"It can't be!"

"It can't be!"

Sazastan doesn't have vocal cords, so his "roar" isn't really sound, so even the sea and the rock walls can't stop it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Tens of thousands of creatures around the port of Tripoli heard the roar of the demigod lich.

Even the birds and swimming fish were in a commotion, they could not understand human language, but Sazastan's anger and doubts, beyond the boundaries of life, made them feel a wave of panic.

Of course, the impact on humanity was greater, and the Tripoli soldiers who were searching on the coast were in chaos, and the Spanish sailors who came from the sea were even more in the eyes, and several sailors fell directly from the sails into the sea.

They don't really understand the situation, they just panic for a while, which is a great doubt.

A self-confidence that sees everything and shines through the sky makes Sazastan so annoying that no warlock or warrior will like the way he speaks.

But the ones who hate him the most are those mages who can learn seventh-level magic, but can't learn eighth-level magic, and they are often "prodigies" in their families and cities.

But Sazastan's judgment is never wrong, saying that you can't learn, you just can't learn.

Of the hundreds of young geniuses he screened, a very small number of them were still "prodigies", and most of them were labeled as inferior beings and endured great loss, and Hajnajo was just one of them.

Today, however, the loss he has spent decades walking out is backlashing.

Sazarstan could clearly see that Hajnaho's blow was not with the help of scrolls or strange objects, but really mastered the ninth-level magic of "Death by Law".

His judgment was wrong, he was wrong.

This loss, combined with the grief of losing a close friend, is causing Sazastan's arrogance, or self-confidence, to crumble.

The power of the demigod lich is so powerful that the slightest feeling of this emotion would be unbearable for ordinary life.

"Hahaha."

Some people are sad, and naturally some people laugh.

As soon as Wu Xin and the others approached, Archbishop Reims stopped attacking and swam out of a hidden waterway that had been chosen long ago.

He didn't wear heavy armor today, just an iron shirt, which weakened his defenses and made him hesitate to play against Cassano.

Despite wearing heavy armor, there is no way to retreat from underwater.

Unlike Highreddin, who relied on shark transformations and could rush directly into the sea through a passage with extremely high water pressure, Archbishop Reims walked a half-deep passage that required him to emerge from a dark passage in the sand.

However, they also had a further response, and Highreddin chose an extremely secluded fjord, far from the search line of Stegrenburg, and it would take a long time to be searched.

A two-masted clipper is waiting not far away, with a very elaborate circle carved into its hull, which is equivalent to adding an eternal "acceleration" to the ship.

The ship could not fit a few men, but in the hands of an experienced sailman, it could reach an astonishing speed of eighteen knots, and the Spanish Galen could not have caught up.

Turgut was naturally the best manipulator, and he reached out and pulled Archbishop Reims to the ship.

The archbishop was already out of breath, saying that it was not far off, and that it was also for the sailors, that he was already exhausted from swimming.

They didn't nod to each other, or even ask if the plan had worked out.

The former is because they dislike each other, and the latter because the screams of Sazastan speak for themselves.

Bursa and the Portuguese representatives were also on board, and the raid threw the port of Tripoli, which was still relatively well-defended, into disarray, and with the help of Valletta, Turgut easily received the Portuguese and his royal stamp.

"Archbishop Reims, don't come unharmed." Bulsha greeted the soaking wet archbishop warmly.

She was the only one of the pirates who could get along with a few Frenchmen, and even the Archbishop of Reims, who had a dark face when he met any pirate, had a good time chatting with her.

"It's not okay to be completely harmed, but Sazastan is even worse, ahaha." Archbishop Lance didn't know what was going on with him, but he just felt that this "Star and Moon Cicada" was very approachable, "This old fellow, this time finally made him cry." ”

"Are our people alright?" As soon as Bursa had finished asking, she saw little da Gama come out of the waterway with Hajnaho in his arms.

By this time, several soldiers from the port of Tripoli had discovered the fjord, as well as pirate clippers parked on the side.

Little Dagama's inhuman face had a satisfied smile, and Hajnajo's final blow was too powerful.

"It's an honor to work with you, Your Highness Hajnajo."

"The honor is mine, His Highness da Gama."

Both of them are in a very good mood and very good.

The Flame Church's apologist is dead, Wu Xin's reputation has been irreparably damaged, and the future of both the port of Tripoli and Wu Xin is bleak.

"Your Highness Hajnaho, you swim first, and I'll stop them for you."

Straight into the swim, it is likely to be shot by the opponent, so little da Gama decided to cover Hajnajo.

Of course, little da Gama himself was not comfortable, and the continuous battles and the extremely costly "Dark Pact" to get out of the negative state also made him reach the limit.

However, the dozen or so soldiers rushing in the distance still seemed to him to be local chickens, and although Stegrenburg was slightly stronger, his heavy black armor was a great burden on this shallow.

Seeing him break off on his own initiative, Hajnajo was very moved, and gave him another "Bear Tenacity", then drank a bottle of "Healing Mortal Wounds", and swam towards the pirate clipper.

His water nature is okay, but when Sazastan appears in his field of vision, he has not yet entered the water.

"After I catch you, I will ravage your soul for twenty years!"

Of course, Sazastan will chase him, and if he doesn't kill Hajnaho, his spirit will collapse completely.

"Hehe, Your Highness Sazastan, are we druids who can't really understand the mysteries of magic, and are like warlocks who just cast spells on instinct?"

Their plan took into account that if the demigod lich really lost his mind and came straight out of the waterway, then it was up to Hayreddin to ambush him.

In this environment, the pirate Grand Druid is not afraid of anyone.

An enraged Sazastan doesn't want to pay attention to him, but the demigod lich is very mobile, much worse than the shark that the druid incarnate is.

Hyreddin accelerated in the water and rushed straight to the beach, where the shark slammed into the skull, sending Sazastan far away.

Hajnajo seized the opportunity and had already rushed to the shore.

And Hayreddin immediately turned around after crashing into Sazastan and prepared to pick up Hajnaho.

However, when he looked back, he saw the last second of Jean Hajnajo's life.

A swift figure emerged from the bunker, a sword in his hand.

The blade was thin and slender, razor-sharp, with a faint red glow on the blade, and the hilt was a disastrous skeleton, which at first looked like a pitch-black eye socket, and then found blood-red flames inside.

This is the "Claw of Charron", the weapon of Artemis Jones.

In the next second, the black blood groove that pierced through the sword body was already filled with Hajnaho's blood, and the head of the Shadow Archmage rolled down on the sand, and the blood rushed into the air, and then melted into the sea.

"His Highness Ladislas, I asked me to say hello to you."

The head of the Austrian secrecy had received the news with Villefort, who had long been lurking in the sand, sparing the minor Archbishop of Reims, and finally waiting for a worthy target. (To be continued.) )