Inside the cabin, the crisp sound of the gem trigger sounded continuously, and the broken gems turned into golden light dust and hit Roya's body gradually dissipated.
The surrounding area of the permafrost maker has been turned into a sea of flames under the bombardment of Charlotte's gems at no cost. Layers of heat have restored Roja's state a bit, but these flames are just a flash of brilliance, and there will be no water in a few seconds. Self-destruct.
The flame of the curse power is like a candle in the wind under the more powerful curse power, but the eldest lady doesn't care about it. A dozen gems make Roya a little warmer to achieve its effect. Her true killer. Not here.
"Boiling, sealed."
The red-brown-haired girl shines brightly in the emerald eyes. Her blood pulse is swayed and the trigger is pointed forward. The majestic aura is like a queen commanding an army, and under Charlotte’s instructions, the golden The liquid metal soldiers also responded.
"Om!"
Violent hums and vibrations began to spread from the ship's hull. The army of golden liquid in the criss-crossing pipes rushed to charge towards the ice. The sailors on the ship looked at each other without knowing the situation, and at the same time Isabella also Shot it.
"So, is this the bloodline power of the Acate family? It's amazing. No wonder the sage will send you."
"Then, let my sister help you a little bit."
The final question in the heart of the young girl under the Queen was completely eliminated. She smiled heartily, and behind her suddenly appeared the goddess of fate familiar to Roja, but the golden statue of Isabella was clearer.
"Fate balance!".
The beautiful and heroic woman shouted, and the golden icon stretched out her hand holding the balance. At the same moment, a stack of golden light condensed chips appeared in Isabella's hand.
"Charlotte, take a good look. This is the real way to use our blood. We are not obeyers of fate, but changers!"
"This is the bargaining chip of our life's destiny. Relatives and friends, the kingdom's subordinates, all glory and shame, glory and destruction are within these ten chips, and using this as a bet, we will leverage our destiny!"
Isabella looked down at the two from a high place. At this time, the top of the cabin was already surrounded by stars, the arms of the Statue of Destiny stretched forward, and there were images on both sides of the balance.
One is a teenager with black hair and golden pupils.
One is an embryo-like monster in the ice.
Between the two parties, the balance undulated, and finally stopped at a position that was biased towards the monster of ice. Isabella smiled slightly when she saw the situation.
"It's just this little difference, which one is enough."
"Fate chips, place a bet!"
"receive."
With a flick of Isabella's finger, a golden chip jumped and hit Roja's side. The next moment the mechanical sound of the golden statue sounded, the tilting direction of the balance suddenly changed, and the goddess of fate immediately released the golden light.
The ice monster was cursed in this light, and its power was greatly reduced. In just a few seconds, there were only a few white air currents around, and Luo Ya felt a wonderful power descending on him, as if fate was standing there. On his side, the boy finally understood where the system's high success rate came from.
【10, 9, 8...】
Under the cover of this fate-defying bloodline skill and the gems of his fiancee behind him, Roja finally absorbed the overflowing cold air in the countdown for a few seconds. When the white air current was completely pulled over, the system's prompt sound followed. Sounded.
【Ding】
[Partially absorbed successfully]
[Acquired Skill: Touch of Frozen Ground]
Ah, finally succeeded.
Under the double blow of capitalism and feudal superstition, the ancient monster finally lowered its head, and Luo Ya heaved a sigh of relief.
Three hundred thousand, nothing beats the tide!
The young man smiled stiffly, the next moment his eyes went dark, and he fainted.
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At midnight, under the pale moonlight, a later fleet was anchoring in the waters where the Golden Ship Group had fought, and the passing boats gathered samples around the waters mixed with golden liquid.
Above the bow, a group of believers in white robes are praying to the moonlight under the leadership of the leader old man. The whole team is silent and weird. Looking at the entire fleet, such a scene is unfolding on every bow.
The whole ceremony lasted for half an hour. People meditated on the name and fame of the mother goddess. It was not until the end that the people on the ship started to speak again, and the staff below also submitted the report.
"What? They didn't lose? How could this be possible, let alone other ships, the second ship Saint Paul is bound to die."
After the prayer meeting, Gordon frowned when he heard the report from his subordinates, and his silver hair that had been blanched by the vicissitudes of life fluttered in the sea breeze, making this serious old man even more murderous.
Gordon has lived for more than two hundred years. He is one of the few people who have lived from the Second Age to the present. He who has survived from the ancient Austin Empire can say that he is very good at ship technology for hundreds of years. He knew exactly what kind of battle the ship could survive.
The St. Paul, as a large main battle ship in the fleet second only to the flagship St. Mary, was one of the ships that Gordon and others had planned to seize. However, the royal family of Sofia, who was supposed to control the ship, was sent by Isabella. Deputy Captain Rawai found it and fell short.
But even so, the control room has been destroyed by one's own internal response. Normally, the Sea Clan is fully capable of attacking this ship, but why...
The unexpected situation made Gordon frowned. He hated uncertainty, and even more hated variables, just like his life and choices.
The old man was born in the peak of the ancient Austin Empire, and has experienced the displacement and frustration of westward migration. Gordon, or Gordon’s generation, are people who have experienced ups and downs in life. Many of them cannot accept the huge contrast of reality. As for suicide, most of the living people are those who miss the glory of the past infinitely.
Gordon is this kind of person to a certain extent, but he is different. Others miss the empire of the past, but he thinks more distantly. What he pursues is the glory of the highland elves at the end of the bloodline.
The belief in mother goddess is the root of Gordon’s belief, and it is also the biggest difference between them and the humanist Isabella.
Once upon a time, Gordon was also an ignorant who believed that humans were the masters of the world, but in Turin, after knowing that past disasters were caused by a certain supreme being, he saw what he once thought would never be destroyed. After the empire disappeared easily, Gordon changed his mind.
God is powerful and irresistible. Human beings are just ignorant and small beings. In the face of those great beings, don't want to resist, but obey.
The past experience and [loyal] faith in the mother goddess convinced Gordon of this, and therefore dismissed Isabella's stupidity.
Choosing vulnerable humans between humans and gods, thinking that they can resist the destiny of civilization extinction, is simply wishful thinking. So many brilliant civilizations in the past have been destroyed, and human beings move westward to avoid destruction.
"All things will eventually be shattered. Only by abandoning the human body and regaining the position of the highland elves to serve the mother god can we return to the glory of the past."
This is Gordon's idea, and it is also the idea of a considerable part of the extreme conservatives, but what they did not expect is that an organization that also believes in the mother goddess actually found it.
Sacred Society, this is a mysterious society in the northern human world. Its ultimate purpose is to assist the six envoys to resurrect the mother god at all costs. Judging from the information collected so far, they seem to have joined Queen Isabella. Mysterious association is a hostile relationship.
The common enemy, similar goals, brought Gordon and the Saint-Jie Hui closer and closer, and this time the rebellion, the Saint-Jie Hui, made great efforts.
"Dear King of the South, do you have any doubts?"
A director of the Saints' Society in a white robe approached Gordon and asked. The white-haired old man stared at the young man who claimed to be Doyle and squinted slightly.
"I am not a king of the South, just an old man who knows the current affairs."
"Indeed, rich experience will bring wisdom to people. Only you [legacy] can know the greatness of the gods. Isabella, no matter how talented, is just a short-sighted person under 30 years old, she has a long life. In your eyes of life, she is probably the same as a baby."
Doyle is dressed in a white robe with a few strands of long black hair in his hood. His face is pale, and his words are gentle. Just listening can make people feel good about him, but the white-haired old man does not. care.
"State your purpose, why are you helping me?"
Gordon's old face was calm, and he asked his own questions faintly.
"I want to bring the family back to the orthodoxy, regain the ancient glory, and follow the mother god to survive the disaster in the future, but it doesn’t matter to you outsiders, you, or the purpose of the Holy Master’s Association is again what?"
"It is true that whether the Sofia clan continues or not has nothing to do with us, but as far as the purpose is concerned, we are the same. Sooner or later the mother god will recover. This is an inevitable result, and it is the saint who clears the way for her before she wakes up completely. The goal of the meeting."
"Oh? That's the case, clear the goal? In other words, the six envoys are actually related to the resurrection of the mother goddess?"
Gordon caught certain key information so tentatively, only Doyle smiled silently.
"What worries did you seem to have just now? What exactly happened?"
"...Fate has changed, and it seems that a powerful bloodliner has appeared again. If this happens, two people on Isabella's side can start the Eternal Seal Plan, and it will be even more difficult to regain the [egg]. "
As Gordon spoke, the wrinkles on his face were getting deeper and deeper. The Yongfeng plan was formulated by Isabella. Only the top family blood can initiate and release the final measure. Once activated, the [egg] will be buried forever. The gloomy seabed.
Originally, as long as killing Isabella could prevent this system from starting, but now the Golden Ship Group seems to have another top bloodliner, which undoubtedly makes the variables bigger.
"I see."
After hearing Gordon’s concern, the young man in the white robe nodded slightly and smiled gently:
"Then leave the killing of another target to me."