"The Moon City, a remnant of the city that floated on the sea, was built by the people of Tumorahan to welcome the arrival of the moon god, but after a long wait of a hundred years, the moon remained the same, like a child who does not speak, and one can only speculate about what is going to happen from its clouds and sunshines.

Until the beasts of Azrao took over, the devout inhabitants could only huddle in corners beyond the reach of the sun, longing for the light of fire to dispel the terrible beasts, as humans did in ancient times......"

"Don't read it!"

A voice disturbed the reader's interest, and when he looked back, the masts had been connected by hammocks, and Amoro, who had been lying on them looking at the starry sky, got up and looked at this side with a fierce look.

"Please, are you dyslexic? It's not a good habit to read aloud! ”

"I'm sorry, haha......" Draenor smiled awkwardly and put the book of "Moonland" aside, "I was a little fascinated by reading, I didn't expect to read it so loudly......"

"Not everyone is like you, who only intend to solve all problems by divinity, we need to understand Luna Omon. It's not a bad thing to be prepared in advance, Amoro. Lopud stood up from the side of the stairs and patted the humpback whale on the back with his cold, pale hand.

"I don't remember for sure now, but at least I'm sure I've been here, and Azrao wasn't so bad then. And I can tell you that I didn't solve my problems entirely by divinity. ”

Amoro slapped Lopud's arm away, lifting the axe up and slamming it down on the deck.

"And it."

What a hot-blooded man with well-developed limbs and a simple mind! This trip will definitely be more "interesting" than you imagined...... Draenor almost burst out laughing, thinking something back.

As an old member of the Ludwig Church, Lopud exudes the charisma of a leader all the time, and he can represent almost all the images of the exorcist Rao: calm, taciturn, and full of wisdom, like a frozen lake. He never reveals his thoughts to others, and if you let him stand still and put a row of dummies, you won't even notice his presence.

But it turns out that he will definitely subvert his image in your mind in action. You can hardly see a trace of pity in his face when facing a beast, like a falcon swooping down on a poisonous snake, and the iron whip sharper than the animal's claws will tear apart the body of its prey in an instant, as precise as a machine......

On the contrary, apart from having a name, Amoro has nothing to do with the "exorcist" inside and out. Whether or not he really remembered his past, until he actually knew him, Draenor would only believe that he was a villain at heart, because the bad things that could only be seen in pirates were concentrated in him.

But he is the most proud of all, not greedy for money and beauty, but only for two things: honor and status. Perhaps the reason he joined the Order was because he was tired of life as a sea lord, no matter how powerful, pirates would only be seen as evil beings because they would bring disaster and fear to people...... And Nagseus was able to give him the treasure he had always dreamed of, the feeling of being truly admired.

Fortunately, it is temporarily certain that Amoro has realized his identity, and as an exorcist, he has a far more important duty than fighting and punishing evil and promoting good—to end the nightmare created by the Yaziras.

Even so, Draenor always deliberately kept a distance from him, at least he had to keep an eye on his behavior at all times, for fear of offending the grumpy "humpback whale".

According to Lopud's previous speculation, at this rate, it would take less than two hours to see the shadow of the island. It was customary to check the state of the equipment before leaving, and Draenor placed the newly purchased firearm on the deck, two boxes of forty rounds in total, and more than twenty rounds were used on the walls of Kerdon, and the rest was not enough to tickle the Azra......

"Don't worry, I've got plenty of them here." Lopud stepped forward, opened the box, took out two glass bottles with silver bullets sealed and handed them to him, "Ludwig Church's molten silver bullets, tickets to hell for the Yazirans." ”

Delano pointed the bottle at the kerosene lamps, which were almost floating in the bottle, encased in some kind of translucent, viscous liquid.

"What is this? Grease? He unscrewed the bottle, squeezed out a bullet, and wiped the liquid off with a canvas.

"You wouldn't want to know...... The inside of these bullets is infused with fungal spores, which grow wildly the moment the shell shatters and the inside comes into contact with air. They can devour the nerves of beasts and can pose an equally deadly threat to humans...... You can think of them as invisible helpers, where every bullet is alive, like a baby in an embryo. ”

Draenor put the bullet back in the bottle, tightened the cap and received it in his shoulder bag, feeling that Lopud's words were more than just metaphors.

"Get that thing farther away, please, don't let me see it......" Amoro sat up from his hammock and looked at the glass bottles on the deck with a frown, "I don't want to touch the whale's amniotic fluid." ”

"What are you?" Draenor was surprised.

"It's a very rare protective solution that keeps the fungus alive...... It is best to put your own blood in the bottle before use to ensure that they are in the best condition. A simple silver warhead is not enough to kill the beast in an instant. Lopud explained calmly, pulling out another bottle of bullet soaked in red liquid.

Is this the exorcism prop...... Draenor looked back at the yellowish liquid on the canvas and quickly wiped his fingers a few times on the deck.

At this time, he noticed that the island in the distance was getting closer, and it was time to prepare for landing. Since sending Vicchirico away, she has barely seen Jeanne, and she has been hiding in the captain's room without knowing what she is doing. So he walked to the door and knocked gently.

"Jeanne, we're almost there."

“…… Please come in, Mr. Delaenau. ”

Draenor gently pushed the door open, and Jeanne sat on a dim oil lamp on the desk full of books, turning a page from page to page of the book in front of her.

"It's a Dorian language, it may be a little unfamiliar, do you need me to interpret it for you?" He asked, looking at the words on the book.

"It's okay, I just want to see the illustrations...... Jeanne smiled and shook her head, pointing to the wolf illustration, "I can probably guess that the ones on it are the Licos, so in the eyes of the Canaanites even we are monsters?" ”

The werewolf in the illustration is depicted as a demonic figure, with a pair of horns rolled up into the air in addition to features that can be seen in reality. It stands in the middle of a moorland where aconitum blooms, with the carcass of a moose at its feet, a bloody mouth facing the center of the picture.

"No, that's just the imagination of the ignorant......" Draenor closed the book and blew out the oil lamp on the table.

There was a sudden tremor in the hull, indicating that the journey had officially begun. He pushed open the door to the captain's room and returned to the deck, where he saw that the two exorcists were ready to go, and lowered the gangplank.

"Draenor, it's time for us to hit the road...... From the moment you arrive at Luna Omon, your destiny will become a bottomless sea. And now, it's up to you whether you want to throw yourself into it or not. Carrying a backpack full of supplies, Lopud lifted the wooden box and held out his right hand to Draenor.

"Huh...... Now these are not late zeros? Draenor stepped forward with a wry smile, took the exorcist hand and stood on the gangplank, and walked with Jeanne towards the dark land.