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South coast of the New World.

A sandy beach, a pitch-black field where you can't land at all.

Sea level.

Suddenly, a thick bubble bubbled.

This was followed by a whirlpool that began to take shape, and this whirlpool grew larger and larger as the bubbles rose more and more densely and frequently.

Eventually, it completely sank downward, and a massive hollow appeared.

In this hollow, a metal object shaped like a long fish began to rise slowly.

After reaching a level of height with the coast, it stopped its ascent.

Then suddenly an opening opened in its body, and someone came out of it.

Judging from this situation, this is actually a ship, a ship that can sneak in the sea.

At this moment, in such a late night, in such a mysterious place, send people ashore.

There were a lot of people, and after the first person came out, one after another, twenty or thirty people came out.

Judging by this scale, the ship is actually not small.

None of them spoke, carrying a metal box in their hands, and quietly assembled on this extremely strange hull.

It seems to be waiting for the person in charge to come out.

Soon, the man in charge came out.

It was a handsome young man with bright blond hair and a smile that looked bright even in the dark.

He walked out of the cabin with a graceful gait, and every step seemed to have a special rhythm.

He was dressed in an extremely rich and ornate old-fashioned plate armor, and a sword engraved with countless fine patterns was pinned to his waist.

This is really a man who is elegant to the bone and luxurious to the bone.

He walked through the neatly lined ranks very kindly, like a kind and wise commander.

But the next moment, his actions betrayed his identity.

For he was almost flattering at the exit, bent down and stretched out a hand, as if he were preparing to meet someone more important.

Indeed, it is the more important people.

It was a young man with blonde hair, but his blonde hair was not as brilliant as the gold of the previous young man, but with a bit of white gold that was as dazzling as light.

He was equally handsome, but his handsomeness was not as soft as the soft handsomeness of the man before, his handsomeness was cold, it was sharp, and he didn't smile.

His whole person was exuding a strong murderous aura and coldness.

He was like an unsheathed sword, making people dare not look at him directly.

His gait was equally graceful, but compared to the somewhat pretentious elegance of the man before, his grace had a hard air.

Some are domineering, like the direct of the emperor who goes out on patrol and ignores all rules.

It was an unspeakable royal spirit.

In the face of this kind of royal spirit, all the elegance of the previous young man was completely unqualified.

It's like being born, the young man before could only play a supporting role for this man.

Be a courtier.

In fact, he did the same, surrendering.

"Your Highness, everything is ready to go. His voice was as warm and nice as his face, but in front of His Highness, who was as cold as a sword, that warmth turned into weakness.

His Highness did not take his hand to greet him, but walked straight to the hull of the boat, glanced at the neatly lined subordinates, nodded, and without saying a word, just raised his hand and pointed towards the shore.

The next moment, the men were swiftly plunging into the sea, and headed for the shore, where it was difficult to land.

"Let's go too. His Highness finally said a word, and without waiting for the elegant young man to answer, he jumped directly into the sea.

The young man wanted to say something, but when he saw that His Highness had already gone down, he also shut up, but looking at the sea, he still couldn't help frowning.

He touched the delicate armor on his body and the saber at his waist, hesitated, and finally jumped into the sea.

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It's still late at night.

The north coast of the New World.

On the sea.

An extremely humble ship drifted lonely.

It had no pulp, no sails, and no waves on the sea, but it was moving ahead with great speed.

It's like a ship without roots.

At the bow of this rootless ship sat a man.

This is a middle-aged man with a faint smile, not too handsome, but a smile always gives people a gentle feeling.

He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, a beautifully styled Higashijima arc knife resting on his lap, and he was dressed in dark clothes, as if he had blended in with the night.

A long silver-white hair, but it is extremely dazzling in the dark night.

The sea was soft, the sea was calm, the waning moon hung in the sky, and he sat alone on the bow of the boat, like a peerless swordsman from the East Island.

On the contrary, there was a heavy slaughter behind him.

That's a bunch of ironclads.

A group of people dressed in heavy, ironclad armor that completely obscures their faces.

One of them, who looked a little slender, stood closest to the middle-aged man.

He watched as the ship drew closer and closer from the shore, bowed his head, and whispered, "King, we have come ashore." ”

The voice was cold, but unexpectedly crisp.

It's a woman.

The middle-aged man who was called the king slowly opened his eyes when he heard the words, but he was not in a hurry to get up, he looked at the mainland that was about to reach the shore, and then looked up at the half-waning moon hanging high in the sky, and smiled more gently.

"Tonight I came on a good night, across the ocean, the moonlight is still good, I don't want to disappoint me and return. He said to himself, and raised the arc knife in his lap, and with one hand the knife and the other hand lightly tapped the scabbard, and actually began to sing.

"Fifty years of life is like a dream and an illusion.

There is life and death, what a strong man regrets.

How can there be an immortal one who lives in the world?"

This is the death song of a once dominant overlord on the East Island, and it has a poignant taste for this middle-aged man to sing at this time.

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Late at night, still late at night.

Newland.

It is still two days away from the eastern region.

Vivi woke up from her sleep and felt that something was watching her in the dark.

Caesar noticed Vivi's abnormality and woke up from his sleep, he didn't sleep deeply, in this dangerous situation, in a dangerous moment, of course, he couldn't sleep deeply.

"What's wrong?" he asked Vivi in a low voice, reaching out to take her little hand, feeling a little cold.

"It's a bit cold. Vivi stopped looking, she was afraid that Caesar would worry about him.

In fact, she didn't want to worry about the man around her all the time.

"Well, let's get closer, then?" they slept separately, with a layer of clothing in between.

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