When the two black-sailed warships of Sack and Atlan were chased up and down like rabbits by the great knights, fifty kilometers away from the island was a different scene.

The foremast and mainmast of the heavy cruiser "Daystar" are deflected to the sides and float quietly on the surface of the sea with the brakes of a sailboat.

Even the wind and snow roared unmoving.

In the slightly cramped captain's room, Captain Evan, First Officer Boris, Captain Milan, Boatswain Gary, and Captain Robbins, a total of five transcendents who were supposed to go to the "Forward Island" like Wolf and Haz, were sitting together at this time... Well, drink tea.

The best black tea from the Peacock Islands, soufflé cake, buttery muffins and crème brûlée prepared by the chef on board.

"Yes, after frequent contact with Donglun Branch, the richness of the ingredients has risen to a higher level.

It's been a while since I've eaten the food of my hometown, and I'm stained with Captain Aven's light again, hahaha..."

Robbins even joked in the best mood.

If this scene is seen by the other two captains who are running for their lives and don't know if they can live, I am afraid that they will be so angry that they will vomit blood!

As a matter of fact.

Except for the initial meeting with seabirds, the "Daystar" never approached the "Advance Island" at all from the beginning to the end, and has been swimming in the outer safety area.

All the targets on the island are completely indistinguishable to him, who is remotely commanding dozens of kilometers away.

Not even to mention that there were only three baggage warehouses closest to the interior, even if all seven were handed over to him, there was no problem at all, and there were more than six hundred inner ghosts, and the ratio to the normal Hilius garrison was already an astonishing two to five.

It's simply a goddess, and it is unprecedented to infiltrate the battle to this point in a normal war.

Hey, the highest level of infiltration combat is in addition to killing all the witnesses, I'm afraid there is another one.

Turn all enemies into your own people...?

Now the extraordinary officers on this group of battleships are all connected by Milan's psychic connection, and through the view of the seabirds sent in advance, it is like watching a free blockbuster.

In particular, drinking tea and eating the pastries that the chef has served them is really relaxing and comfortable.

But even if they are allowed to drink plain water, they may not be in a bad mood, there is such a saying: "Happiness is all contrasted!"

Compared to them, the two of Sack and Atlan ....

Wow, yes, that's just too much of a deception!

Evan felt that this battle must have been a wise decision made by himself after successfully overcoming the influence of the "adventurer's blood" and starting from a completely unrestricted self-awareness.

That's right, it must be.

After seeing the last blazing fire, Evan took a sip of black tea without any condiments, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the bass standing on the wooden shelf in the corner of the captain's room:

"Okay, apparently our puppet troops have done a good job, and the follow-up bombers don't need to be dispatched. ”

"Yes, sir!"

As Aven's herald, the snow-white owl, which had a military rank on the battleship, raised his wings and gave Aven a military salute.

Previously, the battle plan of Aven's side was also very simple, allowing the captured puppet soldiers to land on the "Forward Island" under the pretext of being shipwrecked before, and the concealment of the puppet potion itself did not have to worry about their risk of being exposed.

If you enter places such as the Colonial Doge's Palace, the Cathedral of the True God, or a large naval base, you may be exposed for a long period of time. But this kind of place, which was completely deserted a few months ago, and where the extraordinary power of the legal system is weak, is no problem at all.

Moreover, even if something went wrong, Evan also prepared a follow-up bombing plan for the seabirds.

The puppet troops were already some soldiers with excellent military qualities, and Evan provided them with the necessary equipment:

The special "elves" used for arson have been modified to allow them to be carried "around" without worrying about superficial searches, and the "laughing spores" for paralyzed people have almost wiped out all of Aven's current inventory.

After being cultivated by witchcraft, the small spores with a diameter of only 4-6 microns are scattered to most of the islands with the wind, and it is difficult for even the transcendent to detect them if they are defenseless, and the consequence is that they are attacked from top to bottom.

In addition to the puppet soldiers who took the corresponding antidote in advance, and...

"Well, after taking precautions, it is unlikely that the task will be completed smoothly and smoothly, which can be regarded as both advantages and disadvantages. ”

In the seabird's field of vision, after the explosion of an arsenal, the flame of one of the two large warehouses that were still burning was very strangely and quickly extinguished.

This scene is familiar.

That's the Eternal Flame Church's [Divine Flame Immunity].

Obviously, no matter how sluggish the clergy of the church left behind, they have already rushed to the place where they need him the most.

If it weren't for this blizzard, with the "Eternal Flame" servant's sensitivity to flames, he would have immediately sensed that the troops would have to pay several times the price if they wanted to achieve their goal.

Perhaps it is really thanks to the patronage of the goddess of "Frost Breath", Scati, because legend has it that his earthly sanctuary is at the end of the northernmost world, and it is also the source of the cold wave in the deepest part of the eternal white land and the land of ice and snow.

Just like at this time, after the appearance of this second-order priest, it was only a divine skill to resolve the raging fire.

"But it doesn't matter!"

Smack-

Snapped his fingers again.

The seabirds signaled the opposite, and a group of death squads that had been on standby outside the warehouse rushed forward without hesitation.

Pull out a bunch of test tubes (as for why it's tube-shaped and not spherical, everyone who knows understands ...) The dark green potion, the gray powder, some of them rushed back to the warehouse, and some of them rushed towards the priest who suddenly appeared here.

Of course, it was also the priest who had checked the physical condition of these soldiers a few hours earlier, and the only second-order law system transcendent on the island, Duerbert.

As they charged, they shouted, "Dawn and Dawn!"

"Bold! You... You've been demon-possessed!"

Dulbert was surrounded by a light red transcendent aura, blocking out the tiny spores that had diffused after the test tube had been burst.

The bearded cleric was so angry that he slammed the jeweled cane in his hand, and the dazzling red circle of light easily knocked down all these soldiers who were no more than the apprentice level.

The Eternal Flame Church has always regarded the Dawn Church, which has a partial overlap in the priesthood, as a mortal enemy, and how can he not be angry when the soldiers shout such words?

But there were too many puppet soldiers, and nearly 200 people were allocated to each warehouse, and the others took advantage of this to throw the "voodoo potion" in their hands.

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!", the dark green poisonous mist has exploded in the materials that are scorched black on the surface and still intact inside, and quickly penetrates into the interior, even if it is not burned, it is completely unusable.

Zilazila...

"Retreat!"

The final mission has been accomplished, and the soldiers who are still in their right minds will certainly not be able to fight this transcendental being.

Watch as the soldiers flee in pieces, between chasing them down and rushing to the last warehouse to see if they can recover their losses.

Dulbert stamped his foot in hatred and chose the latter.

"Even if these soldiers are not troubled by you, this attack will definitely be indispensable to you, let's wait and see!"

Crunch! squeak...

The fleeing soldiers walked on the island to the laughter of the island as if they were in a no-man's land, and hurried to the dock in the face of the heavy snow.

For tulips.

No matter how much you criticize Hilius for totalitarianism, industrial backwardness, reckless militarism, and high debts.... At this time, their comprehensive strength is still worthy of the name of the world's first.

The purpose of breaking the battle is to make them retreat from the difficulties, not to push them into a desperate situation and fight to the death, let alone raise any thoughts of revenge for their comrades, and play mourning to win.

So, even though most of the Cyrius officers and soldiers had lost their ability to resist under the influence of the laughing spores, Evan did not instruct these puppet soldiers to kill them.

Of course, thieves don't go empty.

The higher Aven's status, the more he understands the benefits of wealth, especially when managing the growing number of crew members under him, and the mundane thing of "profit" is better than any magic weapon.

"Aboard!"

Subsequently, the less than 600 men remaining in the conflict divided into two groups, boarded the two fifth-class ships that were docked on the shore in the best condition, settled the garrison above, set sail, and disappeared into the wind and snow without any hindrance.

Behind them, the last two cruisers belonging to Sylius slowly capsized with the boundless enthusiasm of the "elves".

"Hahahaha..."

"Hahahaha..."

At this time, in the command headquarters, the laughter of the officers had not stopped.

But in the midst of the wild laughter, there were a few heart-rending coughs from time to time.

"Hahaha... Ahem... Hahaha..."

The Grand Knight Daos had a very abnormal flush on his face, his internal organs were in severe pain, and his muscles twitched, and even if he was holding on to the table, he seemed to be about to fall to the ground at any moment.

It's been such a long time, and although my mouth has been laughing wildly, my eyes are starting to drift apart.

“... Hahaha... Originally... Curse... Hahahaha... Ugh"

There was a haze in front of me.

Daos's life was quickly replayed in his mind, and finally it was frozen in an old man who shed blood and tears, raised his finger to point at himself, and roared with all his strength:

"I curse you in the name of Uhao, the soul of the ancestors of the Draper tribe and the god of death!

Curse you, butchers, that none of you will return to your homeland alive!

....”

"Nobody... Is it?"

The soul is getting lighter and lighter, and the laughter around me is getting farther and farther away...

In his last glance before he drifted completely into a gray world.

He seemed to see a black hazy monster that looked like an eagle and a man, and stood above him, looking at him with a pair of cold, mocking eyes.

It is similar to the totem pole of the indigenous god of death, Wuhao, who he once cut off.

The next moment.

The third-order Grand Knight Dios was thus killed by the [Laughing Spore]... Crack someone up.