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It was the loud sound of the Ten Thousand Hand Clergy's tentacles rubbing against steel.

In the pull and restraint of the tentacles, the Nomad Mountain was almost lifted from the sea, and the machinery hanging on the deck was crushed in an instant.

At the forefront, Stone stood quietly, letting his thick tentacles whip off a hurricane and pass by, just looking up and staring at the demon that was close at hand.

Look at that strange pupil.

I couldn't help but smile at it.

Instinctively, a sense of uneasiness rose in the heart of the giant squid, and just looking at the old man's face, he felt like he was facing a great enemy.

More than 200 years.

From the beginning, to the present......

From the first time Stone held the sword, countless demons had seen the sneer on the corner of the old man's mouth before he died.

Today, that smile has been stained with blood, exuding coldness and fear from graves and bones.

Even if it is decayed to the point that it is about to return to dust, even if it is old enough to stand on its feet without crutches.

The iron fervor contained in that smile did not diminish in the slightest, as if it was with the soul, turning into flames and passing on to the corpse of the demon......

"I'm here. ”

At that moment, Stone stood with his sword in his hand and whispered to it.

Immediately afterwards, a loud bang that far exceeded 10,000 times just now burst out.

On the massive hull of the Nomad Mountain, countless fixing bolts hidden under the armor detonated and untied in an instant, and the scaly armor fell off the hull like fallen leaves.

The steel shell, which had lost its support, was shriveled under the strangulation of the tentacles, but the essence hidden under the camouflage was revealed for the first time in this world as the rift spread.

It's like a monster breaking free from its cage.

It's ...... Alive!

Beneath the bow of the snake bone, the blazing glow of the eyes turned crimson in an instant.

The iron shell shattered.

Beneath the iron shell is the warm and rancid breath of the behemoth.

It was a huge mouth full of sharp teeth and bare gums slowly opening! as if grinning, sending an affectionate kiss to the prey that came to the door, and then ...... Suddenly close!

Darkness boils.

The inky black mist spasmed, expanded, contracted, roared, and cried like a dying leper......

The first thing that sounded was a series of earth-shattering loud bangs.

This was followed by a hissing of pain.

By the end, all that remained was the creepy chewing sound.

Click...... Click...... Click......

When the fog slowly dissipated, only the nomadic mountains, stained dark green by blood, still floated on the sea. The humble scraps of minced meat slowly sink into the sea.

As for the 'Ten Thousand Hands Priest' who had been galloping in the deep sea for hundreds of years, it had disappeared without a trace at this moment.

"Elder Stone, you ......"

Carol staggered onto the deck, full of worry, but saw the figure standing in a pool of blood, still straight, and unconsciously lowered her voice:

"Are you alright?"

"I—I'm so good. ”

Stone turned his head with a smile on his decrepit face, and there was indescribable satisfaction in that smile, "I didn't expect to have such a refreshing appetizer when I just arrived in Avalon......"

"Carol, I'm starting to like this era. ”

-

"It's ...... What's wrong?"

When the battle was clear, everyone fell into a brief silence, as if they were doubting their eyes. But then there was a boiling ecstasy and cheers.

"The Priest of Ten Thousand Hands has been routed !!"

The blood of the demons was ignited in the purifying movement, and the nomadic mountains bathed in flames cut through the waves, slowly moving forward in the mighty music, like an iron plough turning the earth, and the invisible force constantly hooked out and tore the demons hiding in the sea.

As a result, the murky waters were dyed an inky dark red.

The viscous blood floated on the surface of the sea, like grease, and connected the fire, causing the blazing flame to spread through the water, illuminating the dark world.

Cheers and praises came from afar, echoing across the sea like thunder, almost crushing the roars and loud noises.

"Guys, let's fight, our counteroffensive has just begun......"

Ye Qingxuan's voice sounded from every bridge: "This battle will not retreat! Completely expel the demons from this sea area, and comfort those heroic souls who died in battle and the sacrifices of the past!"

He paused, and declared categorically:

"- Take this country, Avalon, back into our hands!"

In response to him, there were fanatical shouts from countless people.

"Counterattack! Counterattack!"

The roar and shouts echoed across the battlefield.

Under the illumination of the Holy Emblem, the loud noise and roar resounded.

After a short break, the war is back in action!

After a hundred years, the light of the stake is lit again in this long and boundless dark night.

After a brief moment of silence, the Knights of the Round Table rose from the Avalon and plunged into the fierce battle.

In the advance of the Nomadic Mountain, the huge demons hidden in the deep sea are pulled out one by one, sliced into pieces, and after pulling out the materials that can be used, they are mercilessly thrown into the purifying flames.

Until the end, the ocean was almost covered with flames.

Using the corpses of demons as firewood, the flames dance in the chant, outlining the scene of purgatory judgment in the human world.

The fight continued all night.

A short night, but a long one that seems like eternity.

The war came to an end when the last of the deep sea trolls were shattered by the bombardment of the invokers, and the black rivers where the demons gathered were burned by the flames.

Everyone stood in place, staring at the sea covered in blood and embers, as if they had woken up from a nightmare and had no idea where they were.

"It's over?"

"What about demons?"

"We ...... Victorious?"

"Victory !!"

"Long live! Long live Anglo!!"

The ecstasy of the aftermath of the catastrophe and the glory of the battle and victory are mixed in the chest, turning into an impulse of ecstasy and tears. Whether it was on the deck, in the sky, or on the bridge, everyone cheered and hugged in one place, tears streaming down their faces, screaming and screaming.

In the noise, on the command seat, Ye Qingxuan took off his hat, put it on the table, stretched his waist tiredly, and felt that his whole body was finally relaxed.

As I gazed out the porthole at the city that was back lit up, I couldn't help but smile.

"Let's go back to Hong Kong. ”

He whispered, "Let's go home." ”

Avalon, I'm back.

-

After passing through the narrow waterway, the scratched gates of the harbor slowly opened, and the pivot rotated with a sharp grinding sound.

In the churning waters, the scarred Royal Navy finally entered the harbor, but what was seen was the dazzling lights, the crowd was surging, cheering feverishly, and no matter how much the guards outside the harbor tried to stop it, they still could not extinguish the enthusiasm and ecstasy.

"Hooray!"

"Hooray!"

"Hooray!"

The cheers were like a tsunami.

There is no need to worry about being abandoned in a sudden evacuation, being separated from your family, leaving your homeland and embarking on a long dark voyage.

This sudden victory is a shot in the arm for a city that has been almost suffocating for days, and it also makes those who have suffered so much look forward to the future.

And what brought this hope was the sudden dark warship.

A hundred years ago, during the Great Pioneer Era, the purification musicians who carved out the land from the dark world have returned, holding high the flame banner, and coming to this city at the most dangerous and dark juncture, throwing demons into the flames and re-illuminating the dim and suffocating world.

At the front of the crowd, the dignitaries who hurried from various offices, and even from the evacuation fleet, were not necessarily in a relaxed mood.

The upper echelons of the civilian population, who had already known about the evacuation plan half a day in advance, did not know how many secret transactions were made in a short period of time in order to prioritize the evacuation and compete for the last remaining resources, and some even went bankrupt because of it.

The authorities let this go unchecked, and the exhausted Lancelot no longer had the strength to take care of them, and even allowed them to set up the team of the exiled government.

As a result, the evacuation plan was stillborn, and the government-in-exile was gone.

Some people took a step slower, beat their chests and even fell into despair, but now they are relieved, smiling, and rejoicing in their fate. And the fast ones have already boarded early......

Now the ship is here, but it doesn't make sense.

Although the fate of the city is equally uncertain, who can guarantee that there will be an opportunity to evacuate?

This time, in the sudden retreat, the nobles and high-ranking officials even occupied two-thirds of the fleet, and the remaining one-third of the tickets still did not fall into the hands of the commoners, but were marked with sky-high figures, and were coaxed and robbed.

The masses at the bottom are now disillusioned with them.

The consultants didn't need to look any further, and sighed and assured their employers that their credibility and image had now fallen to the lowest point, and they were caught in the 'Tacitus trap', where whatever they did would be treated as bad work.

If the next evacuation is carried out again, then before the retreat, there will be an angry riot, and the time will be ...... It's hard to say who exactly the place on the ship belongs to.

Therefore, for this sudden redeemer, many people only have a deep bitterness in their hearts, not any gratitude at all, and even a trace of resentment that has been concealed.

And just as the complexities of the crowd and the whispered conversations of the crowd surged, the way was opened by the Grand Knight, and under the escort of the Garrison Legion, two black carriages drove into the harbor.

A car with the Order's coat of arms came from Westminster Abbey, the door opened, and out of the car was the old Archbishop Mephistopheles, who had been blind for many years.

The other, on the other hand, is more low-key and does not have any insignia.

Stepping out of the car was a middle-aged man with a pale face.

He was wearing a black gown, which looked very formal, but the wrinkles on the corners of the clothes could be seen by sharp-eyed people, and he hadn't changed it for many days.

The gown was thickened, decorated with heavy fur, and it was very warm, but his face was still not ruddy, but he covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and coughed heartbreakingly.

In the early years, he was severely injured by the Assassins in order to protect the Empress, and now he has no cure for his lung disease.

"Marquis of Lancelot......

The low discussion in the crowd was suffocated, and everyone couldn't help but stop when they looked at the figure standing in front.

At this moment, Lancelot, the only remaining backbone of Avalon, the actual leader of the Kingdom of Anglo and the leader of the Privy Council, appeared here alone, without even bringing an entourage.

He just gestured to Archbishop Mephistopheles, then stopped talking, and turned his gaze to the dark warship that was slowly entering the harbor.

Silent. (To be continued.) )