang said as a matter of course, and explained, "However, I felt an extremely strong divine power, most likely from heaven!"

"So, this treasure should be ours!"

"Let's take a look first!"

Saying this, Loye took out his dimensional bag, rummaged through it for a long time, and then took out a few scrolls.

Silence field!

Guardian barrier!

Water protection!

Wind ring!

Throwing out four or five scrolls in a row, various magic lights lit up, and Loye looked at Olivera again, he nodded slightly, and the thunder and lightning fighting spirit gradually appeared around him.

After doing all this, Loye opened the purple gilt wooden box, and the divine power that hit him almost made him unable to close his mouth.

But none of this was as horrifying as this complete angel skeleton.

Especially the angel ring behind it is still there, which means that this skeleton still has the greatest value!

Bang!

Loye closed it again!

Then, he looked up, and looked at Olivera and Ang, they were all speechless.

Ang asked, "Is this a good treasure?"

Olivera nodded seriously: "It is definitely a good treasure!"

The corners of Loye's mouth couldn't help twitching, and said, "The problem is, this treasure is good, but we can't keep it!"

"I now seriously suspect that the chaos in Bremen is most likely because of it!"

"Ignatius died, but if this thing stays in our hands, I'm afraid the road back will be full of chases."

Ang asked, "What should we do?"

"Of course, return it!"

Saying this, Loye's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but bring up a strange smile.

"Maybe, Bremen will be very lively."

Olivera said, "Where are we going now?"

"Go to the nameless deserted island first!"