Bishop White Mist is here, and everyone can rest assured.

With his combat effectiveness, as long as there are not several naval armors involved, or one aether armament driving over to face the enemy head-on, otherwise, no one will be able to stop him.

But what is more unreassuring is that judging from the current situation of the forces gathered in Port Harrison, it is really not difficult to send a few armors to entangle the White Mist Bishop.

"I'll inform the Viscount."

Bishop White Mist took out a silver metal column about the thickness of two fingers from his bosom, he twisted it, and after determining the frequency, closed his eyes.

A halo of psionic energy lit up behind his closed eyes, and silvery-white arcs of light lit up on the silver metal pillars.

"Okay."

After a while, the arc of light on the silver metal pillar dissipated, and the White Mist Bishop opened his eyes, and he said calmly: "The Viscount said that someone will come to pick us up soon, and he has clashed with Canaan Moore and the fleet on the other side of the Flying Flame Land, and is now communicating and consulting with each other. ”

Looking at the fireworks churning in the distance, Ian understood.

Obviously, there was a full exchange of views between the several parties to the exchange, but no consensus was reached.

The next thing to do, is to wait.

About an hour later, a sailboat surrounded by white mist appeared in everyone's eyes.

Ian looked up, he could be sure that this was the ship that had come to pick them up, the white mist that surrounded the sailboat was a hidden means that Viscount Grant had made with his own abilities, and there was a familiar aura on the ship.

"Ian! And my lords! ”

Sure enough, in the next moment, a loud acquaintance's voice sounded in the storm: "Come on, the surrounding sea is not peaceful!" ”

"It's Uncle Sainan."

Looking beyond the misty fog and the pouring rain to the white-haired captain, Ian was slightly stunned, then laughed.

He could tell that the captain of the clipper was Sainan, and the black-skinned uncle also had a slight blue aura on his body.

It seems that Elder Pud did give this 'acquaintance' the Wavesinger potion he had made, and sent him to answer him.

There was no distortion in Sainan, and there was no problem with the essentia operation on his body, which proved that his potion making skills were indeed quite mature, and he could try further experiments next.

There was no superfluous nonsense, and all boarded the ship.

Surrounded by mist, the clipper set sail again, and the two Wave Singers exerted their power to make it even faster, heading back to the harbor with a speed that even an ironclad could not catch up.

However, in the far seas.

A naval battle armor that has been lurking, is observing.

[Coordinates U area 1285, 245, first-level condition, target determined]

【Artillery fire guidance begins】

Obviously, the people who had just left the ruins were still in a state of excitement and emotion, and although they knew that the outside of the ruins had been surrounded by multinational fleets, it was still difficult to predict the actions of the Flying Flame Land Fleet, an enemy with the typical values of 'destroy if you don't get it'.

Except for Ian.

As soon as he boarded the fast sailboat piloted by Uncle Sainan, Ian sensed that something was wrong.

- Why is it that except for a few sublimators around him, all the people in the boat are scarlet?

Even the frost butterflies above his head were scarlet...... This is a primordial goblin protected by his power, how could it be so vulnerable?

Thinking of the surrounding artillery fire, he immediately thought of several possibilities.

Coupled with the Flame Land Special Combat Team he had encountered in the ruins group, the boy felt that he had a better understanding of the fighting culture on the Flame Land side.

"Uncle Sainan, turn!"

Ian's eyes were filled with a cyan glow, and without the slightest hesitation, before he could accept the warm-up tea handed by several crew members, he directly shouted, "Left-no, right!" Head to the sea on the right at full speed, no, maneuver for a maneuver! ”

In just one sentence, the boy changed several commands through the mist changes on the surrounding crew.

If it was other normal captains, let alone following Ian's orders, even if they did, how could they understand what Ian meant for a while?

But Senan is, after all, an old acquaintance who has been with Ian for so many years.

He didn't think at all, his brain was empty and he accepted the boy's instructions, and repeated loudly: "Good! Maneuver forward in the sea area on the right! ”

On boarding, under the command of Sainan, the sails crunched and rotated in the rotation of the inscription machinery, and the entire high-speed sailing ship began to rotate and maneuver in an extremely difficult attitude, leaving a long white wave on the surface of the sea, turning and deviating from the original course.

No one could have reacted to how these two white people suddenly started such a strange encrypted call.

The crew, who were not very familiar with Ian and Senan, even had a rather impossible guess in their minds.

- Ian and Senan are both spies, and what they are doing now is to kidnap Master Gosai and Isengard and others to the fleets of other forces and capture them!

It was a very imaginative guess, but it soon became clear to them that they were overthinking.

Because artillery fire fell from the sky.

Boom Boom ——!!Boom Boom

With the sound of the rain curtain and the waves being pierced, there was a loud sound like the sky and the earth cracking, and I saw the trajectory of scarlet cannonballs falling like meteors, smashing in the direction where the ship was originally going to travel, and the huge waves and shock waves came rapidly, causing the sailboat to shake violently, as if it was about to fall apart.

And that wasn't the end of it, for the artillery was a covering blow, and the denser fire was accompanied by a piercing scream, which made all the crew members pale.

"What's next!"

In the thunderous explosion, Sainan's black face was as white as his own hair, and he roared bitterly: "Someone must be reporting to the fleet!" ”

He had to roar, or else the sound would be drowned out by the roar of cannonballs, not to mention the shock wave that was still crashing against the ship's side like a tidal wave, making it difficult for him to steer his way.

Not only that, but some of the crew members with poor physical fitness had even been lying on the deck foaming at the mouth, their internal organs were impacted, and even their vision was blurred by the violent shock, and the whole person felt like the world was spinning.

The naval artillery firepower is still a bit too powerful for ordinary fishermen and sailors.

On the surface of the sea, the flames are intertwined, almost like a bouquet of flames formed by igniting a flame on the surface of the sea, and under the rain curtain, a circular explosion circle has taken shape.

"What else can I do? Straight-line acceleration! ”

To this, Ian also responded loudly, his voice was obviously not as hissing as Senan, but it seemed to be poured directly into everyone's brains, like a church bell: "Don't worry about that armor, I'll find a way to solve it!" ”

After speaking, he took a deep breath, then raised his left hand and called, "Shark! ”

"Help me!"

Buzz, the sensation of the current running through it flashed.

"Oh?"

The authority of the master of the labyrinth was transmitted back to the inside of the ruins, and the shark shark that was swimming in the crystalline lake suddenly felt a sense of it.

If someone else had given it this kind of induction, it would have thought it was an illusion.

Of course, because it was Ian, the shark didn't hesitate and immediately went out!

Outside, stormy waves, storms and rains, the entire South China Sea is gloomy, even the sea and the sky are glued together by continuous clouds, only a few flashes of lightning piercing the air.

But at this moment, man-made lightning bolts are being created one after another in a fleet.

On the huge high-speed battleship, the triple giant heavy artillery is spewing lightning flames tens of meters long, and the flames are tearing through the atmosphere and bombarding the sea in the distance.

In the midst of the roar of the sea and sky, the Flying Flame Land King belonged to the Second Legion, the flagship of the Storm Ocean Fleet, the Nanguang.

Vice Admiral Count Olbia, who received the report from the front, frowned.

"Didn't wreck? Are they actually wary of turning? ”

"What, you lost it?! How can it be! ”

The lieutenant general seemed unable to accept this possibility, and looked very anxious: "What is going on?" ”

It's no wonder that he can't calm down.

After all, it is said that it is an earl, but in fact, Olbia's status is not so noble.

The aristocracy of the Flamelands is very different from that of the Empire or other countries.

Whether it is Abbasalom or Nemathas, only the direct bloodlines of the kings are recognized as 'noble blood', and they are nobles in the true sense of the word.

The other sublimators, although they can hold power and have titles, cannot be hereditary, and the so-called titles are just social classes bound to official positions.

He, Count Olbia, sounds very noble, but in fact, he is just a high-ranking worker.

This system sounds very strange and seems to be very unfriendly to the Ascendants, but within the Flamelands countries, the society is very stable.

After all, as long as there is enough strength and ability, anyone can have a knighthood, or even the opportunity to marry with the 'noble blood', strengthen the bloodline of their descendants, and even get the right to inherit the throne!

To put it simply, the upward channel is very smooth.

In addition to the fact that it is difficult to reach the top, an ordinary person can theoretically achieve under one person and above ten thousand people through struggle.

If you're lucky, maybe your descendants can become one of the kings?

After all, in the final analysis, only the kings themselves and the first generation of children who inherited the power of their bloodlines.

In the second generation and beyond, if there is enough strength and merit, it may be recognized as the 'descendant' of the current 'king' and have the right to inherit the throne.

But if there is not enough bloodline purity and ability, even noble blood will be relegated to civilians, becoming ordinary sublimators, or even ordinary people.

This peculiar aristocratic system, in essence, stems from the special lineage of the kings of the Flying Flame Land.

Their special bloodline inheritance not only needs bloodline, but also a kind of 'inheritance treasure' that has been passed down from generation to generation.