Dock area, port.

Groups of harbor guards appeared here at dawn and began martial law.

Any transportation, unloading, is postponed.

Residents also began to be evacuated.

No one complained.

Because, Gerald gave a certain, if not quite a lot of compensation.

The people who got the compensation immediately regarded this martial law as a holiday, and many people smiled.

However, the guards who carried out the martial law mission had a serious face.

Especially Xiao Lide, who led these people, held the long sword at his waist and did not let go for a moment.

'Piper'!

After learning that the person who would appear here at noon today, Little Lead's heart hung directly in mid-air.

Because, he didn't know how to deal with such a powerful enemy.

An enemy that cannot be measured in terms of numbers.

For little Lead, or for most people, it really is the most formidable enemy.

And when the other party proposes to see only one person......

This danger is skyrocketing.

"I hope you can deal with it, and I hope that Lord Jason is safe and sound."

With prayer, little Leader looked to the entrance ahead.

This is the only road to the Octopus Tavern.

If the 'Piper' is coming, he will inevitably pass through here.

And it was less than a quarter of an hour before the appointed time at noon.

Minutes and seconds passed.

The nerves of the harbor guards guarding the dock area were already tense, their breathing began to become uniform, and a battlefield aura began to condense unconsciously, when their eyes swept over, those civilians who were far away from probing their brains here immediately became frightened, and subconsciously wanted to avoid such a gaze.

The timid people were even more frightened to the point that their faces turned pale and unconsciously retreated.

And the momentum of the harbor guards is still condensing and rising.

Soon, when the sun rose in the sky, their momentum was condensed to the highest point.

At this time, everyone's battle armor was windless and automatic, and a sharp and pressing feeling, as if a long sword was unsheathed, appeared on each of their bodies.

The sound of the waves unconsciously became smaller.

The seabirds in the sky are even more away early.

It seems that there is only this one team left in heaven and earth.

And then—

Woo!

The wind is howling.

The fog rolls up.

A fog so thick that you couldn't see your fingers suddenly appeared in the harbor of Hans, in front of the harbor.

Also

The rear of Little Leader and others!

"Back!"

"At sea!"

Little Leader was startled and subconsciously turned back.

All the people turned around.

The next moment!

Everyone's pupils shrank.

In their field of vision, a trembling figure loomed in the mist.

It was a height they had never seen before.

The walls of the harbor resemble small mounds of earth, as if they could be crossed with a single step.

What's even more frightening is that every step this giant takes, there is a howling wind, and the sound of the waves that disappeared before is like a volcano that has erupted again after being suppressed to the limit.

Thundered!

It's like thunder.

It's heart-wrenching.

The harbor guards, who were already at a loss, were affected again, and the sharpness of the sword seemed to be out of the sheath, and it was blunt, as if it was rusty.

Little Leader felt a burst of electric sensation rush through his body and rush up to his scalp.

He felt his whole body stiffen and his brain froze.

It seemed like he was going to become a puppet.

Bite the tip of your tongue sharply.

The smell of blood spreads in the mouth.

The pain of the moment stimulated the brain of the harbor keeper.

It made him sober up for a moment.

Very briefly.

But enough.

"Fight!"

Little Leader roared.

The sound was comparable to a starting pistol.

The harbor guards who were shocked around them almost subconsciously yelled.

"Fight!"

This one is not too loud and not too loud.

But it made these harbor guards sober up.

Subsequently—

"Fight!"

"Battle!"

"Tremble, tremble!"

One after the other.

One rang after another.

When the last word 'war' came out, the sound had already pierced the sky, once again muffling the sound of the waves.

Boom!

The sound of the sword unsheathed loomed in the roar.

An invisible sword pierced the sky.

The wind dissipated.

The waves are silent.

The fog is gone.

On the sea, only a small boat slowly approached.

There was only one person on board.

The face was in the midday sun and could not be seen clearly.

But the flute in the other party's hand is clearly visible.

"Harbor guards?"

"Not bad."

Standing on the boat, the other party chuckled and praised.

The appreciation in the voice is not a disguise.

But the next moment, the other party's smile was closed.

Gloomy, cold all over the face.

His eyes were full of murderous intent.

"It's too much of an eyesore!"

As the other party said this, the flute in his hand was gently raised.

The crisp and melodious flute sounded.

And then—

Click!

The invisible sword trembled, and cracked lines appeared on it, and all the harbor guards, including Little Lead, were like lightning strikes at this moment, their faces were pale and their bodies trembled again and again.

However, not a single one retreated.

They clenched their swords and shields, gritted their teeth, and stared at the figure coming from the sea.

Under such a gaze, the other party seemed to be more and more angry.

You have to raise the flute in your hand again.

"You're an eyesore too."

A faint voice sounded.

From the harbor.

111 Delen Street to be exact.

The voice was indifferent, and Gerald, who was sitting in a chair, stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

He stood there, his eyes fixed on the sea.

Instantaneous—

Roar!

A high-spirited roar.

A scorching breath.

In the clouds in the sky, the phantom of a griffin converged, staring at the people on the boat.

Undisguised killing intent shot out of the griffon's eyes.

The other party's hand that was about to raise the 'flute' stopped.

Look up at the apparition of the 'Griffon'.

Then, looking down slightly, he looked at 111 Delen Street, deep in the harbor.

10,000 meters apart.

The vision of both sides was not affected in any way.

Direct collision.

Bang!

Thunder sounded louder than before.

It was as if the sky was going to be blown apart.

The rolled up clouds collapsed directly.

All that's left, a round of the sun.

The air freezes for it.

The boat stopped and stopped moving.

Gerald straightened up, breathing sluggishly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Gerald's face suddenly turned pale, and he took a half-step back.

The bow of the boat sinked sharply.

Then the boat moved forward again.

A slight smile appeared on the Piper's face.

People still couldn't see the 'pied piper' on his face, but they could feel him smiling.

This kind of laughter makes people very uncomfortable.

The lord is slightly inferior?

Everyone's morale was stagnant.

But

Forthwith!

Everyone saw it, and the Piperman's smile froze.

Syllable!

Boat smashing.