Like the god of war riding an eight-legged thunderbolt horse, the steel ship gallops through the air, trampling on thunder and lightning and hurricanes, forward!

Broke through the wind and cut through the mist. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The thunder struck the hull of the ship, and it was coated with a glittering garment of electric light, and it crushed the oncoming hurricane, parting the suffocating mist, like a sharp blade, piercing into the tornado!

The ship shook wildly, trembling in the storm.

Countless steel plates detached from the hull and scattered like scales.

The Dragon's Spine Ballista, which was charged to the extreme, emitted a high temperature, evaporating the spilled rain, and the terrifying temperature was transmitted along the layers of machinery, burning the handle until it was red, like red-hot iron.

Igor clung to it, enduring the pain, but with a happy smile on his face.

"Wait...... Wait a minute......"

He gritted his teeth, muttered to himself, and stared deadly ahead: "It's not time yet...... Soon, soon...... Don't be in a hurry!"

Rumble!

The final hurricane was pierced by the hull of the ship, and under the guidance of the blue moon, it flew across the sky, and had already broken through to the very heart of the tornado.

The furious head of the Nomad Mountain is already in sight!

"Hello,. ”

Igor smiled.

Rumble!

At that moment, the fiery flash from the bow of the ship ignited the dark night.

A torrent of terror unleashed from the Dragonspine Ballista, the high pressure of the fivefold overload propelling steel arrows from the bow of the ship, the screaming sound tearing everyone's eardrums.

The arrow, disguised as a whale hunting crossbow, carried a heavy black iron cable, and it sent a white wave of air through the air, piercing through the poisonous waves of the nomadic mountains, burrowing into its mouth, breaking sharp teeth, tearing flesh from the roof of the jaw, piercing through the hard skull, and piercing deep into its skull.

The extremely thick poisonous juice spread, and with the heat of the crossbow arrow, a pot of poisonous soup boiled in the closed skull.

A shrill scream suddenly rang out.

The massive body of the Nomad Mountain twitched, and the terrifying aether fluctuations came to an abrupt end.

The hurricane dissipated, the tornado collapsed, and countless seas fell from the sky.

With a loud bang of destruction, it plunged into the sea with the iron ship. In the huge shock, the entire hull almost completely fell apart, and the three change musicians vomited blood at the same time, and the reinforcement matrix barely remained intact.

The hull was devastated and dilapidated, barely holding itself intact.

"My ship!"

Before Igor had time to rejoice, he let out a terrible scream, almost crying.

Soon, the screams and screams of pain attracted everyone's attention.

Under the terrifying poison of 'moderation', the nomadic mountain convulsed in pain, its body spasmed, and it continued to dive into the sea, floating upward, dragging the iron cables of the ballista, and pulling the steel ship forward.

"Isn't this dead?"

Igor was dumbfounded.

"It's just a hard hit. ”

Ye Qingxuan, who was soaked in seawater, landed on the boat and stared at the giant snake swimming painfully on the sea in the distance: "That's the bloodline of a natural disaster, maybe one can grow if the head is cut off." ”

At this moment, the nomadic mountain has fallen into madness.

The palate was pierced, and the lobes of the brain were devastated, such a terrible injury was not even a fatal blow to it, and the terrifying vitality from the natural disaster even repaired the wound in an instant.

But the poison of 'temperance' infused with the bolts of the crossbow brought great pain to it.

The poison that was enough to completely desolate and destroy hundreds of thousands of acres of land was now boiling in its skull, eroding its bones along its spine and deteriorating its blood.

The pain was so intense that its will was completely broken, and it ran madly on the surface of the sea, following its instincts and following the current.

The iron cables on the bolts tugged at the ship's hull and followed it frantically across the sea, not knowing where it was going.

"Reinforced chains. ”

Ye Qingxuan instructed the son of the phoenix: "This is a good greeting gift, don't let it get out of the way." ”

Gift?

The son of the phoenix smiled bitterly: Who else do you expect to give this thing to?

Although he was at a loss, he still followed Ye Qingxuan's order to strengthen the chains, compared to the strengthening of the entire ship, strengthening a chain was naturally easy and simple.

Immediately after, under the erosion of the Nine Heavens Ring, the entire chain became an extension of the strings, and the ladder was framed.

Now, a straight path had opened in front of Ye Qingxuan, leading straight to the brain of the Crazy Sea Monster.

There is no better opportunity for a heart-to-heart musician.

Ye Qingxuan smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and pressed it on the iron lock.

Immediately after, the music theory from the residue of the Hundred Eyes poured into the shell of the Nomadic Mountain without reservation!

With the opening of the way of 'moderation', a breeding ground for venom to grow, the music theory that gathered the dark nature of the entire Aether Realm grew like a weed, and in an instant spread down its spine to its limbs.

There is nothing more malevolent in existence.

What other natural calamity is comparable to the three-pillar god who occupies the pinnacle in the Great Origin?

The poison of the Hundred Eyes ran all over its body, frantically extracting its blood and flesh, strengthening itself, and a steady stream of power came along the iron cable, feeding back to Ye Qingxuan.

For this kind of power from natural disasters, Ye Qingxuan didn't dare to keep it at all, and threw it all into the clothes of original sin to nourish this artifact that had lost its spirituality.

In the parasitism of the Hundred Eyes Music Theory, the Nomadic Mountain has become the walking dead, moving forward in a frenzy of pain, consuming the last of its life force, pulling the steel ship on the verge of being scrapped along the current, not knowing where it will rush towards.

I don't know how long it took, but it finally stopped moving.

All life was gone, and the massive body floated on the surface of the sea, without any breath.

And in the dead sea of lightlessness, there is finally light.

That's a burning flame.

The wisps of fire danced above the reef like dim stars, illuminating everyone's stunned faces.

In the light of the fire, a terrifying dark red flowed above the pitch-black water. It was thick blood, and the blood covered the ocean, wafting like grease.

There was a pungent smell in the air, the smell of blood and decay.

In the light of the burning fire, the face of the 'reef' was illuminated, revealing its true face—it was not stone at all, but layers of bones.

I don't know how many bones were piled up here, turned into firewood, and ignited by the flames, releasing a turquoise firelight.

Flames danced in the bloody waters, illuminating distant islands and the large, eerie stone castles on the cliffs.

At the very top of the fortress, a blazing pillar of fire burned vigorously, and I don't know how many bones were thrown into exchange for such a terrible light.

"Demon ......"

The searchlight fell on the bones, illuminating the hideous details hidden in the blood water. Looking at those sharp minions and scales, the sailors suddenly choked:

"Mr. Ye, these are all demons!"

"Yes, I know. ”

Ye Qingxuan's head was raised, he didn't use his eyes, just by relying on the ether perception, he could feel the thick demonic aura in the blood water.

The bones that had been piled up on the reef offshore, all of them were the remains of demons, and it was as if they had jumped into a meat grinder, and the slightly intact pieces could not be found, and they were all dismantled into pieces.

The bones were thrown hastily into the sea and used as firewood for the flames.

On the deck, Igor smoked half a cigarette and asked in a low voice, "Here...... Where exactly?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled, "Let everyone rest and recuperate, we're at the place." ”

"This is where we are," he said.

- 'Alderney'. ”

Alderney, a desert island off the beaten track.

There is no output, no minerals, no farmland, so desolate that birds don't, so remote that no one cares.

Few people knew that this was the fief of Maxwell, Minister of the Seal of Anglo and head of the Fifth Division, and even fewer knew that a month earlier, a group of outsiders had been secretly placed here.

They left their homeland and came here with a black ship, where they built stone houses, laid foundations, piled up mountains of earth, built forts, and settled here until they could one day return to their homeland.

The ashes of the Inquisition, the last seed of the Congregation of the Doctrine of the Faith in the Holy City......

The Last Judges.

Although Ye Qingxuan said that this was Alderney, Igor didn't know what to do for a while, and looked at him blankly, "Do you want to hit the port signal light?"

"Don't panic, just wait. ”

Ye Qingxuan wore the blanket sent by the organists, sat on the deck, enjoyed the black tea that had just been heated, and sighed comfortably:

"The landlord has already arrived at the door, and the tenant can't even come out to say hello, right?"

After finishing speaking, he sat on the deck so generously, letting the enchantment above the fortress in the distance stare at, at the top of the fortress, in the rotating square pillar of fire, a faint pupil stared at Ye Qingxuan for a long time, closed his eyes, and dissipated.

Soon, the gate under the cliff opened with a bang.

Someone came up with a wooden boat and hung a wind lantern on the mast of the boat to guide the way.

"Come with me. ”

After the middle-aged priest finished speaking, he turned around with the wooden boat and headed for the harbor gate under the cliff. Igor glanced at Ye Qingxuan, and Ye Qingxuan waved his hand.

"Keep up, but remember not to go down the wrong course, or something buried under the water will be very troublesome......"

He glanced meaningfully at the water on either side of the boat, and on the boat, the middle-aged priest looked back at him in astonishment, and said nothing, silently leading the way.

Along the way, Ye Qingxuan looked at the defense and buildings on Alderney Island, and was amazed: "Sure enough, it is worthy of the Ministry of Faith and Reason, always ready to go east."

In just one month, has this been turned into a war fortress?"

The iron ship entered the port, and the gate behind it slammed shut.

In the hidden harbor inside the cliff, someone stepped down the iron staircase and saluted Ye Qingxuan: "Please follow me, Bishop Carol is waiting for you." ”

- (To be continued.) )