During the time that Draenor was away from the ground, it rained on Luna, and strangely, it didn't bring any storms, just like a girl crying. The rain didn't change anything, but it was enough to sustain the survivors of Luna Omon.

Now, Draenor leaned back in his chair, silent like a criminal waiting to be tortured, listening carefully to the sound of stagnant water falling from the deck to the ground.

"Then, by the time I woke up again, I was back on land, rescued by these zealous Vikings." From the last scene in the church all the way to obtaining the mysterious greatsword, he finishes all his memories and waits for Lopud's reaction.

"It's my fault...... the exorcist took off his hat and put it on his lap, "I still looked at the priest and thought I could wipe him out on the spot......"

"What's going on?" Draenor asked, staring at the scar that had almost completely split his features in half.

"The lesson that the priest left me." Lopud followed the scar all the way to his forehead, and lifted the black curls that covered his forehead, revealing a thumb-sized steel spike.

"He's the High Priest of Azrarao, and I didn't recognize him until he summoned the tentacles...... I was scratched by his bone blade, but luckily this is only the most common physical damage, and there is no threat to me for the time being......"

Exorcists are not sages, and no matter how experienced they are, no matter how strong they are, they will inevitably make mistakes. What's more, the fighting power left in the church at that time was only Lopud alone, and even he may not have a full chance of winning.

"I can tell you didn't fix him. What happened after we fell to the bottom of the sea? Draenor continued.

"Yes, I didn't have time to use the divinity at all, and I could only barely get to a draw with the priest. Just as I was about to deliver the final blow with the molten silver bullet, he was taken away by the gargoyle that swooped down...... Then I found the survivors hiding in the vault and brought them back here. Lopud put on his hat and mechanically filled the magazine with one silver streamer after another.

"That big sword......

As Draenor had expected, the exorcist noticed the unusual weapon, but the look of confusion on his face faded as he linked the gem on the hilt of his sword to Draenor's pupils.

"Sure enough, you've found your own 'blood relic ......"

After saying this, Lopud fell silent and looked down to remember something. The sudden silence completely froze the already somewhat oppressive atmosphere in the cabin, and Draenor looked into Lopud's godless eyes, he felt that this sword seemed to be exchanged for Amoro's life, and if the other party thought the same, he only hoped to be forgiven by the exorcist.

"I'm sorry about Amoro......"

The exorcist shook his head and stood up.

"Everyone is destined to die, although it came a little suddenly, but I believe it is Amoro's own choice...... He may know that he will never be able to shake off the shadows of his past, the souls that have died at his hands haunt him all the time. For him, this result is also a relief......"

Lopud walked over to the blackened round window, looking through the only clear glass at the rising mist in the distance.

If he could rest in peace...... Delaeno emptied his mind, reason telling him that he could no longer dwell on the past, and he forced himself to shift his mind to the curtain and focus on the most important tasks.

"What now? Have you planned it? ”

"We're confident you'll be back, for the Dared's prophecy suggests that you're never going to die until it's all over, so we're prepared. If it were Mr. Leonid's, it was likely that the Seed of the Moon would be in the heart of Luna Omon, in a tower, and it wouldn't take more than one night to arrive tonight. The exorcist looked at the explorer standing in the doorway, and saw that he nodded affirmatively.

"So fast?" Surprised, Draenor also felt a little uneasy, as if implying that he had shortened the distance between himself and the final battle in an instant.

"The actual distance will not exceed four hours." Leonid finally took the initiative to speak, beckoning to Draenor to follow.

Suspicious, he walked out of the cabin, and as he followed the explorer around the other side of the sailboat, he saw a huge piece of machinery covered in canvas, no less than five meters long, with a large metal disc peeking out of the corner, the obvious wheel structure that had allowed Draenor to guess the purpose of the thing.

"This is my only personal vehicle, which is completely covered in metal and has a maximum load of 400 kilograms. Don't worry it won't run, it's not coal-burning. Leonidra opened the canvas, and the massive metal monster was finally revealed, completely covered in plate armor just like him, leaving only a few inconspicuous round holes to observe its surroundings.

"The supplies are all ready, and we can leave at any time." Leonid confidently patted the metal carriage and said to him.

"The three of us, plus Leonid and Mr. Michelle, are all ready except you." Lopud leaned against the door of the cabin, waiting for Draenor's reply.

The sturdy man he had seen in the church stepped out from the other side of the sailboat and came to Langlano to meet the admiring gaze of the Vikings.

"Viking warriors! Well done! I hope that you will take care of our fellow citizens during my absence, and that I will return triumphantly with the good news of victory! Michelle nodded to Captain Schwarzer and climbed into the carriage.

"You're going too?" Draenor asked the brawny man in the carriage.

"Young man, it's my job to protect the stranded, and I can't let you steal all the limelight!" Michelle grinned exaggeratedly and replied to him in that contagious and bold tone.

Although it was a bit sudden...... Draenor pursed his lips, put the greatsword behind his back, said goodbye to the warm-hearted Vikings and Niasha's mother and son, and sat down with the exorcist and Jeanne in the huge vehicle

[After 2 o'clock]

The roar of the engine echoed through the forest, and the jolting of the wheels and the vibration of the machinery made Draenor stagger. He didn't know exactly how the machine worked, and the sound of the precision machinery grinding suggested to him that it wasn't a steam train-like structure. It wasn't until he saw Leonid pour a sufficient amount of rygar powder into a funnel while holding the metal that he understood the implications

"Oh, it looks like my big friend is in good shape today! So much left unmaintained, I thought it would break down halfway! Leonid excitedly patted the left side of the guard, his voice almost blending with the roar of the engine.

"You made this thing?" Draeno grabbed the armrest on the edge of his seat and shouted to Leonid at the top of his voice.

"Yes! But not all! Its engine and transmission are all from Vlactu, which I fished out of the reef! The explorer turned his head sideways, one hand to his lips, hoping that the "passengers" would hear him.

Everything in the sea welcomes... Draenor was amused, if it weren't for Azra's hindrance, maybe in a few years, Luna Omon would be able to turn into another Hermanstadt city with these high-tech products that had drifted from various continents.

He didn't know how Leonid had managed to see the road ahead by the two kerosene lamps hanging from the front of the car, and if it weren't for the sound of the metal wheels running over the ground, he wouldn't even be sure he was moving, because a thick fog had already risen outside the window, and it was getting thicker and thicker as he went.

"Did I think too much, or did the fog appear a little suddenly?" He leaned forward to Leonid in his chair and asked.

"It's normal, hasn't it just rained before? It takes some time for the water vapour to evaporate completely. You barely see the sun in Luna Omon, so the fog lasts for four or five as soon as it appears! Michelle pulled him back into his seat and shouted into his right ear.

"No, if it were now, it wouldn't be normal......" Lopud seemed to notice something unusual and reached out to put his hand on Leonid's shoulder.

"Stop, right now!"