readx;? A great uneasiness suddenly rose in Ian's heart. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info he also looked to the north, and vaguely, it seemed that he could see the black and red ocean gushing out from the horizon, spreading like a tide.

Magic Tide.

For the inhabitants of the Northern Regions, this term is too familiar and too unfamiliar. I say familiar because more than fifty years ago, the Northern Regions City existed for it. It is strange because it has been more than 50 years, and no one has seen the scene represented by this word again.

What was the Northern Regions like more than 50 years ago?

From the mouths of the old men, Ian heard that it was an impregnable steel fortress. The Empire's most elite troops are stationed here, and all the civilians of this fortress are half soldiers. There are more than 30 high-level capable people alone, and there are countless middle-level and lower-level people.

And what does the Northern Regions look like now?

It's a world of flowers. The extreme prosperity of commerce and trade has turned it into a cradle and a greenhouse. Don't say it's a demon tide, children who grew up in this era are afraid that they haven't even seen inferior demons. If it weren't for the fact that there was still a huge wall outside, Ian could almost have imagined the scene of countless mortals being slaughtered when the demon tide arrived.

Harris wasn't alarmist.

Ian knew that if the Demon Tide came, there was a real chance that the current Northern Regions would not survive.

He felt a chill in his heart, and the more he knew, the more he felt the horror of the man behind the scenes.

Why is everyone being led by the nose?

Because they forgot. Everyone in the city, including Ian, has forgotten. They had been at peace for so long that they had forgotten what the city was meant to do. So much so that even if it has been discovered that the Black Balance will pull the demon tide, even if the other party puts the conspiracy in front of them, no one can detect it.

"Is this what he really planned?" said Ian's mouth with a hint of bitterness. He only felt a chill all over his body, and even though the dusk sunset shone on him, it didn't bring him the slightest warmth.

"If I'm not mistaken, he was going to do an inside and outside attack from the start. Harris analyzed: "They have calculated the law of the outbreak of the demon tide in fifty years, and at the same time, the Northern Regions have also lost the judgment of the law of the demon tide. At the same time, they gradually loosened the restrictions on Asathius, so that it would wake up at the time they wanted. ”

"If I'm not wrong. Harris squinted his eyes and said, "This year, the time for the outbreak of the Demon Tide should be around the beginning of July, and the seventh of July happens to be the day of Divine Arrival. I guess according to his original plan, he wanted Asharis to pierce the ground that day and deal a fatal blow to the Northern Regions as the tide of demons swarmed. ”

"That means we've only ruined half of his plans. Ian laughed at himself and added in his heart: However, the other half's plan is enough to pull the Northern Regions into the abyss.

"No, it's hard to say. Harris shook his head, "It's much easier to wake something up than it is to stun it, and besides, that guy hasn't been found yet." ”

"For now. Harris concluded, "I can't think of any chance that the Northern Regions will survive. ”

"What if I can lure the tide away?"

"Huh?" Harris was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized the identity of the other party's Sword Saint: "Do you want to use the method that Black Balance will use?"

"Yes. Ian admitted. It was the only way he could think of it now.

"I don't think it's going to work. Harris shook his head again: "When you entered the lab, they were obviously almost evacuated, and knowing that there is a Sword Saint in the Northern Regions, I don't think they will leave such a flaw." ”

"In other words, the passage that pulls the tide into the underground may have been"

"If nothing else, it should have been sealed. And," Harris turned his head and looked at Ian and said, "Don't expect too much from the Lord of the Firmament, I don't think the messenger will return to the imperial capital alive."

Early in the morning, Clayton opened the door as usual. He is a baker, and naturally he runs a bakery. Although the current environment in the Northern Regions is relatively chaotic, which has greatly affected his business, the store still has to be opened after all, and the business still has to be done.

It's just that this morning, as soon as he opened the door of the store, he noticed something strange on the street. The street, which should have been cold and silent, was crowded with people on foot this morning. They stood on either side of the street, revealing a large passage in the middle, looking south, with devotion and fanaticism on their faces.

"This is" Clayton was slightly stunned, and then quickly realized what had happened.

Although Clayton is not a member of the High Church, there is a cardinal archbishop who is about to travel to the Northern Regions, which is something that the entire Northern Regions city knows, and for this reason, the nobles of the Northern Regions have even expelled the sinners of the city, causing the Northern Regions to fall into great turmoil.

"The cardinal archbishop of the Most High Church has arrived!"

Knowing the reason for the crowd's gathering, he hurriedly instructed his apprentice to look after the storefront, shook his slightly thick thighs, and ran out in a hurry. After squeezing into the crowd, he stood on tiptoe, stretched his neck, and looked the same toward the southern gates.

Yes, he was not a believer in the Most High Lord, nor was he interested in the teachings of the Most High Church. But this did not prevent him from coming out to see the excitement, he wanted to see what the knights from the High Church were like, and he wanted to see what the archbishop looked like, was he as kind and kind as the legend said?

The sun was slowly rising in the east, and as the morning sun pierced through the clouds and fell, a silver-white convoy came into view.

First of all came a tall and burly knight, who rode at the head of the procession on a white horse, their spears raised high to proclaim the power of the Church. Behind them were rows of priests dressed in white robes and bowing their heads. His hands were folded in front of his chest, his ankles were folded, and he was silently reciting the teachings of the Most High Lord, as if he were on a pilgrimage.

However, at this moment, none of them are the focus of the world's attention. Because behind them, a silver-white, lavishly decorated carriage had appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

People's eyes suddenly became frenzied, although the white veil on the car window made it impossible to see the figure inside, but this did not prevent them from rejoicing at this time. They began to chant hymns of praise for the favor of the Most High, and even fell on their knees and kissed the ground before them.

However, it was precisely because they were so elated and fanatical that not a single one noticed at the moment that the guard beside the carriage had a strange look on his face at this moment. He couldn't help but glance sideways at the carriage beside him, revealing a slightly anxious expression.

Because he knew that there was no one in the carriage.

A long time ago, the archbishop in the car had quietly left and disappeared. To be continued.