The handsomeness of pure masculinity, which Magellan had only seen in the Count of Reinhardt, made the familiarity even more evident when he looked into the eyes of the living saint. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The floor was shaking.

The roar made it feel like a dragon was about to enter the battlefield, and the whole small building was crumbling.

Finally, the footsteps stopped.

The Living Saint raised his spear as if it were a straw, and then a white light erupted from the tip of the spear.

It was a silent force, and everything in the white light shrouded was frozen, and then turned into light.

Then the white light dimmed.

The air filled the hole under tremendous pressure, and with a muffled sound, a round hole with smooth edges appeared in the wall behind Magellan.

"Well, it's amazing. ”

The voice of the living saint seemed to come from the infinite sky, with a strange ethereal and grandeur, like a chorus of ten thousand ghosts.

Then he raised his rifle again.

Magellan frowned, and after only being wiped by the white light, his right hand lost its strength and could not even raise his sword.

After all, it's hard to hide from a light.

Then there was a loud bang, and smoke filled the air.

"You've come where you shouldn't be, knight. ”

A thin man stood in front of the living saint with a long sword in his hand, blocking Magellan.

"Are you trying to shield that thief?"

"No mortal can steal the things of God Almighty. ”

Magellan put away his sword, he could feel that it was no longer necessary.

The air is filled with the scent of a hunter.

The Living Saint didn't say anything more, he knew the determination of the man in front of him.

It only took a moment for the Living Saint to see clearly the situation of the people in the Holy See, and this three-dimensional trap, like a sponge falling in ink, was invaded in a three-dimensional way.

Every knight or devout person has a hunter standing beside him.

The Living Saint prepares to end this stalemate, and he will begin with a complete victory.

"Stop, my lord, we're not here to start a war. ”

Francis bowed to Magellan by the door: "I am here to recruit sailors for the voyage, there is no need to provoke a battle. ”

But the living saint did not stop - for he knew that the hunter would not stop because of Francis's words.

Then the battle broke out.

There is a dangerous smell in the air, as if you know that a deadly beast is hiding in the darkness and watching you, and the hunters are overpowering the perfect combination of the Holy See with this technique that brings instinctive reactions, but at the same time being caught off guard by the Miracle and the Undead Knight.

The scales of victory are still swinging, and only a handful of people see the key to determining the outcome while the scales are still falling.

The movements of the living saints are the fastest.

He raised his spear aloft, stretched his limbs heroically, as if occupying the entire room in an instant, and then, like a giant attacking the sun, threw a white light.

The whole world was flooded with light, and everyone involuntarily raised their hands in front of them at that moment.

Then the light dissipated.

The sounds began to return, first as the echo of light through the air, then as the exclamations of the hunters.

"It's gone!"

All the people of the Holy See are gone.

"No need to chase it. ”

"Why?"

The white light interfered with the line of sight, and the time to eliminate the sound was very short, and it was impossible for the Holy See and Francis to be too far away, which was something that every hunter could figure out in just a moment.

"No need to chase it. ”

But the hunter standing in front of Magellan stopped everyone.

"They didn't start a war. ”

The man turned around with his long sword, his right leg seemed to be immobile, and his posture was a little strange.

"As for you, Professor Magellan, if you want to pack up that explorer, please. ”

Magellan glanced at the middle-aged man facing him.

This is a man of high power, but he has endured hardships in his early years, and careful care cannot hide the traces left by the years, and the man's right leg may be immobile due to an old injury.

"No, he's prepared, I've missed the opportunity. ”

"Wise judgment, then ......"

The man put the sword into its scabbard and came to Magellan.

"Would you be interested in hearing me talk about the Dark World?"

......

"Of course, they won't catch up, because even if they do, they will only return in vain. ”

The Living Saint stood at the end of the procession with Francis, watching as the people of the Holy See returned to the ship along a path that could not be interfered with by external forces.

"Successful retreat...... Forget it, at least not the worst outcome. ”

Francis was not happy with such an end, at least his goal was not accomplished.

"Magellan's appearance was expected by me, but the hunter ......"

"Is it a surprise? As long as the Holy See shows itself in Brittany, it is impossible for the hunters not to strike. ”

"But I didn't plan for the Hunter to come out so early. ”

The Living Saint didn't say anything more, he wasn't interested in Francis's derailed plans, maybe something that shouldn't have happened happened, but it probably had nothing to do with him.

"Luckily, we still have a little time. ”

The port of Ruidu was brightly lit and kept to rest all night, and the fleet of the Holy See was on an island hundreds of nautical miles away, but Francis came with a large ship to recruit sailors.

The living saint put Francis on the dock at his request.

"You don't have much time, if Magellan finds you before leaving......"

"I understand. ”

Francis was very confident, because according to his plan, everything was already over when Magellan arrived, and he would only hear crazy legends on the docks.

The world twisted in the white light, and then Francis's foot touched the ground of the harbor.

Behind him was the great ship that had brought him here, a beautiful three-masted galleon, with a bow like an elegant swan, like a collection of elves in the story.

"Let's get to work!"

A group of sailors on board yelled in response to Francis's order, which contained very mixed emotions.

Then Francis laughed maniacally as a pile of gold coins was thrown off the ship and piled up on the docks.

The crowd began to gather slowly.

No one can deny that under the light of the fire on the docks, this pile of gold coins is dazzling like a pure and immaculate starry sky, and even the strongest willpower will slow down under this golden light.

"Listen, you people! The Holy See is preparing to sail to find the land that science has given the Pope, and any brave sailor can find his place on the ship!

"Take your boats! to the island of white doves in the west!