Silent Crown Chapter 621: Country Tour

The spring wind is blowing from afar.

Waves rolled up in the sea.

A faint smell rose from the waves. In the sky, seagulls spread their wings and hovered above the harbor.

On the deck, among the passengers carrying salutes, the young priest with vacant footsteps looked at the harbor not far away, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, with a relief on his pale face.

"Thank God, it's finally over."

He squeezed to the front of the crowd and lay on the side of the ship, looking at the white city of Avalon on the island.

The legendary pure white city, the eternal pearl on the sea, and the island of miracles.

A month ago, the traces of the war have not dissipated, but the city has resumed its usual operations. Contrary to everyone's expectations, Avalon did not become a ruin in the real.

Except for the uppermost palace, only the shanty area in Xiacheng District was burned when the monsters attacked. The main Midtown District and Satellite Island have been restored to their original appearance. Now the crowds are raging, and there is no decadence. And desolate.

From the view of the telescope, you can vaguely see the ruins to be cleared around the palace. The workers are quickly cleaning up, in order.

Across a long distance, one can feel the huge ether fluctuations, lingering over the city like a bell, smoothing all the turbulence and opening up a stable white zone.

The aftermath even radiated to the sea, smoothing the disordered etheric fluctuations on Norman's body, and alleviating the original dizziness and vomiting.

Musicians and apprentices immersed in big cities will have this problem more or less. Because they do not adapt to the change of the external ether density, after leaving a stable area, they will have a situation similar to altitude sickness.

Although he had made enough preparations, Norman did not expect that the combination of the symptoms of aether restlessness and seasickness would be so painful.

For the past few days, Norman has almost shrunk in the cabin, holding the bag and throwing up, making him sleepy. He was almost half dead before he arrived at Anglo.

Fifteen days ago, they set off from the holy city, originally expected to take only five days to form, but it took more than ten days to finish.

Because the Asgardians imposed an economic blockade on the Caucasus at sea, the battle between the two countries at sea caused the route to be blocked, and they had to find another way.

They were forced to follow the border of Burgundy, from the shallow sea to the south, and after detouring a large circle, they finally crossed the Whale Hunter Channel last night and entered the territorial waters of Anglo.

After entering the country, there were almost no traces of demons, and no signs of natural disasters remained.

Although some supply ports along the road are slightly dilapidated, they are still intact, and the city does not look dilapidated.

It seems that as soon as the turmoil ends, order has begun to be restored.

All this was beyond Norman’s expectation. At the beginning, he was ready to go to the ruins for business trips, but only afterwards found out that the situation was not as bad as the holy city expected. This country rejected the holy city. The aid is not purely decent.

This may be considered big news, and it is also news that shocked all countries.

The original worst situation did not occur. Angru was not destroyed in the Leviathan attack and was not as badly damaged as most people expected.

Although the previous king's death in battle is worthy of mourning, in general, it did not pay much.

From a utilitarian point of view, if you spend a palace as the price to overcome natural disasters, I am afraid that all countries are eager to quickly build a dozen palaces and then blow up, in exchange for the stability of the world.

According to the information obtained by the Holy City, the whole incident went so smoothly and easily to the hell.

After using a lot of hole cards and years of reserves, Leviathan was beautifully leveled by Angru.

Toughly settled.

It was not the original way to quench thirst by drinking a dove, nor was it a temporary seal or expulsion, but completely killed Leviathan, the king of the Seven Seas, one of the four living creatures, the top of all natural disasters.

Such results can only be described as sensational.

There was no injury to the bones, and no fatal injuries. Not only was it not as badly damaged as expected, and completely plunged into chaos, it further proved the war potential of this country.

And the surrounding countries that were ready to take advantage of the dangers of their lives suffered a sullen loss in the subsequent relentless counterattack.

Now, everyone with a discerning eye knows: This country has survived the most difficult period, and even got rid of the curse of being ridden, and has entered a period of rapid development again.

As long as the new king Mary is not stupid, Angelu will be able to restore his original grandeur within five years at the latest, and even go one step further, competing with the Asgardians for supremacy in the Far South China Sea.

"It seems that the plan also needs to be changed."

Norman sighed with a headache, and 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 managed to put in.

Behind him, the old man sighed, patted him on the back, and took out the few remaining pills for seasickness.

After swallowing the medicine roundly, Norman's face looked slightly better.

The old man shook his head: "If you get seasick, take medicine honestly."

"Sorry, Bishop Raymond."

Norman saluted the ascetic monk in gray, looking embarrassed: "I thought I would be able to enter Hong Kong this morning, but I didn't expect it would be delayed for such a long time."

"There are always accidents."

Bishop Raymond supported the ship's side and looked at the distant city from a distance. He didn't say anything, his expression was silent.

The boring waiting seems to be destined to continue.

This is the first accident encountered by Norman and the others after they came to Avalon. The chief mate came out of the cabin and told the passengers with complex expressions that it would be three hours before entering the port.

In the hustle and bustle of the crowd, Norman squeezed through the crowd and walked towards the first officer.

After walking over such a long road and suffering from seasickness, now he is watching Avalon in front, but he is not allowed to enter the port. Such a huge gap almost makes him vomit blood.

Faced with the urging, the chief mate also looked distressed, "Currently, only Port 3 is open to allow us to berth, but the news just came that the berth is tight and we need to give way temporarily."

"Make way?"

Norman was taken aback, his face flushed with anger.

Although he left the family to join the Order and became a monk since he was a child, he was born into a wealthy family. Even within the cult, his teacher is in a high position.

Although a servant of God should be humble, when will he let others pass?

"Have you made it clear? This is the ship of the Order!"

The days of seasickness made Norman suddenly angry, unable to suppress his anger, and asked in a low voice: "Besides, I just saw that the port is completely empty and there is no congestion at all. Why should we make way temporarily?"

"This...I don't know."

The first officer was helpless, Norman was very angry, and was about to go to the captain's room, but was stopped by Bishop Raymond.

"Forget it, Norman."

Leimeng said lightly: "Give way to give way. After all, that person is noble, and we are not wronged if we give way."

"Which one?"

Norman froze for a moment, and his anger dissipated: "You mean the'Hand of God'?"

"It seems that the adult has finished the'land tour' and returned to Avalon."

Bishop Raymond raised his muddy eyes and looked at the far end of the sea, as if he could see the mighty moving fleet, his eyes were subtle:

"Norman, we are late."

Soon, amidst the stunned exclamations of the passengers, the hurricane swept from the distant sea.

The swaying of the ship made Norman's face pale again. He resisted the discomfort and looked into the distance.

The first thing I saw was the pitch-black warship.

On the hull, the flames and the holy emblem are imprinted. Obviously so far away, but can distinguish clearly, it is hard to imagine how huge the hull is.

The high-pitched whistle sounded.

The surging wave was forcibly smoothed by invisible forces, and the sea surface became smooth as a mirror. Only the hull of the ship moved forward, crashing into the sea, and setting off a faint wave.

Behind the black warships, dozens of ships from all over the world formed a huge fleet, following closely behind, following the holy emblem step by step, tame and docile.

Raymond stared for a long time, retracted his gaze, and sighed softly: "It's too fast, we won't give us any time at all. It seems that we underestimated that one's determination..."

Norman stood on tiptoe, looked at the black warship that was moving silently like a nightmare, recalled the dark rumors about it, and couldn't help feeling a little hairy.

How long?

Eight days? Or ten days?

After Leviathan was killed, the fog had just dissipated, and the whole Angru was almost in chaos after losing contact with the country for a long time.

Especially the news of the death of the old king came suddenly, and the hearts of the people in the counties floated.

When the messengers of the new king went to various places, almost half of the places chose to be silent and did not show loyalty to the new king.

Among them, there are faint shadows from other countries.

It can be said that the wind and rain are precarious.

Without exception, everyone intends to take advantage of the chaotic situation and seek the greatest benefit and benefit for themselves.

Whether it is independent or falling to other camps, if you have such a big piece of fat in front of you, if you don't hate it, I'm sorry for waiting so many years.

Regardless of the age and the country, the easiest thing to get rich is always the national crisis.

Unfortunately, until ‘that one’ left the port on his ship ‘Nomad Mountain’ to replace the new king and patrol the country, some people reacted late... they made the wrong decision.

It was too late for the first person to confess. The whole family was convicted of heresy, nailed to the torture frame in front of everyone, and turned to ashes in a fire that exceeded thousands of degrees.

Next, there is the second, the third...

Before the arrival of the black ship, all those who did not swear allegiance to the new king and offered their loyalty, all found their final destination on the fire rack.

The sinful soul was judged and purified, and ascended to the kingdom of heaven to be with the Lord.

Some people tried to compromise, but it turns out that the word ‘compromise’ has not been written in the ‘that’’s dictionary.

Some people tried to rebel, but soon, the still-born rebellion proved that it was meaningless and could only make their own deaths worse.

Intense means will not work, and roundabout methods will not work. Whether it is a compromise or a show of weakness, after being on the list of that person, it is meaningless.

Some people, after making a large sum of money, go to other countries to seek political asylum, thinking that enough wealth can save their lives. As a result, after entering the territorial waters, he was chased by the black ship, and shelled in the name of God in front of the sixteen warships.

The wealth of the betrayers and betrayers has since disappeared in the thunder of punishment.

In less than half a month, more than 600 people were mercilessly burned to death, and were implicated as a result. They were imprisoned in the Inquisition. There are even more people who can hardly see the sun in their entire lives. Endless.

With the news of Leviathan's death, the name of the Inquisition reappeared in this world.

In the beginning, the contemptuous attitude and the title of'Bongrel Imp' have long been thrown into the sea along with the corpse. Until now, no one dared to mention that name directly, but only dared to use'that one' as the name. The new presiding judge who brought ominous and death.

Then, loyal to the new king as quickly as possible, praying from the heart that the black ship that brought death will not stop at the port in front of his house.

Now, the adult who assumed the royal power has finally finished his tour of the country. Thank God, God blessed him.

And the name of the'Hand of God' finally resounded through the nations after being stained with a layer of blood red.

Compared with the reputation of today, it is hard to imagine that a year ago, "That One" was a son of exile who had nothing and was exiled to the border by Angru.

The only thing that can be described is the ‘miracle’, right?

Perhaps, this is really the will of God.

Especially after the person holding the rod of fate completely burned the reborn Leviathan to ashes, and turned the clone of the Hundred Eyes into a toy in a bottle~IndoMTL.com~ no one doubts him anymore. The wrist and ability.

"Is it really a human?"

Norman couldn't help shaking his head slightly and murmured softly.

While watching, the mighty fleet is gradually approaching, even without the aid of a telescope, the dark armor covering the ship, the hideous outline and the jaw-dropping main gun can be seen clearly.

Rather than saying that the two sides ‘passed each other’ like this, it’s better to say that one’s side respectfully greeted them.

It's like being on the road, from a long distance, hearing the horn of the cruise, kneeling in the dust on the roadside, bowing his head, waiting in fear and fear for the luxurious reliance to pass in front of him.

Norman couldn't help imposing a revelation movement on himself, and his sight spanned a long distance and landed on the deck of the dark ship.

Among the rigorous guards, one can vaguely see white hair like mercury.

Among them, the young man who was close to him seemed to have a feeling, raised his head, and cast an indifferent glance. The pair of dark eyes seemed to contain an abyss, which stung Norman's eyes from a long distance.

He lowered his head subconsciously, not daring to look again.

Looking away from him, fell beside Norman, and saw the old bishop. Raymond sighed ashamed, and nodded for the offense of his entourage.

The young man smiled indifferently and looked away.

The black ship went far away and did not berth at Port Three. Instead, it drove to the other side of Avalon, passed the array greeted by the Royal Navy, and entered the royal berth.

Until now, Norman breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the cold sweat on his back, and couldn't help but smile: "That's Ye Qingxuan?"

"Yes."

Raymond stared at the place where the black ship was going. For some reason, his expression became complicated:

"The Hand of God·Ye Qingxuan."