The leader of the executors felt a sense of the sea filling the room. He was very familiar with this feeling as he had grown up by the sea, but the pressure given by the sea water was vague. If you didn't move, you wouldn't feel its oppression, but if you wanted to move your body, you would feel as if your whole body was wrapped up, almost unable to move, and there was also a feeling of suffocation.
The leader recalled that he had experienced this feeling when he was a child. The severe pain in his legs and feet due to cramps, the feeling of being blocked in the mouth and nose by the sea water, and the gradual loss of control of the body... All these feelings came back at this moment.
He immediately began to unleash his magic-breaking secret technique. All the executors of the Judgment Agency were not simple warriors. Some of them not only used fighting spirit, but also mastered the power to break magic. They were called magic breakers within the Judgment Agency. They would use their mental power to form threads, and then destroy the structure of the magic, turning the magic into unstable basic elements, so that the magic would naturally be broken.
However, when his mental power penetrated into the ocean, although he felt the magic of the water system, he found that the structure and magic between them were completely different. It was a very solid and special form of composition. If the spells he had dealt with before were castles made of sand, then the magic controlled by the man in front of him was like solid stone. These magics were tightly bound together by his mental power and turned into a whole.
Although the leader's mental power could dismantle them, it was very difficult. Even if he destroyed some of the magic structures and let some of the seawater dissipate, other seawater would soon surge in. He was like a person using a ladle to scoop water out of the sea. No matter how hard he tried, he could not complete the task.
He tried to feel the source of the sea and found that the power came from the man in front of him named Xiao Chen.
"This... What kind of power is this? It's not just ordinary witchcraft." The leader said in surprise.
"Sir! Is this the real devil's sorcery?" said one of his subordinates.
"No. This is just a projection of my mental power." Xiao Chen stood still four or five meters away, without even raising a finger, and used this invisible power to paralyze the entire execution team. "I suggest you surrender now, so as to avoid suffering later."
"Sir! What should we do?"
The leader said: "Give up using the magic-breaking secret technique and fight them with fighting spirit!"
His men began to burn their fighting spirit and increase their strength, but the force that hindered them also increased accordingly. Even though they gained the ability to move, they still wanted to move in the thick mud, like performing some weird dance. But the enemy's warriors would not give them a chance. They rushed over with swords raised, but their movements were not affected at all.
The executioners raised their weapons with difficulty and fought them, but their speed was not even half of the usual speed. The first few soldiers were knocked to the ground by the enemy in just a few moves.
As a master demon breaker, the leader's fighting spirit was naturally much stronger than those of his subordinates. He quickly broke free from the restraints by stimulating his fighting spirit. However, the restrictive and restraining force always lingered around him, forcing him to continue to expend his energy to resist.
Just as he was about to rescue his subordinates, a man with a sword rushed over from the opposite side. The man's fighting spirit was condensed and strong, and his realm was also quite strong.
As the two men fought each other, the leader had no time to pay attention to his subordinates who were being knocked down one by one.
The leader began to regret. He found that he had been too careless before and was ambushed by the other party while he was talking. He was about to be defeated by these outsiders in his own city.
The executioners around were subdued, tied up, and thrown aside one by one, as if they were not fighting but being captured as prey.
The leader stepped back as swords crossed and dodged to the window. He knew that he could not get any good results here today and could only prepare to retreat first.
But at this moment a white spear blocked his way, and the young woman who had just opened the door from outside had appeared behind him at some point.
The leader knew that it would be difficult for him to escape today.
At the same time, in the room of Admiral Montanio, Captain Eserit, who was imprisoned as the chief executor said, was sitting on the sofa opposite the admiral with a glass of wine in his hand.
The naval commander Montanio, who was sitting behind the desk, was a bald old man. He was a little bloated, but his eyes were very lively. At this moment, he raised his glass to Esselit and said, "Dear Esselit, relax a little. You should know my difficulties. Even though I am the naval commander of this area, I cannot directly confront those people in the judicial authority. Once those mad dogs bite something, they will never let go. So at this time, you can't show up. Just stay here and be "judged" by me. Haha."
"Lord Montanio, I know you are protecting me. However, I think those people could really mess things up. These people from the Eastern Continent who call themselves Chinese are not easy to deal with. Just their two ships that have crossed the raging sea and are invulnerable to swords and guns are a big problem. Do you think I am willing to lead them to the port? There is really no other way. If I don't let them in, what if they force their way in? What can we use to resist them? Even if we really take down these two ships, how much loss will we suffer? At that time, will you, the naval commander, and I, the captain, still be able to do this?"
Montanio's expression turned serious. He put down his glass and asked, "Is it really that great?"
"Of course, otherwise what would I be worried about here?"
"I thought this was your strategy. You know, it's always helpful to exaggerate the enemy's strength."
“No, you don’t understand. Perhaps you can only feel the strength of these people most directly when you see those shells releasing lightning and shields withstanding explosions at sea, just like me.
If Saviso and his executors anger these people, I'm afraid things will get out of control." Esselit said.
Montanio thought for a moment and laughed again. "It doesn't matter. Maybe this is a good thing. If these Chinese can't even deal with a reckless guy like Saviso, then there is not much value. We can just step back and I will send you to work somewhere else to avoid this guy. On the other hand, if he fails? Then you will be a victim standing in the same trench with the Chinese."