The spring wind blows from afar.
Waves rolled up in the sea.
A faint fishy smell rose from the waves, and in the sky, seagulls spread their wings and hovered over the harbor.
On the deck, among the passengers who were carrying the salute, the young priest with sloppy steps looked at the harbor not far away and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, with a look of relief on his pale face.
"Thank God it's finally over."
He squeezed his way to the front of the crowd, lay down on the side of the ship, and looked at the white city of Avalon on the island.
The legendary pure white city, the eternal pearl on the sea, the island of miracles.
The traces of the war a month ago have not dissipated, but the city has returned to normal operations. Contrary to everyone's expectations, Avalon did not actually become a ruin.
Except for the uppermost palace, only the shanty towns in the lower city area were burned down during the demon attack. The main middle city area and the satellite islands have returned to their original appearance. Now they are crowded with people, and there is no sign of decadence and desolation.
Looking through the telescope, one can vaguely see the ruins that need to be cleared around the palace. Workers are cleaning up quickly and in good order.
From a long distance, one can feel the huge ether fluctuations, lingering over the city like bells, smoothing out all turbulence and opening up a stable white area.
The aftermath even radiated to the sea, smoothing out the chaotic ether fluctuations in Norman's body, making the original dizziness and vomiting much less severe.
Musician apprentices practicing in big cities all have this problem more or less. Because they are not adaptable to the changes in the ether density of the outside world, they will suffer from a situation similar to altitude sickness after leaving a stable area.
Although he was fully prepared, Norman did not expect that the combination of etheric restlessness and seasickness would be so painful.
For the past few days, Norman had been huddled in the cabin, vomiting and falling asleep while holding the bag. He was almost half dead before he reached Angelou.
Fifteen days ago, they set out from the Holy City. It was originally expected to take only five days to complete, but it actually took more than ten days to complete.
Because the Asgardians imposed an economic blockade on the Caucasus at sea, the maritime battle between the two countries led to the blockage of routes, and they had to find other ways.
They were forced to follow the border line of Burgundy, from the shallow sea to the south, and after making a large detour, they finally crossed the Whaler Strait last night and entered the territorial waters of Anglo.
After entering the country, there was almost no trace of demons and no sign of natural disasters.
Although some supply ports along the road are slightly dilapidated, they are still intact, and the city does not look dilapidated.
It seemed that order had begun to be restored as soon as the turmoil ended.
All this was beyond Norman's expectation. He had originally been prepared to go on a business trip to the ruins, but after arriving, he discovered that the situation was not as bad as the Holy City expected, and it was not true that the country refused the Holy City's assistance. It's purely out of decency.
This may be considered a big news, and it is also news that shocked all countries.
The worst-case scenario did not occur - Angelo was not destroyed in Leviathan's attack - nor was he as badly damaged as most people expected.
Although the deaths of previous kings in battle are worthy of mourning, overall, they did not cost much.
From a utilitarian point of view, if natural disasters can be defeated at the cost of a palace, I am afraid that all countries would be eager to build a dozen palaces and then blow them up in order to gain peace in the world.
According to the intelligence obtained by the Holy City, the whole incident was so smooth and easy as hell.
After using many trump cards and years of reserves, Leviathan was beautifully settled by Angelo.
Completely settled.
It was not the original way of quenching thirst by drinking poison, nor was it a temporary seal or expulsion, but the topmost of all natural disasters, one of the four living creatures, Leviathan, the King of the Seven Seas, was completely killed.
Such a result can only be described as sensational.
No muscles or bones were broken, and no fatal injuries were suffered. Not only was the country's strength not severely damaged and completely plunged into chaos as expected, but it further proved the country's war potential.
Several surrounding countries, who were ready to add insult to injury and take advantage of others' danger, suffered heavy losses in the subsequent ruthless counterattacks.
Now, everyone with a discerning eye knows that this country has survived the most difficult period, even got rid of the curse, and entered a period of rapid development again.
As long as the new king Mary doesn't make mistakes, Angelou will be able to return to its original glory within five years at the latest, and even go one step further to compete with the Asgardians for hegemony in the Far South Sea.
"It seems that the plan also needs to be changed."
Norman sighed with a headache. The dizziness caused by overthinking made his face pale again. He lay on the side of the ship and vomited out all the breakfast he had finally stuffed in.
Behind him, the old man sighed, patted his back, and took out the few remaining seasickness pills.
After swallowing the medicine wholeheartedly, Norman's face looked a little better.
The old man shook his head: "If you get seasick, just take medicine honestly."
"Sorry, Bishop Raymond."
Norman saluted the ascetic in gray with an awkward look on his face: "Originally, I thought I would be able to enter the port this morning, but I didn't expect it would be delayed for such a long time."
"There are always surprises."
Bishop Raymond held onto the side of the boat and looked at the city in the distance. He said nothing more and looked silent.
The boring wait seems destined to continue.
This was the first surprise that Norman and the others encountered after arriving in Avalon - the first mate came out of the cabin and informed the passengers with a complicated look that it would probably be three hours before entering the port.
Amid the commotion, Norman squeezed through the crowd and walked towards the first mate.
After walking such a long way and suffering from seasickness, he now saw Avalon right in front of him, but was not allowed to enter the port. Such a huge gap almost made him vomit blood.
Faced with the urging, the chief officer also looked troubled, "Currently, only Port No. 3 is open and can allow us to berth, but news has just come that the berths are tight and we need to make way temporarily."
"Give Way?"
Norman was stunned and his face turned red with anger.
Although he left his family at a young age to join the religious order and become a monk, he came from a wealthy family after all. Even within the cult, his teacher held a high position.
Although a servant of God should be humble, when does he give way to others
"Have you made it clear? This is the order's ship!"
Days of seasickness made Norman suddenly angry. Unable to suppress his anger, he asked in a low voice: "Besides, I just saw that the port is completely empty****, and there is no congestion at all. Why are we asked to give way temporarily?"
"This... I don't know either."
The first mate had no choice but to shirk. Norman was so angry that he was about to go to the captain's cabin, but was stopped by Bishop Raymond.
"Forget it, Norman."
Raymond said calmly: "Just give way. After all, that person has a distinguished status, so it is not aggrieved for us to give way."
"that one?"
Norman was stunned for a moment, and his anger suddenly dissipated: "You mean 'Hand of God'?"
"It seems that the lord has finished his 'land tour' and returned to Avalon."
Bishop Raymond raised his turbid eyes and looked at the end of the sea in the distance, as if he could see the vast fleet of ships, his eyes were subtle:
"Norman, we're late."
Soon, amid the stunned exclamations of the passengers, a hurricane swept over from the distant sea.
As the hull swayed, Norman's face turned pale again. He endured the discomfort and looked into the distance.
The first thing I saw was the dark warship.
On the hull of the ship are imprinted the emblems of flames and holy symbols. It's obviously so far away, but it can be clearly distinguished. It's hard to imagine how huge the ship is.
A high-pitched whistle sounded.
The turbulent waves were forcibly smoothed out by invisible forces, and the sea surface became as smooth as a mirror. Only the hull of the ship moved forward, breaking through the sea surface and causing weak waves.
After the black warship, dozens of ships from all over the world formed a huge fleet, following closely behind, following the location of the Holy Emblem step by step, tame and docile.
Raymond stared for a long time, looked away, and sighed softly: "It's too fast, not giving us any time at all. It seems that we underestimated that person's determination... "
Norman stood on tiptoe and looked at the black warship that was moving silently like a nightmare. Recalling the dark rumors about it, he couldn't help feeling a little scared.
How long
eight days? Or ten days
After Leviathan was killed, the fog had just dissipated, and the entire Angelo was almost in a state of chaos after losing contact with the capital for a long time.
Especially when the news of the old king's death came suddenly, the hearts of all counties were in shock.
When the new king's envoys went to various places, almost more than half of the places chose to remain silent and did not show loyalty to the new king.
Among them, there are faint shadows from other countries.
It can be said that it is precarious.
Without exception, everyone intends to take advantage of the chaotic situation to seek the greatest benefit and benefit for themselves.
Whether it is independence or joining other camps, with such a big piece of fat in front of you, if you don't take a bite of it, you will be sorry for waiting so long for it.
No matter what age or country, the easiest thing to get rich is always the national treasure.
Unfortunately, it was not until "that one" left port on his ship "Nomad Mountain" to replace the new king and patrol the country that some people were slow to realize... that they had made the wrong choice.
The first person to repent was already too late, and the whole family was declared a heretic, and was burned on the rack in front of everyone, and was reduced to ashes in a fire exceeding thousands of degrees.
Then, the second, the third...
Before the arrival of the black ship, all those who did not swear allegiance and loyalty to the new king found their final destination on the stake.
The sin-filled souls are judged and purified, and ascend to heaven to be with the Lord.
Some people tried to compromise, but it turns out that the word "compromise" has not yet been written in the dictionary of "that one".
Some people tried to rebel, but the stillborn rebellion soon proved that this was pointless-it would only make them die more miserably.
Drastic measures will not work, and roundabout methods will not work. Whether it is compromise or showing weakness, it will be meaningless after being on the list in the hands of that person.
Some people, after making a large sum of money, go to other countries to seek political protection, thinking that enough wealth can save their lives. As a result, after entering the territorial waters, they were chased by the black ship and bombarded in the name of God in front of sixteen warships.
The betrayers and their wealth were destroyed in the thunder and fire of punishment.
In less than half a month, more than 600 people were burned to death mercilessly. They were implicated and imprisoned in the Inquisition. There are countless people who will never see the sun in their lives.
With the death of Leviathan, the name of the Inquisition reappeared in the world.
The contemptuous attitude at the beginning and the title "bastard brat" had long been thrown into the sea along with the corpse. Until now, no one dared to mention that name directly, and only dared to call the leader "that one". The new Grand Inquisitor came to be ominous and dead.
Then, he pledged his allegiance to the new king as quickly as possible and prayed from the bottom of his heart that the black ship that brought death would not stop at the port in front of his home.
Now, the lord who represents the king has finally ended his tour of the country. Thank God for the blessing of the gods.
And the name "Hand of God" was finally stained with a layer of blood red and resounded throughout the countries.
Compared with today's illustrious reputation, it is simply unimaginable that a year ago, "that one" was a destitute son of an exile who was exiled to the border by Angru.
The only thing that can be described is "miracle", right
Perhaps, this really is God's will.
Especially after that one held the staff of destiny, completely burned the reborn Leviathan to ashes, and turned the clone of the Hundred-Eyed Man into a toy in a bottle, no one dared to doubt his skill and ability.
"Is he really a human?"
Norman couldn't help but shake his head slightly and murmured softly.
While watching, the vast fleet gradually approached, and even without a telescope, one could clearly see the pitch-black armor covering the hull, the ferocious outline and the jaw-droppingly huge main gun.
Rather than saying that the two sides "passed by each other" like this, it would be better to say that one's side greeted him respectfully.
It's like being on the road, hearing the patrol horn from a long distance away, and then kneeling in the dust on the roadside, lowering his head, waiting in fear for the luxurious support to pass in front of him.
Norman couldn't help but add a movement of revelation to himself, his gaze spanned the long distance and fell on the deck of the dark ship.
Among the strict guards, white hair like mercury can be vaguely seen.
Among them, the young man who was similar to his own age seemed to feel something, raised his head, and cast an indifferent glance. Those dark eyes seemed to contain an abyss, which stung Norman's eyes from a long distance away.
He lowered his head subconsciously, not daring to look again.
Her eyes left him and fell next to Norman, where she saw the old bishop. Raymond sighed in shame and nodded in greeting for his entourage's offense.
The young man smiled indifferently and looked away.
The black ship went straight away and did not berth at Port No. 3. Instead, it sailed to the other side of Avalon, passed through the welcoming array of the Royal Navy, and entered the royal berth.
Only now did Norman breathe a sigh of relief, feeling the cold sweat on his back, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Is that Ye Qingxuan?"
"That's right."
Raymond stared at where the black ship was going, and for some reason, his expression became complicated:
"—Hand of God·Ye Qingxuan."