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Waves roll in the sea.

A faint fishy smell rises from the waves, and in the sky, seagulls spread their wings and hover over the harbor.

On the deck, among the saluting passengers, the young priest with vain footsteps could not help but breathe a sigh of relief when he looked at the harbor not far away, and a look of relief appeared on his pale face.

"Thankfully, it's finally over. ”

He squeezed to the front of the crowd and leaned on the side of the ship, looking out over the island, the white city of Avalon.

The legendary city of pure white, the eternal pearl of the sea, the island of miracles.

The signs of fighting had not yet faded a month ago, but the city had returned to normal operations. Contrary to everyone's expectations, Avalon was not truly in ruins.

Except for the royal palace on the top floor, only the shack area in the lower city was burned down when the demons attacked, and the main part of the central city and the satellite islands have been restored to their original appearance, and now they are crowded with people, and there is no decay and desolation.

In the view of the telescope, you can vaguely see the ruins around the palace that need to be cleaned up, and the workers are quickly cleaning up in order.

From a distance, you can feel the huge aether fluctuations, which linger around the city like a bell, smoothing out all turbulence and opening up a stable white zone.

The aftermath even radiated to the sea, smoothing out the chaotic aether fluctuations in Norman's body, and alleviating the original dizziness and vomiting a lot.

Apprentice musicians who dive in big cities have more or less this problem, because they do not adapt to the changes in the density of the ether in the outside world, and after leaving the stable area, they will have a situation similar to altitude sickness.

Although he had already made sufficient preparations, Norman did not expect that the combination of the symptoms of Aether's agitation and seasickness would be so painful.

For days, Norman was almost huddled in the cabin, clutching the bag and vomiting, drowsy. Before he reached Anglo, he was almost half dead.

Fifteen days ago, they set out from the Holy City, and it took more than ten days to complete the formation that was expected to be only five days.

Because the Asgardians imposed an economic blockade of the Caucasus at sea, the battle between the two countries at sea led to the blockade of shipping routes, and they had to find another way.

They were forced to follow the border line of Burgundy, from the shallow sea to the south, and after a large detour, finally last night they crossed the Whaler Strait and entered the territorial waters of Anglo.

After entering the country, there was almost no trace of demons, and there was no sign of natural disasters.

Some of the supply ports along the road are slightly dilapidated, but they are still intact, and the city does not look dilapidated.

It seems that the restoration of order began as soon as the unrest ended.

All this was beyond Norman's expectations, and he was ready to go on a business trip to the ruins, but when he arrived, he realized that the situation was not as bad as the Holy City had expected, and that the country's refusal of the Holy City's aid was not purely out of decency.

This may be considered big news, and it is also news that has shocked all countries.

The worst didn't happen - Anglo wasn't destroyed in the Leviathan's attack - and it wasn't as devastated as most people expected.

Although the death of the previous kings is worth mourning, on the whole, it did not pay much price.

From a utilitarian point of view, if a natural disaster can be defeated at the cost of one palace, I am afraid that all countries will be eager to quickly build a dozen palaces and blow them up, in exchange for the stability of the world.

According to the information obtained by the Holy City, the whole incident was so smooth and easy that hell.

After using a lot of hole cards and years of reserves, Leviathan was beautifully leveled by Anglo.

It's completely settled.

It was not the original dove drinking to quench thirst, nor was it a temporary seal or expulsion, but it completely killed the Leviathan, the king of the seven seas, the highest of all natural disasters, one of the four living creatures.

Such a result can only be said to be sensational.

There were no injuries or fatal injuries, and instead of the expected loss of national strength and complete chaos, it further proved the country's war potential.

And a few surrounding countries that were ready to fall into the well and take advantage of the danger of others suffered a loss in the merciless counterattack that followed.

Now, anyone with a discerning eye knows that the country has survived the most difficult period, and even got rid of the curse of being haunted and entered a period of rapid development again.

As long as the new king, Mary, is not stupid, at the latest, five years at the latest, Anglo will be able to restore his original pomp, and even go one step further, and compete with the Asgardians for supremacy in the Far South Seas.

"Looks like the plan needs to change as well. ”

Norman sighed with a headache, his face pale again from the dizziness of overthought, and he lay on the side of the boat, spitting out all the breakfast he had managed to stuff in.

Behind him, the old man sighed, patted him on the back, and pulled out what little seasickness medicine was left.

After swallowing the pill, Norman's face looked slightly better.

The old man shook his head: "If you are seasick, take medicine honestly." ”

"I'm sorry, Bishop Raymond. ”

Norman saluted the gray-clad ascetic with an embarrassed expression: "Originally, I thought I would be able to enter the port this morning, but I didn't expect it to be delayed for so long. ”

"There are always surprises. ”

Bishop Raymond held on to the side of the ship, looking at the city in the distance, and did not say anything more, his expression silent.

The tedious wait seemed destined to continue.

This was the first accident that Norman had encountered since they arrived in Avalon—the first mate came out of the cabin and informed the passengers with a complicated expression that it would probably be three hours before they entered the port.

In the midst of the uproar, Norman squeezed through the crowd and walked towards the first mate.

After coming such a long way, suffering from seasickness, and now seeing Avalon in front of him, he was denied entry to the port, and such a huge drop almost made him vomit blood.

In the face of urging, the first mate also looked embarrassed, "At present, only Port No. 3 is open and can allow us to berth, but just now there is news that the berths are tight and we need to give way temporarily." ”

"Get out of the way?"

Norman was stunned, his face flushed with anger.

Although he left his family to join the Order and became a monk when he was a child, he came from a wealthy family. Even within the Order, his teacher was in a high position.

While a servant of God should be humble, when does He make way for others?

"Are you clear? This is the Order's ship!"

The days of seasickness and torture made Norman suddenly angry, and he couldn't suppress his anger, and asked in a low voice: "Besides, I saw just now, the port is completely empty, and there is no congestion at all. Why are we being asked to give way temporarily?"

"This ...... I don't know. ”

The first mate had no choice but to shirk, and Norman was so angry that he was about to go to the captain's room, but was stopped by Bishop Raymond.

"Forget it, Norman. ”

Raymond said lightly: "Give way, just give way, after all, that one has a noble status, and it is not a grievance for us to give way." ”

"Which one?"

Norman was stunned for a moment, and his anger suddenly dissipated: "You mean 'Hand of God'?"

"It looks like the Lord has finished his 'Land Patrol' and is returning to Avalon. ”

Bishop Raymond raised his cloudy pupils and looked at the end of the sea in the distance, as if he could see the mighty fleet, and his eyes were subtle:

"Norman, we're late. ”

Soon, amid the stunned exclamations of the passengers, a hurricane swept over the sea in the distance.

The swaying of the ship's hull, Norman's face turned white again, and he endured the discomfort and looked into the distance.

The first thing I saw was a dark warship.

On the hull of the ship, it is imprinted with flames and emblems. It's so far away, but you can tell it clearly, it's hard to imagine how huge the hull is.

A high-pitched whistle sounded.

The churning tide was forcibly smoothed out by an invisible force, and the sea became smooth as a mirror, only the hull of the ship moved, breaking through the surface of the sea and setting off a faint wave.

Behind the black warships, dozens of ships from all over the world formed a huge fleet, following closely behind, following the location of the Holy Emblem, tame and docile.

Raymond stared for a long time, retracted his gaze, and sighed softly: "It's too fast, it doesn't give us any time at all." It seems that we underestimated the determination of that one......"

Norman stood on tiptoe and looked at the black ship that was moving silently like a nightmare, and recalled the dark rumors about it, and he couldn't help but feel a little hairy in his heart.

How long?

Eight days? or ten days?

After Leviathan was killed, the fog had just lifted, and the whole of Anglo was in a state of almost chaos after losing contact with the capital for a long time.

Especially when the news of the old king's death came suddenly, the hearts of the people in the counties fluctuated.

When the envoys of the new king traveled to various places, almost half of them chose to remain silent and did not offer their allegiance to the new king.

In it, there are faint shadows from other countries.

It can be said that the wind and rain are shaking.

Without exception, everyone intends to take advantage of the chaotic situation to seek maximum benefits and benefits for themselves.

Whether it's independent or leaning into other camps, with such a big piece of fat in front of you, if you don't hate to take a bite, I'm sorry for waiting for so many years.

No matter what era or country it is, the easiest thing to get rich is always the national disaster.

It's a pity that it wasn't until 'that one' left the harbor on his own ship, the 'Nomad Mountain', and toured the land in place of the new king, that some people were slow to react...... I made the wrong choice.

It was too late for the first to repent, and the whole family was condemned as heretics, burned at the stake in front of everyone, and reduced to ashes in a fire of more than thousands of degrees.

Immediately after that, there was the second, and then the third......

Before the arrival of the black ship, all those who did not swear allegiance to the new king and offered their loyalty found their final destination on the stake.

Sin-filled souls are judged and purified and ascend to heaven as companions of the Lord.

Some people tried to compromise, but it turned out that the word "compromise" had not been written in the dictionary of 'that one'.

Some people tried to rebel, but soon the stillborn rebellion proved to be meaningless - it only made their own deaths worse.

Drastic methods don't work, roundabout ways don't work, whether it's compromise or weakness, after being on the list in the hands of that one, it is meaningless.

Others, after making enough money, go to other countries to seek political protection, believing that they have enough wealth to save their lives. As a result, after entering the territorial waters, they were chased by the black ship and shelled in the name of God in front of sixteen warships.

The wealth of the betrayer and the betrayer was wiped out in the thunder of punishment.

In less than half a month, more than 600 people were mercilessly burned to death, so they were implicated and imprisoned in the Inquisition, and countless people who have never seen the sun in their lives.

With Leviathan's death, the name Inquisition reappeared in this world.

The initial contempt and the title 'bastard' had long since been thrown into the sea along with the corpse, and until now, no one dared to mention that name directly, only 'that one' to address the new Grand Inquisitor who had brought bad luck and death.

Then, as fast as he could, he prayed from the bottom of his heart that the black ship that brought death would not stop in the harbor in front of his house.

Now, the lord who is acting as the king has finally ended his tour of the country, thank God, the gods have blessed him.

And the name of the 'Hand of God' finally resounded throughout the countries after being dyed with a layer of blood red.

Given his current fame, it is hard to imagine that a year ago, 'That One' was an exiled son who had nothing and had been banished to the frontier by Anglo.

The only thing that can be described is 'miracles', right?

Perhaps, this is really God's will.

Especially after the one who held the Staff of Destiny and completely burned the reborn Leviathan to ashes, and turned the clone of the Hundred Eyes into a toy in a bottle, no one doubted his wrists and abilities.

"Is it really human?"

Norman couldn't help but shake his head slightly and muttered softly.

As he watched, the vast fleet approached, and even without the help of telescopes, he could see the pitch-black armor covering the hull, the hideous silhouette, and the jaw-dropping main gun.

It is better to say that the two sides are so 'passing by', it is better to say that they are respectfully greeted on their side.

It was as if on the road, far away, when he heard the trumpet of the procession, and knelt in the dust on the side of the road, bowed his head, and waited with trepidation for the noble dependence to pass in front of him.

Norman couldn't help but cast a revelatory movement on himself, and his gaze crossed the long distance and landed on the deck of the dark ship.

In the midst of the strict guards, you can vaguely see white hair like mercury.

In it, the young man, who was close to his own age, seemed to feel something, raised his head, and cast an indifferent glance. There was an abyss hidden in those dark pupils, and it stung Norman's eyes from a long distance.

He subconsciously lowered his head, not daring to look again.

The gaze turned away from him, and landed beside Norman, who saw the old bishop. Raymond sighed in shame and bowed his head for the offense of his entourage.

The young man smiled nonchalantly and withdrew his gaze.

The Black Ship departed, and instead of anchoring at Port Three, it sailed straight to the other side of Avalon, passing through the array greeted by the Royal Navy and entering the royal berth.

It was only now that Norman breathed a sigh of relief, felt the cold sweat soaking out of his back, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "That's Ye Qingxuan?"

"That's right. ”

Raymond stared at where the black ship went, and for some reason, his expression became complicated:

- Hand of God, Ye Qingxuan. ”