Invade the white dove

Gamman's cruise ship circled the spot twice, finally found the correct course, and headed for the "sacred land" of the Black Marsh Continent.

Everyone on board, except Julius, was cheering.

After confronting the Austrian Empire for a long time, the Resistance Alliance finally got the chance to penetrate into the enemy's belly with ease.In this "May Festival" ceremony, the arrogant kings of various countries will not let the navy accompany them. After all, the Tear Ice Field has the safest defensive enchantment in the entire continent, and only the most pious who can use the "Fire of Burning World" Only believers of the God of God can pass unimpeded.But they happened to meet this "noble lord". As long as the ship can berth smoothly at the Icefield Wharf, although there are only 30 people, they are confident that Emperor Garman's dog's head will fall into the body bag prepared earlier.

Esper is also very satisfied, at least in terms of food.

She finally didn't have to eat those hard and salty seafood like she did at Aunt Sea God's place.Although the three meals on board are not as delicious as the ones prepared by her father, at least there are meat and fruits, and the bearded sailor will bring her small puddings every day. Sweets are the children's favorite, and even Esper can't refuse.

In addition, these sailors have many interesting stories in their stomachs, which are much more cheerful than the stories about the devil and the little prince that Daddy used to tell her.She used to cry to sleep after listening to the story, but now, she could fall asleep amidst the rough laughter of the sailors.

Oh, by the way, Papa will chat with the guy with the gold teeth from time to time, and every time she chats, she can see the guard on Papa's face fade a little bit.Although she didn't say it, Esper knew that this was a symbol of Papa's trust in this group of people.

If Papa was happy with the stinky people on this boat, so was Esper.

This Garman sailing ship, full of hope and happiness, sailed safely on the calm Red Sea. Even the sailors lamented that the sea without wind and waves has not been seen for many years.

"Bing, I see ice!" Xian was very bored, and the one-eyed first officer holding up the binoculars and peeping at the seabirds fighting in the distance suddenly shouted.

As soon as the words were spoken, the other sailors who were sitting on the deck and lazily hiding in the cabin also appeared one after another, and they used the bow of the ship in a swarm. Everyone raised their toes and stretched their necks to look at the curved shape in the distance. sea ​​level.

"Yes... it's the sanctuary, uh, we're going to worship!"

The bearded man who used to make pudding for Esper yelled.As if they had been reminded, everyone swept each other a few times, then slowly knelt down, with their foreheads on the floor, pretending to prostrate.

The sailboat moved forward at a high speed, and more people also saw the wonderful arched building with ice and snow on its head. The praise of "Praise the God of God" finally turned into a mosquito-like buzzing unwillingly.

The captain knelt down on one knee, turned around, and looked suspiciously at the closed door of the cabin.

When Julis heard the shout of "It's Sanctuary", he was piercing a piece of suckling pig meat with a silver fork and feeding it into his mouth. He slowly chewed the tender meat overflowing with burnt aroma , swallowed, wiped off the strawberry jam hanging from the corner of Esper's mouth, and nodded the corner of her mouth with the dining cloth, then walked out of the restaurant with her daughter in her arms, and looked at the magnificent building not far away.

This is the first time he has faced the sanctuary squarely.

When Odong was shattered, he was carried off from the merchant ship in a daze, and he was already lying in the prayer room of the temple after waking up; and when he accepted the task of the Holy Court and left from the Ice Field of Tear, he did not look back at the temple. Just to motivate myself to successfully complete the task and repay my belief.

but now.

Julius looked at the castle made of clear ice bricks, which combined the aesthetics of countless craftsmen, decorated with countless pearls and gems, interpreted the teachings in the most perfect circle, and regulated it with the strictest precepts. In the temple of believers, the heart in the chest seems to be dead, and there is no more waves.

Holding a scarlet thorn rose in the palm of his hand, he no longer needed to hide his identity at this moment. Under the surprised gazes of the sailors, the thorn rose made of magic flames quickly rose into the air, and the transparent barrier covering the sanctuary burst into flames. It melted silently under the roasting, and the eternal howl of the wind and snow from the Tyr Icefield filled everyone's ears instantly, and the sailboat immediately shook violently.

However, before everyone felt fear, Julis raised his hands and pressed down lightly, the wind and waves subsided silently, the sailboat landed steadily under his urging, and the Tyr Ice Field was like a silent ice giant, threatening The boat swallowed into its own huge mouth.

There are seven sailboats neatly parked in the port of the barge, gorgeous and exquisite, with family patterns carved on the bows, so you can see at a glance which country they are from.The ship has obviously been parked for many days, and thick ice has formed at the waterline.Even the cabin roof was covered with snow.

"Here..." In the eerie silence, the captain let out a breath, maybe even he didn't realize that his voice was actually mixed with a little tremor.

The port of the Tear Icefield is not as lively as everyone imagined. Except for the wooden plank road that was deliberately shoveled out to make a path for two people to run side by side, it is covered with knee-deep ice and snow everywhere.

But this path only extended tens of meters forward, and then completely disappeared under the vast white snow.

"This place was once hit by a snowstorm." Julius continued, "A magical snowstorm."

Everything was quiet, and even everyone's breathing became short and shallow because of this.The soldiers who danced on the tip of their knives all the year round were extremely sensitive to the smell of death, so even a few kilometers away, they could still smell the rotten smell emanating from that sacred building.

The sailors stood still and looked at the first officer in unison, the first officer looked at the captain, and the captain looked inquiringly at the "Master Noble" who was walking at the front of the line.

The captain seemed to have realized that Julius's identity was also a disguise, but in such a weird environment, it was obviously inappropriate to question the identity of a stranger possessing magic.

"Maybe you should stay, let's go and have a look first..." The captain ordered someone to put down the gangplank, and was about to jump onto the pier when a silver-white long sword was nailed to the deck in front of the tip of his boot.

The sword hilt inlaid with rubies trembled slightly, making a melodious whisper in the stillness of only the wind and snow.

"You should go back." Julis said directly, "This is no longer a problem that ordinary humans can handle.

There is no point in concealing his identity. As early as when he set foot on this land, Julis smelled the bloody smell brought by the cold wind and the rotten smell of the undead from hell. fighting.

Julis didn't give the Union soldiers any time to hesitate, and lightly jumped onto the pier, hiding himself in the wind and snow. Only Esper's clear and clear child's voice came flying from the roaring ice fog.

"Bearded guys - see you next time!"

The long sword nailed to the front of the foot a second ago disappeared silently the next moment. The captain raised his head and looked at the black cloak looming in the white mist.

"Just--just left?" The first officer touched his blindfold on the spot, and sighed belatedly, "This guy...he must have known that we wanted to take him hostage, but still pretended to be a hostage." I don’t know, but I borrowed our boat to come to the Sanctuary. His magic...is he a magician?"

"I've seen this sword before." The captain murmured, staring at the sword marks on the deck, "The cloak, and the little girl reminds me of..."

"Boss, he is Julius of Odon." The bearded man suddenly called out.

"Ulis of Odon," the captain repeated in a low voice.

Julius guessed right, this man, who was called "Captain" by the sailors, was indeed Abel Varden, the leader of the Resistance Alliance.

On the day Thoth was killed by Julius, the entire Red Sea was churning because of the magic power that suddenly disappeared. Huge waves hit the shore, destroying most of the ruins of the dead city.

At the same time, the lingering white light shrouded in the sky of Black Ze continent finally faded away, and Abel was keenly aware that something happened to Thoth.And those common people who had been drowsy all day long due to the light of the gods suddenly woke up, but after seeing the skeletons that they once called their husbands and wives, they fell into chaos.

In this short period of one month, Abel recruited many soldiers from the six countries and people in exile.However, some obstinate old and stubborn people in the Aoshen Empire still insisted that there was nothing wrong with Todt and Razel Black. In addition, although the Aoshen belief was not as firm as Todt was alive, the centipede was dead but not stiff. , there are still many people who are willing to fight to maintain the glory of the Austrian God, and the Alliance and the Empire are in a strange stalemate.

It was in the last week after the "May Festival" that Abel decided to lead his men to the Tur Icefield to investigate the situation.

Although the temple that enshrines the god of Austria cannot be entered, it is not a disadvantage to look around the ice field - Abel thought so at the beginning, but he did not expect to meet Julius who could break the seal of Thoth.

As early as after rescuing this "noble", Abel felt that this young man did not have the arrogance and lust of a Gaman nobleman. Although his acting skills were very good and his words were very arrogant like a nobleman, the young man The elegance and restraint in his manners are completely incompatible with his vulgar speech - there have long been no real nobles in this continent, and the flames of war for years are like a pot of boiling oil that has just boiled, pouring on everyone, killing them all. Turned into a monkey that can only squeak.

If it's that young man, then it all makes sense.

but……

"He disappeared for four years, why did he suddenly appear at this time?" Abel was puzzled.

"Boss." The one-eyed first mate flicked the hilt of his sword, "Julis is also an accomplice of the Austrian Cult, since he came out, then we might as well take them away, because there was such a big monster in the sea a month ago. There is no movement, and now the Tyr Icefield is dead silent, something must have happened inside the Aushen Cult, this is a good opportunity..."

"He is not necessarily an accomplice of a false god." Abel looked deep into the ice field.

In just a few breaths, Julis's footprints were already covered by the blizzard. Although they, the former Garman soldiers, survived the mountain of corpses and blood, they might not be able to withstand such a violent snowstorm.

As Ulis said, this is not something humans can face.

"It's really impossible, we can go halfway and come back." The bearded man said, "Even the little girl is not afraid, but we are hesitating here, it seems that we are like cowards."

Abel glanced over the remaining soldiers.

"Agreed! Catch him."

"Just one step away, kill that bastard, it's time to go home and hug my wife!"

The young adults picked up their long swords and shouted at the same time.

Abel let out a long sigh, cut off the connecting rope with his sword, and threw it to the first mate: "Tie it around your waist, tie it tight, brothers can't get separated, let's chop off the dog emperor's head and kick it as a ball!"

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Don't stay up late for Qixi Festival