Off the coast of Antony Harbour, black ships.

Nearly 80 meters long, the unique sails are placed on both sides of the hull like wings, at an angle of 60 degrees to the water level, and the magical aura sweeps over the hull from time to time.

The exterior of the Black Ship resembles an abandoned ghost ship, and the interior is no different, with a large church-like building with a vaulted roof shrouded in shadow near the stern.

A group of hooded, armoured battle nuns knelt on the deck outside the church door praying, and a nun covered in full-cover armor stood at the bow of the ship, looking ahead, and in the distance it was pitch black, and the sky and the sea were indistinguishable from each other.

The nun's armor was as white and smooth as ivory, and it was covered with wax-sealed decorations and prayer scrolls that symbolized purity, an intricately patterned amulet was hung around her neck, and a scarlet cloak rippled in the sea breeze as if blood was splattered.

In the center of the breastplate, a white cross motif, at the intersection of the cross, is inlaid with a crystal carved in the shape of a skull, surrounded by flame patterns.

What is even more striking is her carved angular cheeks, and the stiff lines appear on a woman's face, which particularly highlights the strong character and style of the owner of the line, and only the blood-colored teardrop-shaped tattoo at the corner of the right eye gives her a little color.

"Lord Celestein, 20 minutes ago we tracked down the Void Shock caused by the Child of Calamity, and the target is already confirmed to be hidden in the Great Port of Anthony." A battle nun holding a monastic flag walked up behind her silently.

The nun, known as Lord Celestein, did not respond, and the bearer of the flag seemed to be accustomed to a silent response.

In fact, the nuns habitually maintained this silence throughout the black ship, every time they set sail, during the four-month voyage, except for the high passions that would erupt in battle, on the ship, they were like the silent nuns in front of them, restraining their desires, and even any superfluous emotions.

In addition to the necessary dialogue, even communication is omitted as much as possible, and the Virtue of Silence is the creed of the nuns.

Sister Banner continued her reporting mission: "My lord, the intensity of the concussion this time has been reduced a lot, far less than the strength of the Epsilon Class Calamity, and the frequency has been separated for a long time, and Sister Catherine suspects that there is a witch in the city helping the newly awakened Child of Calamity. ”

Sister Silent Cyristein nodded, indicating that she understood, and pointed ahead.

"Understand, the Crimson Shroud will arrive in Anthony in four hours, and the Sisters of War will be ready for battle." The Flag Nun bowed respectfully and stepped back.

More than 40 battle nuns on deck fell to one knee in the cold sea breeze, and small prayers echoed around the black ship.

Beyond the deck and into the cabin, the crumbling flames, providing a limited light, grew darker and darker the further you went to the bottom of the black ship.

In the shadows, the statues resembling the nuns were covered in dust, and the statues watched all the creatures that passed with godless eyes, and as they walked down the stairs and the low hatches, a painful sense of loss flowed from every plank that made up the ship.

Death and despair loom over the place.

In a closed and dark-lit room, if you have night vision, you will find that the room is covered with all kinds of pure seals, holy word prayers, magic sigils, and there is not a single gap in the floor, walls, and ceiling.

A girl of seventeen or eighteen years of age sat cross-legged in the middle of the room, wearing a very elaborate long dress with many elaborate embroidery embellishments, which did not fit in with the environment of the room.

The girl's fingers are slender and her skin is fair, and she looks like she has grown up in a superior living environment since she was a child, but the girl is sitting indifferently in this lightless room at this time, still maintaining an elegant posture and expression, which is enough to reflect the tenacity of her heart.

Long chains connected the girl's limbs from the four corners of the room, leaving deep marks on the girl's delicate skin.

The girl's expression was a hint of confusion, as if she had seen something that surprised her: "Carlo, is this also the guardian you created?" ”

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Xu Yichen in the dream battlefield had just chopped off the head of a shark man. He pursed his lips, feeling that he had been swept up in an unwarranted disaster.

Xu Yichen took a scimitar snatched from the shark man, and then disemboweled.

In the distance, a giant octopus much taller than the building boat imagined by the girl Carlo emerged from the sea of blood, or a monster similar to an octopus, covered with huge pus, the octopus monster opened its tentacles, and in the sea of blood, it climbed close to the big ship in a few clicks.

The giant ship shook under the impact of the octopus, and almost toppled and capsized.

Xu Yichen stabilized his body with the weapon in his hand, and looked at the human monster with an octopus head, emerging from the pus on the octopus monster like a parasite, and ran along the tentacles towards the most conspicuous target on the ship, the giant Bart.

In this battle of willpower, what you should do is to secretly observe where the key points of the dream are, disconnect the connection between chaos and dreams, instead of being entangled with these cannon fodder like a soldier.

Originally, Xu Yichen also planned to observe this dream, evaluate the power that Chaos showed here, and also observe the will of the girl Carlo.

As a medium that has the potential to become a chaotic communicator, whether or not the new witch Carlo is eligible to be saved should have been determined by her performance in the dream world, but with the appearance of the mysterious silver-haired woman, all this is meaningless.

Although the willpower of the girl Carlo did not successfully resist the invasion of Chaos, she had already shown enough will to resist, and she was already qualified in Xu Yichen's place, and no one could expect a girl who had not experienced wind and rain to have such a tenacious will.

If the witches fail to train her well in the future, Xu Yichen will correct this mistake with his own hands, but now?

"You have a good father!" Xu Yichen said, and then used a sharp blade to cut a long wound on his arm, and as soon as the blood from the wound touched the air, it turned into flames!

In the raging fire, Xu Yichen's figure gradually became clear, as clear as that silver-haired girl!

The deadly heat brought by the scorching fire did not hurt Xu Yichen in the slightest, but made him feel as if a person who had been living in a mining asteroid suddenly breathed the air that really came from nature, and he was refreshed.

As Xu Yichen walked along, a flame burned on the deck, and wherever he passed, the shark-man pirates embodied in chaos disappeared.

As if the Flame King was patrolling his territory, there was silence around Xu Yichen, only the crackling sound of the flames burning, like the cheers for Xu Yichen to be crowned king.

I am the king of dreams, Xu Yichen said in his heart, I warned you before, Chaos.