Secret Harbor.

Inside a sea cliff cave.

The wind and rain were shaking, and the rain was piercing into thin lines and smashing infinitely violent ripples on the surface of the sea.

The Aramaic priest, Marcus, was not a man without wisdom.

Under the "Petition Umbrella" tree, the dragon of eternity and time has long given guidance.

But Marcus wasn't in a hurry.

In Syria, the pope and the emperor were at odds.

Politics does not mean that hostile relations require you to live and die, and every step requires strategizing and out-of-the-box thinking.

Since you can't eliminate your influence, you have to use it and the state matters.

In places where Syria did not have complete control, missionaries were sent as vanguards, first subtly in thought, forming a cognitive community, and then slowly integrating into Syria's cultural circle and becoming a population resource that could be used.

Although the Principality of Pema today has a bitter enmity with Aram.

However, religion has a strong social service nature, and the more impoverished and miserable the place, the more it needs a set of logic to explain the phenomenon.

The reason why the old king will be defeated so badly that the commoners will not have a good life is because of disobedience to the dragon lord, as long as you believe in the dragon lord, everything will be fine.

It sounds ridiculous, that Pema is about to be killed for a generation, and that too many war widows have become prostitutes.

The remaining young adults also had to embark on the ruthless "road to the golden belt", and the wind was tight and hurled and conquered.

How can you believe in the religion of the enemy country?

But that's exactly what happened.

It's like an atomic bomb coming down from the sky, no matter how atheistic people are, they will long for such an existence to suddenly appear and save the common people, not to mention the already superstitious Western Continent.

And poverty, famine, banditry, are the atomic bombs that fell on the head of the Principality of Pema.

The Lord of Eternity and Time is an existence that can be longed for, and the kingdom of this god is longed for, the country is rich and the people are strong, and the evidence is ironclad.

Fight openly and secretly fight the flowers on the other side, and the dragon lord will give you a home.

Even on the east coast, there are churches, congregants, and defenders of the Eternal Sect, which is the hard power of the first brother of the religion in the Western Continent.

Far from being the sect-burned man Zahak imagined, Marcus understood the situation and what it meant for Aram.

In this foreign country, you are constrained everywhere, looking for soldiers borrowed from the admiral, there are few who really beat you, just take a formality, and you don't have to think about running directly when you encounter a tough battle.

The only thing that can be relied on is ......

Eternal and the people of the Dragon of Time.

Maika on the boat looked at the people on the shore, her eyelids jumping wildly.

"Fuck you......"

Maika didn't know what else to use to express her current state of mind besides these four words.

Hundreds of torches illuminate the entire cave.

The dementia giant, which is more than five meters tall, was holding a large oil drum and slammed it to the ground.

This oil drum is soaked with strips of cloth, and the effect is self-evident.

Zahak had sent a hundred gendarmes to come to the rescue, armed with bows and arrows, and they wrapped their arrows around strips of cloth and lit them on torches.

There are also the two hundred vindicators that Marcus transferred from around Linden City, although they are not well-equipped, they are only clothed and armored, but they are also demonic, and the emotions contained in their eyes are an unimaginable madness.

They also picked up their rockets.

In addition, there are more than two dozen priests brought by Marcus from the territory of Syria, and the black heavy armor of Sen Leng is a little bloated, and the black iron dragon face only shows two holes in the eyes, and the black hole is like an abyss.

Marcus himself, with dry hair, a metal chin, a masochistic face full of scratches, wearing chain mail, holding a scripture book in his hand, stood on the shore with one hand on his back.

An incomparably terrifying oppressive force came.

Even Fen, who had always been calm, was like a great enemy, a drop of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the fragments of the stone tablet contained in the sealed magic stone in his arms.

Maybe I can only use this thing as a medium, but I will definitely be counterattacked, and maybe I will die.

It's time to test your own measurements?

Thankfully, it is.

Marcus didn't mean to do anything, he just didn't move, although Finn didn't know what tricks to play, but the longer it dragged on, the better, he knew the ability of the others in Black Sail, and he would definitely come back to help.

Marcus could have attacked immediately, but he had concerns.

The Dragon Lord has appeared.

It's not that it has never happened, but it is very rare, and each time it is an important divergence that affects the general direction of the whole world.

Even when the "Calamity Witch" was rescued from the prison, the Dragon Lord did not give the slightest instruction.

It's because of something else.

The fate of someone, or an object, or metaphysics, on this ship, is crucial.

This kept Marcus from acting rashly, protecting some astonishingly fragile item.

"We want to get on board and check it out, and please be accommodating."

His voice was hoarse, probably because of the metal jaw.

Fen adheres to the principle of procrastination if he can, and doesn't mind chatting for a while.

"This is a private boat, the captain is not there, you can wait for half an hour, and he will be back."

Fen calmed down, he already had a strategy, this gang of people had been wandering inland for a long time, and they didn't know the danger of the coast.

Marcus ordered someone to raise rockets, but he didn't mean to burn the ship at the moment, in that case, the thing would be destroyed, sink into the sea, and the undercurrent would sweep away, and it would disappear without a trace.

But he's going to have to give Fen a little bit of a look.

He called out the name of the five-meter-tall demented giant.

Next scene.

Maika's soul is scared out, how can this withstand it?

"Everyone! Wollman! Hold on to the mast! ”

Finn yelled that even if the upper half of the hull was smashed, it didn't matter much, there were materials in the warehouse, and Heywood could repair them.

The lower half of the hull can't be taken care of, the mast is the most important, and everyone has to be trapped here if it is smashed.

The demented giant forcibly lifted a big stone weighing about two tons from the ground, and the battle was so scary and terrifying.

He lifted the boulder and slammed it into the ship, flying nearly a hundred meters away in a terrifying parabola, bursting towards the mast.

Fen quickly pulled out the mana thread, forming a huge net, tearing the oncoming boulder into a dozen pieces of rubble, and the power was dispersed.

But it still pierced through part of the hull, a huge burst pierced through the hole, the ship's side fence was also destroyed and broken, and the sawdust flew wildly.

One of the rounds of gravel weighing hundreds of pounds was about to hit the mast.

Wollman's tall physique reached out to stop him, but his arm was shaking, oozing blood.

Finn knew Marcus was going to get serious.

"You people from the interior have rusty brains."

Fen pressed her monocle.

If you want to talk about who is the strongest in the Black Sails Pirates, it's not himself, nor Morrison.

Indisputably.

The Revenge of the Fumakqing.

Now it is aimed at the shore with a T-shaped advantage.

With Fen's order.

There were thirty-six reinforced cannons on board, eighteen on one side.

At this time, the wooden planks on the hull to prevent the ship's guns from being eroded by the sea and rain were turned over, revealing eighteen terrifying cannons.

Marcus' eyelids twitched.