Through the layers of black curtains, along the faint golden light in the distance, Nuo seemed to have seen the tail of the brilliance, which was the light spilled by the sun god himself, and the hope that descended on all sentient beings.

It's just that for No, he is too different from this world.

People enjoy the nourishment of the light and feel the grace of God; And Nuo's light comes from the insistence of never giving up in the heart, and it is the fruitful fruit of the struggle in the sea of blood all the way.

All visions need to be put into action.

Nou has already passed the most difficult level, and it is not to be careless that boarding the ship is obviously easy compared to the previous battle.

Along the way, except for a small episode not long ago, there were no superfluous accidents, this calm and the first half of the style of painting is too inconsistent, if this experience is made into a story, people will always think that this story lacks some magnificent ups and downs, after the fight and killing, the wind and waves are calm, and the successful ending, a standard script.

Nou felt the same way, but on the contrary, he was enjoying the tranquility, the most peaceful time he had in more than a decade: he didn't need to worry about his life, he didn't need to worry about his life, he didn't need to worry about his future, he didn't need to worry about his fate.

The magnificence of life is written and recorded by people, and people can add fuel and vinegar to their heart's content, but now the story is controlled by Nuo, and he also believes in the truth that hardship comes willingly, so he is willing to endure one after another pain, loneliness, and fragmentation that ordinary people cannot understand.

The wind and rain have already passed, why can't we cherish the peace that may only be once in a lifetime?

The future needs to worry about the road ahead, but now, walking on this broad road, Nuo can even release a roar and show a chic posture, but he is blocked by heavy mobile armor.

But this did not hinder Nuo's state of mind at this time.

His left hand was still firmly guarding the pedicle sleeping in the shoulder socket, and he walked towards the light with a heroic gesture.

……

There were a few roars in the distance, and it was not known whether the ship was about to dock or was about to sail away.

The hull of the ship was shrouded in black fog, but Nono could see several buildings under construction in the dark.

The crane lifted up the little wood left in the ground, and a few people scattered back and forth, as if they were putting the finishing touches on it.

The low-level workers of the Papal States are endless, working day and night, because there are too many workers in the Papal States, there are few really prosperous cities, and they are also entrenched by ubiquitous armed groups, and the geographical environment of the peripheral cities is very poor, the crop harvest is not good, coupled with the heavy taxes and miscellaneous taxes today, the phenomenon of cannibalism often occurs, and every year thousands of peasants run to a few large cities to seek a living, but the large armed organizations look down on these scrawny peasants, Only the Papal Office collected them as laborers, and gave them a ration of food and a very small amount of money.

And now it's almost dawn, and these laborers have just ended.

The wharf, which had been abandoned for decades, was renovated in a matter of days, the result of the hard work of groups of laborers day and night, and I wonder how many more corpses were produced every day in the crematorium on Prison Island.

It seems that this group of laborers is about to end their first work of the day, and they will arrive at the next place of work in five or six hours on a steamer, during which they will be able to get a rare amount of water and food, and enjoy a good sleep, but often in the deep sleep, they will be unmercilessly woken up by the steward, with hazy sleepy eyes, for the second work of the day, and then the cycle repeats......

Noor drew closer to them, the heavy machinery crushing against the ground, and there was a shaking sensation.

"Eh, do you think the ground is dangling, dangling? Or am I stupid? ”

A man with a wooden board in his hand looked confused and asked a worker with a bucket next to him, neither of whom knew each other's names.

If there is a bright light on his face, he can see a noticeable black cloud around the eye sockets, and dark circles can be said to be a must-have sign for them.

When the other person heard the questioning, his mechanical movements froze for a moment, and it took a while to calm down, as if the discomfort caused by not talking to someone for too long made his accent a little awkward.

He swallowed slowly, "Huh? Like, right? So what? Let's get back to the boat and get some sleep! ”

After saying that, his emotions suddenly burst out, shouted loudly, and ran away with a bucket of water in his hands and feet.

The laborer who had been questioning wanted to touch his head, but felt the things in his hand move, only to realize that he was still doing the finishing work, and he didn't care about any shaking, and walked away quickly with the other person at a trot.

No one here cared about Nuo's arrival, no matter how strong the vibration was, even if a mechanical giant two or three meters tall could be completely absorbed by them, these miserable laborers still went back and forth doing their work.

All they know is that if they don't finish the work within the specified time, they will have no food, no sleep, no chance to become regular, they will starve to death, they will be thrown into the sea, and they will be used as a happy toy for people and beasts to fight with wild beasts.

In order to survive, they have given everything, and what is that vibration, that towering thing?

Nou paused, calmly watching them at work, as orderly as robots, carrying out the planned tasks that were built in their hands.

Noh saw a black-skinned man fall suddenly, except for the impact of the materials in his hands falling after falling to the ground, he didn't let out a human howl, he collapsed on the ground and lay down, I don't know if he didn't have the strength to scream, or he had lost his life the moment he fell.

The others showed no mercy and simply silently bypassed him, picking up the materials he had dropped and returning to their normal work as if nothing had happened.

No one wants to be like the black skin that died on the ground, so he slept in a foreign land, surrounded by a group of people, the body was dragged to the incineration site, the ashes were sprinkled into the sea, and the wife and children and the old mother at home could only gnaw on black bread and wait for the distant sun day and night, waiting for the man's return.

The atmosphere seemed to freeze, but this stagnation dared to be fleeting.

Nuo expressed infinite sympathy for their fate, if he did not have this talent, in the near future, he would not be like them, a hard-working laborer, exhausted to death in an unknown place.

But he is not capable of doing anything, at least not yet.

Nou clenched the fist with his right hand hanging down his waist.

Pedicle, who was lying on No's left shoulder socket, seemed to be trying to move, and frowned at the brow that Nou saw.

After stopping for nearly five minutes to watch the laborers, Nou finally crossed them and boarded the large steamer moored on the shore not far away.

The steamer was empty, apparently a return transport steamer, which was also convenient for him, otherwise he would have had to throw away some of the heavy loads from the ship to be able to load his armor.

Nuo walked straight to the bow of the ship, where a figure sat comfortably on the bow of the ship, lying comfortably on the chair, next to the warm wine, the rich aroma of wine spread, attracting all kinds of small flying insects to the bow of the ship to hang around, but all of them were blocked by a large number of anti-insect aromatherapy, and the few small insects that occasionally missed were grabbed and pinched to death by a few attendants.

The man was lying on a chair, his hair stained with oil and a mess, the smell of wine wafting from his body, he looked like he was taking a comfortable nap after drinking, with a large gold chain around his neck, and emerald charms on both wrists, and his gold and silver clothes were randomly fiddled, revealing the white shorts underneath, looking extremely sloppy.

At a glance, Nuo swept this capitalist-looking person, and he didn't want to talk nonsense, so he approached the ship and waved his hand, and a short human head seemed to come out of Nuo's fist and droop.

Seeing that he was still unconscious, No's right hand waved in the air, and flipped his fist a few times, but accidentally hit the head of the person in his hand against a small tree trunk next to him.

After the man's head was hit, he moaned extremely loudly: "Ouch~".

As if he wanted to subconsciously touch his head, the man who was imprisoned by Nuo's hand struggled slightly, but his eyes hadn't opened yet.

"Huh?"

A small puzzled sound came from his throat, and he finally couldn't help but open his eyes.

The man dressed in gold and silver was sleepy-eyed and hazy, staring at the Nuo breastplate in front of him, and the fiery red "immortal bird" was about to soar and take off.

As if he finally realized that something was wrong, the man suddenly woke up: "Why am I here?!" Who are you? What do you want?! ”

A mechanical synthesized voice came from No's visor: "I'll only say it once, take me away." ”

With that, No's right hand waved a few more times, until a tinnitus came out of the man's ears and he lowered the man to the deck.

As soon as the man touched the deck, he knelt down on his feet, holding the plank with both hands and vomiting continuously, and a steady stream of vomit and juice poured out of his stomach, as if he had vomited all the gastric juices, all of which were spit on his brocade clothes, stained with disgusting undigested food.

It took nearly five minutes for the man to recover and walk tremblingly, when a few guards standing behind him woke up and hurriedly helped him to sit on a chair.

Nuo didn't rush him, but his dark blue pupils cut the man's heart like a sharp blade like armor, giving him great psychological pressure.

Seeing that the capitalist was relieved, Nuo nodded, left the bow of the boat, and went to find a suitable place to board the ship, only to leave a faint mechanical synthesized voice that drifted into the ears of the man and several guards: "Call the people on the shore back at once, and then drive the boat away, don't let me remind you a second time." ”

The voice is not loud, but it is full of unquestionable.

The capitalist man didn't dare not do it, and lost his temper at the guards around him: "Didn't you hear, a few wastes!" Go and get the ...... on the shore The man called back, informed the captain, and quickly opened fire and left! Whoever is that, bring me some medicinal wine! ”

He said with a palpitation, quickly changed a few words, and after speaking, he pressed his hand the right side of his face, where there was faint blood flowing.

Under the frantic scolding of the capitalist men, the originally lazy sailors instantly quickened their pace, and quickly brought back the labor workers who were still working, and the faces of the workers were full of disbelief.

Soon, steam erupted, and the ship "whined" and dragged its smoke-laden tail out of port.

Nou asked for a chaise longue and lay down on it.

The steamer sailed in the direction of the Liujin River, and the golden light from afar gradually increased, and the light falling from the sky seemed to be about to penetrate the thin black curtain at the edges.

"Ti, do you see? That's the light! ”

Nou sat next to Ty, guarding her, just as she had guarded herself after she had fallen unconscious.

The light was getting brighter and brighter, and there were a few "bangs" on the deck chair.