Contrary to what some people had planned, Dingguan Island has long been surrounded by a large prison that cannot be entered or exited - this is none other than a good show played by the living god Kitaro, who "left" a few days ago. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Several major departments of the church have been holding each other back for a long, long time, pumping me a cart here and another side, legally and orderly competing for various powers and interests under the feet of "servants of God".

In the past few hundred years, the newly born Inquisition has sprung up and suppressed many secular departments with real power, but as the saying goes, "you always have to pay it back when you come out to mix", and the Inquisition and the various foreign departments that cooperate with it have suffered almost devastation in the aftermath of the Elta Rebellion, and naturally they have already collapsed and lost their voice within the church.

To add insult to injury, all the ministries, including the bishops and archbishops of the islands, have long been under house arrest on the main island, not allowed to say anything, not to hear anything, which further weakens their role, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the rule of the Church on a remote island like Banba Island is almost nihilistic.

The power vacuum of institutions such as the Inquisition will naturally be filled, and the institution that fills the highest power vacuum is the side of the servants who "master" the gods of the world and a lot of resources - when the major powerful departments of the entire Bilunar Church no longer have any air power, the vacancies not only retain a large number of Wyverns for the protection of temples and miracles and the rider knights who control them, but even master the strongest single aerial weapon of the Bilunar Church now-

An empty ship that has been used by the gods of the world to communicate everywhere.

At this moment, Kitaro sat on the throne on the lower deck of this richly decorated empty ship, calmly shaking the wine glass in his hand, and looking at the night view of the island with great pride.

The self-proclaimed calculating Kitaro certainly didn't pay much attention to the two former powerhouses of the Dragonless Leaderless - he had planted some eyeliner disguised as humble and inconspicuous guards on and around the island, but he didn't expect to have a special harvest the next day.

A small sailing ship is heading in the direction of Hanba Island...... This is a report from a close attendant in a nearby shipping lane. Of course, whether this was an official or unofficial act of the Inquisition and the Forbidden Spell Society, Kitaro could have been smug for a while—because he had made the right bet.

He "anticipated" that there would be people who wavered and were unfaithful to the faith. Of course, he didn't care who the betrayer was, anyway, he and his most loyal attendants would do everything they could to make an example of the monkey, to warn the swingers he was more worried about.

Therefore, he did not order someone to arrest the people on this ship and ask them immediately - what if the other party insisted that he was going to Banye Island to investigate? Even if he is above all the people under the true God, he can't throw the other party into prison without evidence, or even send him to the guillotine.

He just needs to set up a net on this crown island and wait for the other party to return to this island where there is no news - and those who look cloudy and even a little panicked on the top crown island also make the "kill back horse pistol" Kitaro smile secretly, feeling that he has bet on the right treasure.

"Still no news?" Kitaro patted the bell next to the throne, and the attendant, who had been waiting respectfully in the shadows, stepped forward.

"No, the news of the lights everywhere is still silent, Lord Servant of God."

"Stand down." Kitaro got up and patted his aching leg - only with an unusually light movement, which made it look like he was dusting off his trouser legs. This leg has often had problems since Chen Heng kicked it hard that day, and he didn't dare to tell anyone about it. "If there is any news, please come and let me know immediately, without any delay!"

These "Sky Guardians" who soar in the night sky over Dingguan Island are basically the elite of the close attendants, and many of them are members of the former two who have been "poached" or "seconded" from the military and the Inquisition...... In the world, they are not willing to leave the Lancas Islands to make a living, and they are afraid that they will be held accountable by people from another world because of their positions, so they can only change their doors back and forth with their tails between their legs, and continue to lead their lives to life.

Fetching a bag of apple chips "from Elta" from the wooden shelves on the lower deck, Kitaro simply asked the attendant to move the throne to the open wooden window, and substituted his own eyes for the attendant's voice—a strong premonition that struck him, reminding him that the big fish he had been waiting for was about to be hooked.

And not long after he sat down, a dazzling white light burst from the window to the south of his throne—

The fish are coming. It's just that it's not the kind of fish that Kitaro thought of that could be disemboweled, accompanied by a knife and fork, so as to "make a good negative teaching material" for Dingguan Island, it was probably a large and hateful anglerfish with a small lamp......

Phoebe received the order from the long plane, and with a roll dive, she ran towards the nose of the first group of Wyverns. When was the last time you did such a drastic move with a mount under your crotch? Probably even he himself was immersed in the adrenaline before the war, and he couldn't recall it.

The things in the cockpit that were not rigidly fixed swayed from side to side in the flipped air and the safety rope that connected them, making a strange sound, and together with the sound of engines and talking in the radio station, it formed a strange symphony. But in the brain of the pilot Phoebe, the world is black and white, and the only people with colors and sounds are his wingman, the long plane, and the wyverns scattered in the night sky.

"Pay special attention to your altimeter, horizon, and friendly positions."

"Understood." Phoebe flipped the button for the onboard searchlight. In an instant, the entire night sky was illuminated as bright as the two pillars of light of his landline and the long plane, and the face of the Flying Dragoon, who was directly in front of the AT-802U Furby plane, was also illuminated white into an inhuman-like color, except for the ornaments and weapons on his body that were emitting metallic reflections.

Phoebe gripped the tip of the joystick and tapped her thumb open the weapon's safety cover, but her movements froze for a second—he could see himself clearly from the rider's pupils.

That was before he joined the Elta Army. After the Grand Prince of the Elta Empire publicly established himself on the throne in West Elta, the members of the Magical Guild scattered in the east and south of Elta received the news one after another:

"To the west."

Whether it is Baccarat, who killed the king, or the Bilunar Church, which has always been aggressive, it is not a branch for them to settle down in. The lesser of two evils is the lesser of two evils, and they are left with only hope of going west to the "orthodoxy".

However, while Phoebe-Faraumore's family was fighting with a group of refugees on their way west, the remnants of Eltasi's army, who had already converted to the Church, were killed—including several of the Twin Moon Church Dragoons who had been assigned to Elta's but acted independently, and only this group of magical warriors who were able to catch up with the carriage of the Faramoor family, young and old, could do it.

On that day, when he was chased by the flying dragoons on the plain, he could see the dazzling and dazzling ornaments on the other party's leather coat, and the two sides were also high and low - but the one that flew high at that time was now down and became the prey that could not move, while the one who fled below became the hunter who controlled the eagle, with blood-red eyes of revenge.

Phoebe's eyes were filled with the blood of his family, and the blood that covered the plains at dusk that day. That day, he stood helplessly on the plain, clutching half of his scorched right arm, crying loudly...... The plains were littered with the corpses of his family, and the vast Faraumore family had been nearly shaved that day, leaving him alone who had barely escaped.

The PT-6C engine seemed to know the hatred of its owner in the seat from the joystick and throttle valve, and inhaled more air and emitted a series of explosions that would normally be hard-to-find. The pop shook Phoebe's flight suit loose, revealing an unnatural silicone color—his once necrotic lower right arm had been replaced with a otherworldly maternity prosthesis purchased for him by the Princess's Foundation.

The hands on the speedometer are still shifting to the right, and the index on the altimeter is whirring down at the same time - Phoebe doesn't hesitate for long, pilots always pass more slowly than the average person. In the next second, the fingers of the prosthetic hand received a telegraphic signal from the upper limbs, and pressed the red button on the joystick with the same sharpness as the real hand.

The Dragoons (magician) who had electrocuted him to the point of, smirked and left him dead—perhaps they had received orders from their master, or perhaps they had killed behind the back of their superiors. Of course, it is also possible that the other party felt that he was dying, so he stared at him for a long time with the expression of looking at the worm, and then walked away with his legs and the wind.

This is a mistake. A complete mistake, and I won't make it again. If you can remove Phoebe's flying mask now, you can see his distorted face with crushed steel teeth and cracked eye sockets, especially when the prosthetic hand pulls the trigger and the machine gun fires......

The Wyvern rider facing the AT-802U Furby would not have imagined that what happened to him today was actually karma mailed for him anonymously by a companion he had never met. The pesticide plane's flaps opened, and the stabilized wings sliced through the clouds, swooping down from the clouds, slicing him into three pieces with a chain of fire, and crashing into the darkness with the wand that didn't even have time to shine without even making a wail.

Kitaro, who was witnessing all this from the distant empty ship, smashed the glass in his hand to pieces as soon as he let go of his hand, and his mouth was wide open and he didn't recover for a long time.