Black ships off the coast of Anthony Port.
The giant hull that is nearly 80 meters long, the unique sail is placed on both sides of the hull like wings, at an angle of 60 degrees to the horizontal plane, and magical aura swept across the hull from time to time.
The black ship looks like an abandoned ghost ship, and the interior is no different. Near the stern, a huge church-shaped building with a vault is shrouded in shadow.
A team of combat nuns wearing hoods and armor knelt on the deck outside the church door to pray. A nun covered in fully covered armor stood at the head of the ship and looked forward. It was pitch black in the distance, and the sky and the sea were inseparable from each other.
The nun's armor was as white and smooth as ivory, and was covered with wax enclosures and prayer scrolls symbolizing purity. A talisman with cumbersome patterns was hung around his neck, and a scarlet cloak rippled in the sea breeze, as if blood was splattering.
In the center of the breastplate is a white cross pattern. At the intersection of the cross, a piece of crystal carved into the shape of a skull is embedded, surrounded by flame patterns.
What is even more striking is that her cheeks, which are as angular as a carved, and the stiff lines appear on a female face, highlighting the strong personality and style of the line owner. Only the blood-colored teardrop-shaped tattoo at the corner of her right eye gave her a little color.
"Sir Celistein, 20 minutes ago we once again tracked the void shock caused by the son of disaster. The target can be determined to be hidden in Anthony Harbor." A combat nun holding the flag of the monks walked silently behind her.
The nun, known as Lord Celistein, did not respond at all. The person holding the flag seemed to be used to the silent response.
In fact, every time the entire black ship sailed, during the four-month voyage, the nuns habitually maintained this silence. In addition to bursting out high passion in the battle, on the ship, they were like the silent nuns in front of them, restraining their desires and even any unnecessary emotions.
In addition to necessary dialogue, even communication is spared as much as possible. Shangde Jianmo is the creed of the nuns.
The nun of the banner continued his report mission: "Sir, the intensity of the shock this time has been reduced a lot, far from reaching the intensity of the Ipsi Dragon-level Son of Disaster, and the frequency has been separated by a long time. The nun of the clerk Catherine suspected that there was a witch in the city to help the newly awakened Son of Disaster."
Silent nun Celistein nodded, indicating that he knew, and pointed his hand forward.
"I understand that the Crimson Shirou will arrive at Anthony Harbor in four hours, and the combat nuns will be ready before the war." The nun holding the banner bowed respectfully.
More than 40 combat nuns on the deck were kneeling on one knee in the cold sea breeze, and small prayers echoed around the black ship.
Going past the deck and into the cabin, the shaking flames provide a limited light, and the darker it goes toward the bottom of the black ship.
In the shadows, statues similar to the nuns were filled with dust. The statues looked at all the creatures passing by with their godless eyes, and walked down the stairs and low hatch doors, and a painful sense of loss flowed out of every wooden board that formed the ship.
Death and despair shrouded here.
In a closed and light-free room, if you have night vision, you will find that the room is covered with various purity seals, holy words and prayers, magical seals, and there is no gap in the floor, walls, ceilings.
A girl of seventeen or eighteen years old sat cross-legged in the middle of the room. The girl was wearing a very delicate long dress with many carefully crafted embroidery embellishments, which was incompatible with the environment in the room.
The girl has slender fingers and fair skin. She obviously grew up in a superior living environment since she was a child. However, the girl was sitting in this lightless room at this time, still maintaining an elegant body and expression, which is enough to reflect her inner tenacity.
The long chains connected the girl's limbs from four corners of the room, leaving deep marks on the girl's delicate skin.
The girl's expression was a little puzzled, as if she had seen something that surprised her: "Carlo, is this also the guardian of your creation?"
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Xu Yichen in the dream battlefield had just chopped off a shark man's fish head. He curled his lips and felt that he had been dragged into a disaster.
Xu Yichen took a scimitar snatched from the shark man, and turned his hand and broke a salted fish open.
In the distance, a giant octopus that was much taller than the tower ship imagined by the girl Carlo emerged from the sea of ​​blood, or a monster similar to an octopus, with huge pustules growing on its body. The octopus monster opened its tentacles and climbed closer to the ship in a few strokes.
The giant tower ship was shocked by the impact of the octopus and almost collapsed and capsized.
Xu Yichen stabilized his body with the weapon in his hand, and looked at the human monster with an octopus head, emerging from the pustules on the octopus monster like a parasite, running along the tentacles to the most conspicuous target on the ship - the giant Bart.
In this battle of willpower, what I should do is to secretly observe where the key points of the dream are, to disconnect the connection between chaos and dreams, rather than entangling with these cannon fodders like a soldier.
Originally, Xu Yichen planned to observe this dream, evaluate the power shown by Chaos here, and also observe the girl Carlo's will to resist.
As a medium that may become a communication chaos, whether the new witch Carlo is qualified to be saved should be determined by her performance in her dreams, but with the emergence of the mysterious silver-haired woman, all this has no meaning.
Although the girl Carlo's willpower did not successfully resist the invasion of chaos, she had shown enough resistance. She was already qualified by Xu Yichen. No one could expect a girl who had never experienced the wind and rain to have such a tenacious will.
If the witches fail to train her well in the future, Xu Yichen will correct this mistake with his own hands, but now?
"You have a good father!" Xu Yichen said, and then used a sharp knife to cut a long wound on his arm. As soon as the blood at the wound touched the air, it turned into flames!
In the burning fire, Xu Yichen's figure gradually became clearer, as clearer as the silver-haired girl!
The fire brought the deadly heat, which not only did not hurt Xu Yichen at all, but made him feel as if the person who had been living on a mining asteroid suddenly breathed the air of the real nature, and was refreshed.
As Xu Yichen walked past, a fire burned on the deck. Wherever he passed, the shark man pirates in chaos were destroyed.
Just like the Fiery King patrolling his territory, Xu Yichen was silent around him, only the crackling sound of the burning flames was like the cheers of crowning Xu Yichen as king.
Chapter completed!