"Look at this!" When they came out of the darkness, the three of them finally saw the glorious scene they had imagined for a long time. The www.biquge.info seems to have become a must-have for many palaces, and Maffeo and Marcos are no exception.

The ornate chandeliers on the ceiling flicker brightly, banishing the darkness and making it a success. The neat armor statues around the perimeter were very delicately made, which aroused great interest from Maffeo and Marcos.

For the two men, this intricately designed and ornate cuirass statue was undoubtedly their ideal object. They were deeply impressed by it, and while they were amazed, they did not forget to guess who this armor belonged to. Perhaps the answer is actually quite simple, and that is that it belongs to Seghart, the Lord of Light.

"Maybe most of the blacksmiths on the continent should learn this. Marcos touched the armored statue with his hand, and though it looked like it was a cold object, Marcos seemed to be able to feel the power within.

Maffeo smiled and shook his head, "Those guys don't want to hear that. ”

"That's right, so that's why they haven't been able to make such beautiful armor. Marcos seemed to be mocking.

Karl had been silent, most of the arrangements had a rough outline in his mind's eye. He was familiar with it, but in a way it was very unfamiliar. He didn't know what it was about, but he believed that no Celestial would ever be able to escape Bakar's shadow.

"How much do you think it will help the person wearing it?" the two of them were still there, looking at the statue armor, which seemed to be more attractive to them than usual.

Marcos thought for a moment before replying, "If possible, I think I'll be able to at least block the Greatsword's frontal thrust." Of course, it is more than enough to defend against slashing. ”

"Looks like you know it pretty well, well, so what do you think if it's against a ghost attack?" Maffeo wanted to see Markos speechless, but he was wrong.

"Dude, nothing is perfect. If you're confident in your strength, then I guess ghosts and gods are just a piece of cake. Marcos clearly hadn't gotten into Maffeo's trap, and he said in a plausible tone.

"Well, you've always been like that. Maffeo spread his hands in a boring way.

"Okay, okay, we shouldn't waste any more time. Carl walked over and reminded him that he thought the two of them had wasted too much time over something that didn't make any real sense. At least for him, because he's not interested in these things. If it's a refevolver that's exquisitely crafted and extremely powerful and reliable, that's probably another story.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Marcos quickly apologized.

"Hopefully we don't run into more magic figures, that's terrible. Maffeo muttered, tired of the fight he had encountered so far. The endless battle seemed to never end, and the palace became a bottomless pit.

The sea was already very close to the three of them, and they could already smell the sea water clearly. The ability to breathe in the sea is very mysterious to those who have never touched the sea of the sky, and they also look forward to the moment when they are actually in the sea. Karl, on the other hand, was still his usual appearance, on the one hand, he had already experienced these incredible things, and on the other hand, he was disgusted by anything related to Bakar.

In the face of those deep waters, the ghost hands of Maffeo and Marcos emitted varying degrees of restlessness almost at the same time. This seems to be related to their respective relationships with the spirits, and Marcos's reaction is a little stronger than that.

"Damn it......" Maffeo cursed, always uncomfortable with the anomalous reaction.

"They are resonating with the sea in the sky. Marcos couldn't hide the disgust in his tone.

"What the GSD master said may have something to do with this, we haven't been able to find the source of the reaction with the ghost hand, it seems that the answer is in this palace. Maffeo guessed.

Marcos nodded, agreeing with the statement. Master GSD may be a person who can be with ghosts and gods normally, and it is rare to be able to feel the aura of the city in the sky from Huttonmar.

"These waters are almost full of Bakar's scent. Karl whispered.

"Yes, it's really majestic. Marcos teased into the air.

"So, it's time to witness the miracle. Karl pointed to the palace that had been immersed in the sea not far away.

Maffeo shuddered, he couldn't imagine what it was like to be in the middle of the water and be able to breathe. He even considered the deeper question of whether being in the sea of the sky is like being in the ordinary sea, or whether in the sea of the sky is the same as communicating with words without choking on water, rather than just gesticulating. These seem to be some important issues for him, and he thinks they are crucial.

"What's the matter, man, are you scared?" said Marcos, grabbing his neck and leaning his face closer.

"No, no, no. Maffeo hurriedly waved his hand. "I would say we have to figure out something. ”

"You're so cautious, let's hear it. Marcos apparently did not reject this waste of time, and instead asked with great interest.

Maffeo immediately asked the first question, "How are we going to act in there?"

Marcos pouted, "It's simple, it's just like usual. If you're asking about drag, then all I can say is that I don't know anything about physics, maybe it's the same as in normal seawater, or maybe it's exactly the same feeling as when we walk on the ground. ”

"Okay, so how do we communicate inside. We don't have any equipment that can stop that seawater from entering our mouths. Maffeo grimaced, like a drowning fellow who had become a water ghost.

"Since we can breathe in it, I guess this shouldn't be a big deal. Just look at Carl, otherwise why do you think he can still stand in front of you and me at this moment?"

Maffeo glanced at him disdainfully, believing that such an ambiguous answer would not help him. Marcos had already understood what he meant from the look in his eyes, so he immediately teased, "I'm sorry then, my dear Maffeo. Maybe I'll get the magicians at the magic academies to create a pair of magical gills for you to breathe in, so you don't look like a water ghost. He grimaced the same face as Maffeo before.

Maffeo doesn't seem to want to engage in these meaningless conversations, and everything can only be answered after experiencing it firsthand. So he swept away his previous hesitation and mustered up the courage to walk to the front of the three.

"Watch out for those fish, your meat may be very tasty in their eyes!" Marcos continued to tease, following with Carl.

"Yes, that's your gospel, Marcos!" Maffeo beckoned without looking back.