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The door of the palace slowly opened, and a man who looked very weak was brought in, supported by two guards.

It can be seen that he has been carefully cleaned and tidyed, and his clothes are very clean and decent, but his pale face, his face full of weather, dull eyes, and rough and chapped hands still betray him, he is just an inferior person.

But in the entire palace, whether it was officials, priests, or emperors, everyone's eyes were focused on him, making his face even paler and his eyes more flustered.

Fortunately, with the strong support of the guards, he did not fall to the ground.

But no one in the palace sympathized with his nervousness and panic, and everyone couldn't wait to ask their questions, and for a while, the whole palace was noisy like hundreds of beehives.

"What's going on?"

"Why are you back? Where are the other warships?"

"You've been attacked, are you a wolf herder?"

"Where are our Portuguese ships?"

"How did the plan fail?

......

The noise made the man dizzy and almost fainted.

"Enough!

Fortunately, a majestic voice suppressed the audience, suppressed the noise, and restored silence in the palace.

The red-robed middle-aged Patriarch lined up the crowd and came to the man after signaling to the two kings on the throne.

His voice was warm and powerful, and it soothed the man's traumatized heart in an instant: "Okay, don't panic, let's take our time." First of all, can you tell us your name and position on the ship?"

"Hmm...... My name is Roy, Frank Roy. The man's voice was full of weakness: "It's the second mate of the 'Antis'." ”

"Oh, the 'Antis' is the ship you came back on, isn't it?" The red-robed patriarch's voice was still gentle: "What about the captain and first mate?"

"Yes. There was a bit of sadness and fear in the man's voice: "The captain was killed at the beginning, and the first mate stayed up for two days, lost too much blood, and did not survive. ”

"Ah, you were killed, who attacked you, was it a werewolf?"

"I ...... I do not know...... I...... I don't know!" the fear in the man's eyes almost spread, and his body writhed and struggled.

"Alright, alright, my child, the Lord has always been there for you, the Lord has been protecting you, and now you are safe and no one can hurt you. The voice of the red-robed priest was melodious and gentle, like a spring breeze, full of this incredible power: "Do not be afraid, the Lord will destroy the enemy for you, please tell the Lord, who has attacked you?"

"I don't know!" the man seemed to calm down, but there was still some panic in his tone: "He can fly! He flew from the darkness and broke our mast at once! He blew the captain's head! And good people, so many demons! Everyone kept fighting! Everyone kept dying!"

"Okay, okay, okay, we don't want those demons, we want something light, do you remember what happened when we set sail?"

"I remember, I said goodbye to my parents and went to sea with the fleet, good ships, many fleets, endless seas, blue blue skies......" The man's voice softened.

"And what happened later?" asked the red-robed patriarch.

"Later, we had a storm...... We fish together, we hunt whales together...... We came to a place where it was snowy and cold...... It was really cold there, and it didn't take long for the charcoal to burn out, so we wrapped ourselves in blankets and huddled together to keep warm......" The man fell into the memory, chattering and talking for a long time.

The red-robed patriarch was not a little impatient, and continued to follow the temptation: "Oh, that's really cold, and then what?"

"And then we found a big iceberg, and we all hid together in a leeward place, and the fleet was at anchor, and we stopped there, and endured the cold there, and it was really cold there......" The man shuddered and stretched out his hands, which were full of chilblains, and the hideous wounds from the rupture of chilblains.

"Then, how did you get attacked?" the red-robed patriarch's voice became stronger, injecting strength into him little by little: "Don't be afraid, speak slowly. ”

"Yes, it was one night, the moon was not very bright, the clouds were a little thick, it was very dark outside...... the man fell into the memory again: "The captain ordered that the lights should not be lit at night, and we were all huddled in the cabin, and everyone hugged and talked to each other, and some of them were about to fall asleep, and then we heard the sound of thunder......"

"The sound of thunder?" the red-robed patriarch's voice was filled with confusion.

"Yes, the sound of thunder, we have stopped for so long, it is the first time we have heard it, so loud, so close to the thunder......" The man looked a little confused: "There is no way, everyone was called up by the captain, go to the deck to check the ropes, and fix the ship, but ...... It wasn't raining or windy outside...... We ......"

"What do you see?" the red-robed patriarch's voice was still gentle, but a little eager.

"We ......" the man seemed to wake up suddenly, and his voice was filled with fear again: "Yes! We saw shooting stars! Golden, red, all shooting stars!"

"Meteor?" the red-robed patriarch's voice was filled with doubt.

"Ah, three meteors! they collide in the sky! they make a thunderous sound! they are a symbol of calamity! they bring killing! they bring death!" the man panicked again, twisting his body as if trying to run or hide.

But under the powerful hands of the two guards, his purpose could not be achieved at all.

"Don't panic, don't be afraid. The red-robed patriarch continued to ask, "After you saw the meteor, you were attacked, and those devils?"

"Yes, the devils! all the devils! more and more meteors, more and more devils! they climb up from the sea, they are killing!" The man suddenly turned hideous, his eyes were red, his limbs twitched, and he went crazy: "Kill! Kill! Kill them! Follow me! Kill them! Drive them down! Don't let them destroy the boat! Kill! Plug the hole over there, plug it! Kill! Kill that side, drive it down! Kill!"

It took a long time for him to calm down, as if he had lost all his strength, his eyes were blank, and his body was limp, and he was about to fall down.

The red-robed patriarch made a gesture, and the guard's hand relaxed, and the weak body was put down. The red-robed priest took two steps forward, hugged him, gently stroked his back, and kept comforting in his mouth: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the demons are gone, they have all been wiped out by the Lord, you are safe now, don't be afraid, don't be afraid......"

It was not easy to calm down the poor man so that he would not be psychologically broken, and then asked, "What about later, after killing those demons?"

The man's face was full of tears, but his voice calmed down: "We kill differently, we keep killing dead people, from night to day, we keep killing people, we keep killing dead people, there are boats sinking next to us, the sea is full of corpses, all wood fragments, and the sea water is blood red." There are still rafts carrying demons in the distance, and we can't do it, we can only escape!"

"Oh, have you retreated, and what about the other ships?" asked the red-robed patriarch.

"I don't know, in order to keep running all the way, those demons keep chasing, and there are flying demons, they can sink a boat at once, we have no choice but to flee separately" The man's voice was full ......of pathos: "Some boats are damaged and can't support it, so they just sink, we keep running, and we don't have time to save them." Some of them couldn't make it back and went to nearby Iceland to rest. There are fewer and fewer ships, fewer and fewer ......"

"Then you come out, don't you have other ships to support you back?" the red-robed patriarch was puzzled.

"Later, when we passed through England, some of the boats, unwilling to run anymore, went straight to the gang to find a place to rest. Then there were a few more storms, a few ships sank, a few ships were lost, and finally, we were back to our hometown......" The man was already in tears.

Then, there were a few more details, some of whom were able to tell, and some of whom were unaware.

Finally, the long questioning was over, and the man was helped to rest and be treated, and the silence in the hall was broken.

"Well, by and large, I understand what's going on. King Philip II of Spain seemed to have aged ten years at once, and his voice was hoarse and powerless: "My fleet is finished. ”

But King Luis I of Portugal was not so calm, he jumped up and scolded: "That's what you say, foolproof, it's still a perfect plan, shit! It's all shit! It's all shit! It's a whole hundred ships! It's a hundred! It's just been destroyed by your Holy See! What a shit judge, what a shit elite! Give me death! Die......"

He gasped violently, stamped his feet, slapped his chair, and roared like a madman.

It was easy, and when he calmed down, the red-robed patriarch opened his eyes and responded to him, although he looked equally bitter: "I understand the feelings of the two Majesties, but everything has happened, and it has come to this point, we can only accept that this mission has completely failed, this result." Accept the results of the sinking of these warships, merchant ships. ”

Do you know how much it costs and how long it takes to build such a ship?" Louis I still flapped his handrail in frustration.

"Now that it's over, I won't say much. The red-robed patriarch looked serious and promised, "I will go to the Holy City immediately and report to the cardinals." After all, this is an action initiated by our Holy Sect, no matter what, we will try our best to make up for the losses of the two Majestics, please believe in our strength! Believe in the reputation of our Holy Sect for thousands of years!"

"Go, go......" Philip II waved his hand weakly: "It's all over......"

The red-robed patriarch strode out of the palace, and the palace fell silent all of a sudden, and the ministers were all in a state of flux, not daring to make any sound, and the noise at the beginning seemed to have never existed.

"Tell me, what are we going to do next?" Philip II's original shrewdness and strength were gone, and he was as gloomy as an old man.

"First of all, we should note to the British side and ask them to help collect the ships and sailors......" said the prime minister.

"The same is true of the other coastal nations, whether it be France, Ireland, Denmark, Norway, we are going to send envoys to ask them to help collect the ships that are looking for us...... "That's the Foreign Secretary."

"Although it is a little difficult, please also ask Your Majesty to allocate a sum of money to compensate the soldiers who died...... "That is the Minister of War."

......

Suggestions, requests, and comforts echoed in the palace, powerlessly......

On a nameless desert island, huge warships with large holes in the beach are upside down, and large and small debris is scattered all over the beach.

Dozens of feeble sailors and soldiers, under the command of the officers, were busy mending the ships and throwing the bodies of their companions into the dug pits......

On the high ground not far from the beach, the life of a white-haired old man also came to an end.

"Joan of Arc...... he stroked his daughter's head with difficulty: "This time, it's really a failure, I really can't do anything." Whether it's France or Iceland, even if you calculate and think about it countless times, it's all a failure...... I've been a loser all my life......"

"No, father, you're not wrong, it's only Clark who should go to hell, if he hadn't been discovered by the werewolf shepherd martial saint, we wouldn't have ......" The bandaged girl's face was full of tears, and her eyes were full of resentment.

"No, don't blame him, it's not his fault......" The old man's voice was already extremely weak: "This time, it's just an accident, it's our bad luck, who knows, there will be a martial saint to patrol the beach? It's my wrong arrangement......"

"But......" The girl still clenched her fists: "If he doesn't lure the martial saint over after being discovered, we won't be ......"

"No, don't be resentful. The old man stretched out his hand with difficulty, trying to soothe his daughter's angry face: "Clark is not wrong, even if he waits for death, the wolf herder will still find us, sooner or later." ”

His eyes were full of love: "Joan of Arc, I'm sorry, I haven't given you enough fatherly love, and I've been forcing you not to choose to practice martial arts, so that you don't enjoy the happiness that a girl should enjoy, do you hate me?"

The girl pressed the old man's hand to her cheek and burst into tears again: "No father, I have never hated you, you are the person I respect the most, you are the most pious servant of the Lord......"

"Don't weep, Joan of Arc. The old man's fingers moved, trying to wipe away the girl's tears: "Promise me, you will laugh more in the future, how beautiful you laugh." If you cry all the time, no boy likes it. ”

"Yes, Father. The girl struggled to put away her crying, barely squeezing out a smile.

But the old man could no longer respond to her, and the old arm's arm hung down and fell to the ground.

The big rough hand was as fast as lightning, and at once it grabbed the soldier's neck and pressed it against the tree.

The long-haired rough man was furious, his eyes were red, and he roared hysterically: "Say, who did it, who destroyed our camp, who killed our people!"

The soldier's face was full of horror, and the words burst out of his mouth with difficulty: "I...... We don't know...... We didn't do it...... When we came, they were already dead...... We're just burying it to prevent the plague...... It's really not our ......."

A handful of soldiers were crushed, and the long-haired savage man looked up to the sky and roared: "Who is it! Come out for me!"

Behind him was a tattered tribal camp, littered with corpses and twisted corpses of Danish soldiers who had just died.

And, one by one, the people who were angry, roaring and howling wildly, destroying the forest and land, and venting their anger.

(To be continued.) )