The fierce collision in Hyderabad did not affect the port of Tulum for the time being.

Twelve metal giants slammed into the waters of Tulun Harbor like prehistoric monsters. A group of warships stationed in the harbor of the multinational coalition were completely drowned by artillery fire before they could figure out who their enemies were.

With the sound of a dragon's whistle, the soldiers of the Imperial Army, armed with new armaments, rushed out of the troop transports like an iron-gray torrent, rushed along the trestle into the port of Tulun, and quickly flooded the entire port of Tulun along the streets and alleys.

This is not a close war.

This is a merciless slaughter.

On the ground, the soldiers of the Imperial Army armed with new weapons were neat and extremely skillful in harvesting the lives of the enemy.

In the air, a large group of sixth-order transcendents of the imperial army were relying on their absolute superiority in numbers to kill the sixth-order transcendents in the multinational alliance one by one.

The multinational coalition forces that remained in the port of Tulun only resisted for half an hour, then abandoned their armor and fled out of the city of Tulun port in embarrassment, and fled frantically towards the north in a panic.

Naturally, the Vettu family mansion in the mid-levels also returned to the hands of the Vetu family.

When Joe returned from the north with Sherlock, it was the moment when the flagpole in front of the city hall of Port Tulum was raised, the flag of the Deren Empire was raised again, and the maids and guards of the Vetu family were re-stationed in their mansions.

Joe placed Sherlock, who was still weak, in his bedroom, picked up a bottle of rum and poured it into Sherlock.

Sherlock, who was originally pale, was provoked by the spirits, and he gasped for a few quick breaths, and two more blush appeared on his cheeks.

He moved his body vigorously to make himself more comfortable on the bed, and then looked at Joe and sighed: "I really didn't expect things to develop like this...... Joe, how long have we known each other? ”

Joe sat on a single couch next to the bed, looking at Sherlock with his legs crossed.

"Half a year? Well, half a year, Mr. Sherlock. ”

Sherlock rolled his eyes: "Half a year, what a ...... Fate is unpredictable. Joe. ”

He sighed and shook his head: "I originally thought that I would accept you and Vilenya as my disciples, you have a good background, family background, and a strong background, and you will grow up little by little under my guidance and help, and finally become a backbone member of El...... In the next few decades, a hundred years from now, perhaps, you will be able to grow into ......"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes: "Senior patriarch of the king level? ”

Joe spread his hands: "Oh, don't say anything about the senior patriarch...... Florence he ......"

Sherlock interrupted Joe: "That Florence you caught, is a fake, his stand-in. He used all his savings and sacrificed all the subordinate forces he had cultivated over the years to set a trap for you. ”

"You captured Florence, and he was tortured in your dungeon...... Even because of this incident, even a veteran of the majestic tower fell in Hyderabad. ”

All this angered those who had been hiding behind Florence...... A senator with a higher status and more power. The attendants, the archbishops, the bishops, they went out one after another. ”

"They're gathering towards Hydrderabor, and they're preparing some plans for revenge against the Dren Empire."

Joe's eyes widened.

Waiter.

Archbishop.

Bishop.

A El senator with a higher status than the 'king' of Florence?

Pouting, Joe sneered, "A loose mutual aid intelligence organization, can it confront an empire?" ”

Qiao Ang looked up: "What can they do?" Unleash a war on a larger scale? ”

Sherlock squinted his eyes and gritted his teeth: "To start a larger war, of course, whether it is those senators who came out of the mountains because of the 'tragic experience' of 'Florence', or Florence, they and their allies, their next plan is to launch a larger war." ”

"However, their goals are very different."

"Those waiter-level elders, their original intention was revenge, revenge on the Delenn Empire, especially the direct action that brought you the tragic experience of Florence."

"But, the elders, they have discovered the anomalies of this war."

Joe looked at Sherlock in surprise: "Strange? What can be wrong with war? ”

Sherlock stared at Joe deadly: "For some unknown reason, some new ordnance that appeared in the Delenian Imperial Army is obviously beyond the current industrial level...... These weapons, extremely powerful and lethal, obviously disrupted the balance of power on the Metland continent. ”

Joe nodded thoughtfully: "Those veterans who went out of the mountain to avenge Florence, they had other ideas?" ”

Sherlock sighed, "I was almost killed, and that's because of this bad luck...... The emergence of these new types of ordnance represents a certain taboo possibility. And the possibility of this taboo is the real upper echelons of the El Organization, and they will never allow it to appear. ”

Joe spread his hands: "I don't understand what you said." ”

Sherlock gritted his teeth, propped his hands on the bed, and straightened his upper body.

Joe grabbed two large pillows and placed them behind Sherlock so that he could recline more comfortably at the head of the bed.

Sherlock nodded in satisfaction and sighed heavily, "Joe, I haven't been able to fully figure out what I just said...... But this time, I was hunted down because I inadvertently got ...... Sensational, the truth about Medland. ”

Joe looked at Sherlock in amazement.

As a scumbag who has been a student for more than ten years, although Qiao has learned something very hard in the past two months, this short-term surprise study obviously can't make up for some of his common sense, let alone make him have superhuman knowledge.

Faced with Sherlock's words, Joe could only say very straightforwardly: "Medland...... The truth? Is there something wrong with Medelan? ”

Sherlock's eyelids blinked quickly, he looked out the window, and said in a deep voice: "Of course, in the eyes of all mortals, what could be wrong with Medland?" We were born here, we grew up here, and we will eventually die of old age here. ”

"But, Joe, have you ever wondered what Medland is like? What kind of existence is Medland in the 'eyes' of those unspeakable, unspeakable, indescribable, and indescribable beings whose life forms and levels of life have far surpassed those of us mortals? ”

Joe kept his mouth shut.

This question is too profound.

He's not one of those beings, he's not seen Medland's reality, he can't imagine the problem.

Sherlock looked at Joe deeply, "Do you know what shape Medland is?" ”

Without waiting for Joe to answer, Sherlock made a move with his right hand, and a faint wave of water lit up in the air, and a sterling silver tray in the distance flew in front of Sherlock and was placed on his lap by him.

"This is Medland...... The earth we live in is a plate-like form. ”

Joe scratched his head: "Huh? What's wrong with that? ”

With a wave of Sherlock's hand, another tray flew over in the distance, and with a touch of water, the plate that had been placed on his lap flew up three feet into the air, and the new tray was placed on his lap.

He pointed to the floating plate and said, "This is, Medland." ”

He pointed to the plate on his lap and said, "This is, the abyss!" ”

Without waiting for Joe to ask, Sherlock continued to wave his hand, and another plate flew over, this time, hovering over the plate representing Medland.

"This, the big black dot that we can often see at night, gliding on the surface of the moon, is it—the El Holy Mountain, or the El Sanctuary, or rather, the origin of the gods in our world."

And in the hearts of the clergy of the church in Daba, ...... Of course, only those clergy at the core level who are high enough and important enough are in their hearts, this is the 'prison of God'. ”

"That's how our world is made."

"The Holy Land of El is above."

"Medland is in the middle."

"The abyss is at the bottom."

"Medland, which is located in the middle of the three worlds, is where its name 'Medland' comes from."

"The continent in the middle, this is Medland, a kind of ancient god language."

Joe was indifferent to this.

Where does Medland's name come from, which deity does it come from, and does it have anything to do with Joe?

Sherlock understood Joe's facial expression, to which he expressed frustration.

"Well, that's all a side story."

"You're not interested in these things, I can understand your thoughts."

"But what I'm going to say next, you're going to feel ...... Shocked, even, frightened. ”

Joe's eyes widened, staring straight at Sherlock.

Sherlock pushed the tray floating in front of him, and the two floating plates spun rapidly.

He looked at Joe and said word by word, "The Holy Land of El is also called the Prison of God because...... The gods worshipped by the gods of Daba, Mu and his sister Mutheste, our sun and moon gods, were suppressed and imprisoned in the El Holy Mountain. ”

Joe stood up abruptly, and he looked at Sherlock in shock: "Huh? ”

Sherlock raised his head and looked at Joe with great pride: "Yes, the source of faith in Medeland, the gods worshipped by trillions of believers, the great Mu and the benevolent Muthestel, a hundred years after their ascension to the throne, were defeated, suppressed, and imprisoned, and they have been imprisoned in the Holy Mountain of El for 1,380 years. ”

"Isn't that a coincidence? Feeling familiar? ”

"That's right, 1,380 years of glory...... It's this year...... The day they were imprisoned and suppressed was the beginning of Medland's glorious calendar. ”

"It's El who imprisons and suppresses them!"

Sherlock looked at Joe with great seriousness: "I was wrong, Joe, we were all wrong, all the low-level members of El were wrong...... Even, many of the elders of El are wrong. ”

"Ayr is not a simple mutual intelligence organization, not a simple academic platform that brings together the brightest, wisest, and most learned group of people in all of Metland......"

"It'......"

Sherlock swallowed hard at the mouthful.