"Boom, boom, boom" three consecutive cannon shots came from the cliff outside the sea restaurant, which also dispelled some of Brooke's doubts, because the rookie chefs on the turret could not shoot the cannonball to such a tricky angle under any circumstances.

"What does that man look like?!!!!!

"Report to the head chef, that mysterious man has been flying in the sky since the beginning, some distance from the fort on the roof, so we can't see his face at all," the apprentice stammered a little because of nervousness, "I can only vaguely see that guy is wearing a white trench coat and has long black hair, I don't know if it's a man or a woman..."

Hearing the apprentice's description, Brooke's heart sank, and the figure of a young man crept into his mind, the man had arrived at the Sky Island with a passing ship a few days earlier, and what impressed Brooke the most was the gauze wrapped around his shoulders and the young man's smile and smile.

The wind whimpered and swirled between the stars and the sea, the towering ancient trees shook violently, the clouds in the sky were blown away, and the sea rocks weighing several tons on the empty island were carried by the wind and smashed into the dense krakens.

"Sure enough, it's him! Didn't the young man run away?"

On the first floor of the Sea Restaurant, only the strategizing Brooke and the shivering apprentice remained, and beyond the dining room opposite them was the clamor of artillery fire and the shrill hiss of the Krakens.

"You go and tell the old guys guarding the backyard to defend the cave for me, and never let any of the Krakens get near it!"

"Well... Okay, head chef. The apprentice said yes and quickly ran away.

The knives were shaking, the tables were shaking, the restaurant was shaking, and to be precise, the entire island of Sora, along with the nearby sea, was boiling with restlessness.

Then another roar rang out from the end of the Sky Island, and the Sirens who had been rushing ashore climbed over as if stimulated, stepping on the mountain of corpses of their companions closer and closer.

"Is the Sea Restaurant going to die with me in the end," a look of despair appeared in Brooke's eyes, "After so many years, I still can't escape the fate of destruction?"

Pulling out the two bone crushing knives on his back and waist, Brooke's eyes became bright and sharp, as if he had changed into a different person, and although the ground was still shaking, he still stood up steadily.

"I, old Brooke, am going to live and die with the restaurant on the sea today. ”

The wind pressure outside the restaurant is getting stronger and stronger, and the glass on all sides is starting to tremble violently, which means that the wind controller who uses the power is retreating while blocking the Kraken, and those ugly guys are eating away at the area that the chefs of the sea restaurant can control little by little.

Douglas paced up the winding rocky path below, his wooden slippers clattering on the stones, but the wooded bamboos on both sides were full of eerie eyes and bodies reflecting a blue-gray sheen, and the surrounding "hiss" sound was as dense as spring silkworms devouring mulberry leaves.

Every step Douglas took forward was like a drop of water falling into the calm surface of a lake, and a circle of ripples rippled around him, and the gray momentum spread to the surface of the ground into a radius of ten meters, and no kraken dared to set foot in the area covered by Douglas's momentum.

The nearby krakens just looked at this terrifying man from afar, some spit out snake-like forked tongues at him, and some waved the steel forks and iron spikes in their hands, it is not difficult to judge that these weapons of the human world were captured by this group of krakens after attacking ships at sea.

The artillery fire covered the hillside outside the sea restaurant indiscriminately, but there were faint signs of insufficient fire, and several of them were fired at Douglas, who only flicked his fist and sent them flying.

"Old friend, according to your way of playing, I'm afraid it won't be long before the family money that has been stored for many years will be gone, and I can almost predict your ugly old face like a bitter melon. ”

Douglas stepped over the scattered Kraken corpses, their crimson blood giving off a pungent smell, and the slimy blood stuck to the bottom of the wooden drag, causing Douglas to frown.

In the flickering firelight and the sporadic lights of the restaurant on the sea, Douglas also accurately detected the young man dancing in the wind high in the sky.

A few meters long wind blades slashed towards the kraken group with pure wind elements, as neat as harvesting wheat, the rows of bodies instantly turned into two halves, and the small tornadoes with a diameter of nearly ten meters or so danced wildly in the dark like octopus tentacles, and each swing would always take the lives of a dozen krakens.

"It's too similar," Douglas looked at the white figure with some distraction, "it's exactly like the man looked when he was younger." ”

Although the wind is still fierce, the Krakens are moving forward as if they are endless, and the young people, who are gradually losing artillery support, have no choice but to fight and retreat.

"What? How much is left? tell me again!" Old Brooke had a bitter melon face, but his eyes were about to burst into flames.

"Chef, there are fifty shells left," replied a young chef, boldly, "and when the shells run out, the restaurant on the sea may be lost..."

Angrily throwing a freshly made flask to his deputy, Old Brooke grabbed the young chef by the collar, and his gray hair stood upside down as if to break the chef's hat.

"Chef, calm down!"

"Master Brooke, focus on the overall situation!"

The chefs next to him appeased the angry Brooke, but they were not idle, and they were still racing against time to make the deflagration bottle.

"Forget it, I don't blame you—" After a moment's stalemate, Brooke brought the young chef's big hand to clamp it, but his voice became a little hoarse.

"I'm the one who should be blamed," Old Brooke hunched his back, losing his former vibrancy, "I brought you here, and it's because of me that you children from all over the world are willing to stay and protect the Sky Island, and choose to continue to pass on the sea restaurant... It's all my fault, for keeping you in danger... People like me deserve hell..."

"Chef, don't say it," a chef of the same age burst into tears, "we all volunteered to stay, and the Sea Restaurant is our common home, isn't it?

"Yes, head chef, you can call the shots, for the sake of our family, even if we die in battle, we will not take a step back!" said a fat chef, pulling a thick rolling pin from behind his apron, and said indignantly.

"That's right, not an inch of land!"

"Chase away the demons that have invaded our homeland!"

"We are with the restaurant on the sea!"

Whether it is a young apprentice or a veteran chef, all of them are excited, blue and purple veins bulging from their excited faces, and in order to protect their beloved home, these honest and lovely chefs do not hesitate to turn themselves into executioners who slaughter demons.

In the face of desperation, the whole sea restaurant is filled with a tragic atmosphere, everyone silently poured their last affection for this island into the powerful explosive bottles, some chefs secretly looked at the photos of their wives and children in their pockets, and some apprentices silently replaced the iron mark of "apprentice" on their chest with a "formal" copper mark, and now they are finally a formal sea restaurant chef......

Just as the chefs were about to give it a go, the two heavy glass doors at the main entrance of the restaurant finally shattered without resisting the strong wind pressure, and even Brooke couldn't help but change color, because in addition to the raging whirlwind, he also felt a power of the king of the world, and even made people have an urge to surrender to it.

"It's... Could it be... Overlord momentum?!" Old Brooke's originally desperate face was suddenly filled with indescribable excitement, "It can't be that old guy who hasn't seen you for many years is uninvited, right?!"

"Chef, what are you—" The fat pastry chef with a rolling pin had just tied a flask around his waist, and Old Brook's unusual demeanor made him a little confused.

"That's right! it's him!" Brooke slammed up from his chair, like a frightened white cat.

"Chef, who is the 'he' you are referring to?"

"A disgusting old ruffian!" but there was not a hint of disgust on Old Brooke's face, "it stinks and is as hard as a stone in a pit!"

"But you seem to be happy..."

"Happy fart, I'm not happy at all," Brooke's smile widened, and he looked up at the night where the mountain wind was raging and the kraken was churning, as if to find a little hope in the darkness, "Why didn't this old guy come sooner!"

"Chef, who is that person?" The chefs next to him didn't know whether they should be sad or happy at the moment, and the expressions on their faces were very funny.

"Douglas, Vice President of the Imperial Military Academy of the Western Continent!"

"Huh?"

The cooks didn't answer, they looked at each other, some of them seemed to sense something and secretly thought, but most of them were a little unfamiliar with the name, but they had heard a lot of the name of the "Imperial Military Academy" of the Joses Empire.

"Haven't you heard of the name 'Tyrant' Douglas?!" said Old Brooke, glaring sideways at his companion.

In an instant, except for the fading artillery fire and the surging wind outside the restaurant, the entire first floor of the restaurant on the sea was almost silent, except for the occasional gasp from the crowd.

"Could it be the legendary 'tyrant' Douglas who brought the restless Arthur's Seat volcano to silence with just one punch?!" the chefs couldn't believe their ears, they never thought that the head chef would know a strong man of this level.

At this moment, another extremely clear momentum spread from the mountain forest, except for a few older cooks, everyone else fell to their knees in unison, facing the direction of the shattered glass door and couldn't even lift their heads, they wanted to speak but found that they couldn't open their mouths at all, and their bodies couldn't move as if they were sealed.

"That's right, it's that old bastard," Old Brooke folded his arms over his chest, full of confidence, "the restaurant on the sea is saved!"