"New God?"
Voraksa is quite disdainful. He is holding a demon skull in his hand now. Has he killed many gods?
New God? A joke.
He dropped the skull on the ground.
"Have you dealt with it? It's time to go."
"Okay."
Valeria grabbed those Silence Organization people from the ground with his claws.
Valeria lifted them up, followed Voraksa, and flew out of the palace.
Somewhere in the distance, there was a forest edge that had been damaged by the storm and had not yet been cleared.
Kaidezi stood on a fallen tree trunk, holding a palm-sized magic prop inlaid with light blue crystals in his hand.
The crystal on the top of the prop is glowing slightly, reflecting the outlines of the departing giant beasts in the distance on the surface of the crystal.
She squinted her eyes and watched the two figures getting further and further away, disappearing at the end of the gray skyline.
"It's really an exaggeration..." Kaidezi's voice was very soft.
Voraksa, has been confirmed to be the awakened ancient god Karelia Empire Western Mine.
The ancient existences that have been confirmed so far, Dragon Ancestor, God of Light, Silver Radiance Dragon God, Voraksa, Valeria, as well as the golden three-headed dragon known as "Caesar" and the giant red bird, are all in Vagrian.
It's incredible.
Kaidezi put away the props and jumped down from the tree trunk. She turned around and looked at the colleague behind her who was sorting out the records.
"Also, how is the evil god summoned by those guys Destruction and Revelation Society doing now?"
"Still squatting there, no trouble." The colleague didn't even raise his head.
"Hmm..." Kaidezi frowned.
It's a bit strange, what is the evil god here for?
"By the way, "Scroll Keeper" what do you say?" Kaidezi changed the topic.
"Scroll Keeper said that we need to make contact with Vagrian." The colleague finally raised his head.
"Yeah." Kaidezi nodded.
"Also, Salvation Society has been quite active recently.
, "Moreover, the people marked--Nuoyaji, Chaluoke Weir, Na'er--all have contact with Salvation Society."
"Contact?"
"Intelligence shows that they are actively pursuing Salvation Society in a planned and systematic manner." After a pause,
"It looks like he wants to kill Salvation Society."
"So..."
"So what Scroll Keeper means is that we can help them." The voice of a colleague.
Kaidezi was silent for a moment.
"Okay, which department will do it?"
Colleagues looked at her. "We."
Kaidezi was stunned for a moment.
??
She looked at her colleagues. "Us?"
"Yes." The colleague nodded.
"How to help? We don't even know where they are now."
"Karelia, a city in the south. The specific location is still being tracked."
"Then captain... forget it." Kaidezi's voice was a little tight that she didn't even realize.
The captain has been promoted and transferred to another area. She only received the news yesterday.
She thought it would take some time for her to adapt to life without her captain, but she didn't expect that she would have to perform a mission independently so soon.
Kaidezi took a deep breath.
"Okay, let's go now--Karelia."
United Kingdom of Victoria, eastern coastal area.
Luenxi City.
The name of this city comes from a Victoria explorer who landed here two hundred years ago - "Ruensi" means "red stone" in his native language, because the city's coastline is covered with a kind of red sandstone.
When the sun is bright, the entire port will be dyed with a light red color, like a red carpet.
But there is no sunshine today.
The sky was overcast, and the gray-white clouds were very low, covering the whole city under a dull dome.
The eastern part of the city is the industrial area.
There are many chimneys, one by one piercing the sky, spewing thick black smoke from the top.
There is a smell of sulfur and coke in the air that stings the nose, but people who have lived here for more than three days can hardly smell it - their sense of smell has been completely conquered and they have given up resistance.
The sound of factory machinery sounded from morning to night, rumbling, rumbling, like the breathing of some huge creature.
Dock area.
The water on the ground has not yet been completely cleared. The superstorm that swept across the continent a few weeks ago Victoria coastal areas was one of the hardest hit areas.
The storm overturned more than a hundred ships, destroyed one-third of the buildings in the dock area, and poured huge amounts of seawater into every street in the city.
After the water receded, a thick layer of silt and seaweed was left on the ground. The cleanup work lasted for two weeks and has not yet been completely completed.
At this moment, the mayor is standing by the pier.
His name was Alfred Moran, his hair was mostly white, and he was wearing a dark blue coat with a silver municipal badge on his collar.
Behind him stood seven or eight people-secretaries, assistants, translators, and two uniformed guards.
"Not here yet?" he asked.
His secretary - a tall, thin man in his early thirties, wearing a pair of round glasses - stood on tiptoes and looked at the sea.
"It's still over the horizon. The signal tower just sent back the news that their ship has passed the outer sea warning line, about... there is still an hour."
"One hour..." Mayor Moran turned his stick around in his hand, "Tsk."
"It is said that they live overseas and do not have technology similar to ours..." Mayor Moran said to himself, "They came on an old-fashioned ship. It is normal to be slower."
"Not an old ship."
The secretary corrected, "Yes... how should I put it, their ship uses a sail, but the speed is not slow.
Previous reports submitted by the intelligence agency said that Donghe Country's shipbuilding technology is even more advanced than ours in some aspects-"
"No matter how fast the sail goes, how fast can it go?" Mayor Moran disagreed.
The secretary opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again.
He knew there was no point in arguing with the mayor on such a technicality.
Moran The mayor started twirling his cane again.
After walking around for a few times, he suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "By the way... how are those guys doing lately?"
The secretary's expression changed.
"After receiving our warning, the movements were indeed quieter." The secretary's voice was also very low, so low that only two people could hear it.
"But it didn't stop. It just turned from the bright side to the dark side."
Moran The mayor's brows furrowed.
Those guys...
A small organization calling itself "G".
A few months ago, I suddenly appeared in Luenxi City. I rented an abandoned warehouse on the east side of the dock area. After simple renovation, I put up a sign - "G Trading Company".
Moran Mayor almost couldn't help laughing when he heard this name for the first time.
"G Trading Company", what the hell is that name? It doesn't even have a full name, just one letter. This kind of name is either chosen casually, or it doesn't want people to remember it.
But then he stopped laughing.
Because the "sincerity" of this "company" is too great.
They found the city hall and submitted a request for official registration information, attaching a thick stack of materials - company articles of association, business scope, personnel list, source of funds...
The most important thing is that there is a heavy small bag included with the materials.
It is a gold bar of extremely high purity.
The quality was so good that the three appraisers he called all gave the same conclusion, "The purity is so high that it cannot be produced with the smelting technology of this era."
This kind of "sincerity" made Mayor Moran unable to refuse.
So "G Trading Company" was officially registered and established in Luenxi City.
Then they started "researching".
Mayor Moran didn't know what the specific research was. He only knew that starting three months ago, a strange smell began to come from the warehouse area rented by G Trading Company.
Then there was noise, not a machine sound, but like something breathing.
And then...
biology.
Moran The mayor saw it with his own eyes once.
That day, he was riding a carriage through the east side of the dock area and saw an employee of G Trading Company - a man wearing gray overalls and a hat moving a cage out of the warehouse.
The cage is not big, about half a meter square, and is covered with black cloth.
The man carried the cage onto a carriage.
A corner of the black cloth was blown up by the wind.
Moran The mayor saw something in the cage.
A mouse.
No, it's not a mouse. It's a... how should I put it... something that should not belong to a mouse grew out of a mouse.
wings.
The wings of a bat are membranous, folded on both sides of the body, and are about the same size as a mouse's body.
The mouse's back also had a row of small, bony protrusions, like thorns that hadn't fully grown out yet.
Is it a monster? No, there is no monster like this yet...
"No," Mayor Moran said to himself in his heart, "I will report it to His Majesty the Emperor tomorrow."
But he knew that he had said this many times.
Every time it's "tomorrow".
"Coming, coming, they are coming!"
The secretary's voice came from the side, interrupting Mayor Moran's thoughts.
Moran The mayor raised his head and looked toward the sea.
On the horizon, a black spot appeared.
Moran The mayor's eyes slowly opened wide.
That's a ship.
But not the "old-fashioned ship" he imagined.
The hull is very long, about 80 meters, not much shorter than the main battleship of the Victoria Navy.
The hull was made of dark wood - he couldn't identify what kind of wood it was. The surface was as smooth as a mirror, giving off a dull sheen in the cloudy light.
The wind made the sails bulge, and the speed of the ship sailing on the sea was... not slow.
Faster than any sailboat Mayor Moran has ever seen.
"This..." Mayor Moran opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
The secretary stood next to him, his eyes shining under his glasses.
"I said," the secretary whispered, "Their shipbuilding technology is not backward."
Moran The mayor ignored him.
His eyes fell on the bow of the ship.
The ship is getting closer.
People on the dock began to get busy - those who moved ladders moved ladders, those who pulled ropes pulled ropes, and those who prepared ceremonial guards prepared ceremonial guards.
Moran The mayor straightened his collar, straightened his back, put his cane under his arm, and hung his hands on both sides of his body, making a "I'm very stylish" look.
The ship has docked.
on deck.
Kamiizumi Nobutsuna stood on the bow of the ship, looking at the city in front of him.
His expression remained unchanged.
It's not because he doesn't find it novel, but because he never shows unnecessary expressions in front of others.
"It would be great if Towa could change like Victoria..."
An emotional voice came from the side.
Kamiizumi Nobutsuna tilted his head slightly.
The speaker was a young man wearing dark gray scholar's clothing. His hair was meticulously combed, and he had a pair of thin-rimmed glasses on his face. He was holding a book in his hand, which was a well-bound Victoria language textbook.
His name is Hayashida Nobuyoshi, and he is one of the few "returnees" from Donghe Country.
When I was young, I studied abroad at Victoria for eight years, majoring in political economics.
After returning to China to catch up with the civil war, he hid in his hometown in the countryside and wrote a book about the political system. After the civil war, the book was regarded as one of the "Foundation Programs" of the new regime.
Now, most of Donghe Country's government affairs are handled by him.
"Humph."
Another voice came from the side, with obvious ridicule.
"What's so good about this crappy place?"
The speaker was a young man in his early twenties with short yellow hair.
He was wearing an off-white windbreaker - Victoria style. The hem of the windbreaker was blown by the sea breeze. He had one hand in his pocket and the other hand holding a toothpick in his mouth. He looked carefree.
His name is the swordsman of Kazama Hayato. Heavenly Sacred Mountain, and the disciple of Kamiizumi Nobutsuna - if the word "disciple" can describe the subtle relationship between him and Kamiizumi Nobutsuna.
"Say, boss." Kazama Hayato turned his head and looked at Kamiizumi Nobutsuna, "Why are you still wearing this old-fashioned kimono? It looks too old-fashioned."
The sword flashed.
I don't know when a knife was placed on Kazama Hayato's neck.
The blade was cool against the skin.
Kazama Hayato looked down at the person holding the knife.
A young woman stood next to him, her face expressionless, her long black hair blown by the sea breeze.
Her name is Kokonoe Yuki, she is also the swordsman of Heavenly Sacred Mountain and another disciple of Kamiizumi Nobutsuna.
"Haha..." Kazama Hayato forced out a smile, "Don't get excited, little guy."
Kokonoe Yuki said nothing.
"Okay."
Kamiizumi Nobutsuna spoke.
The sound was not loud, but Kazama Hayato and Kokonoe Yuki retracted their postures at the same time - Kazama Hayato took the toothpick out of his mouth, and Kokonoe Yuki put the knife back into its sheath.
"This time we are here to have a cooperative conversation with Victoria." Kamiizumi Nobutsuna said, looking away from the two disciples and returning to the dock that was getting closer and closer.
"Why are you talking to them?" Kazama Hayato spoke again.
"I remember didn't we often trade with the Coral Alliance before? And you still need to do this in person?"
Kamiizumi Nobutsuna was silent for a while.
"Because Victoria... needs an ally more." He said, "And we, too."
Kazama Hayato was stunned for a moment.
This answer... he didn't fully understand, but the teacher's expression made him stop asking further questions.
"Okay," he said, "So, what Conference of All Nations are we really going to attend?"
"Yes."
"Are there many strong people on this continent?"
"A lot."
"Is there anyone stronger than you?"
"Very much."
Kazama Hayato's careless expression finally disappeared.
He glanced at Kamiizumi Nobutsuna, and then at Kokonoe Yuki next to him - Kokonoe Yuki's expression did not change at all, but her hand unconsciously touched the handle of the knife.
"Okay," Kazama Hayato said, his voice lower than before, "That's really an exaggeration."
"We're here."
Hayashida Nobuyoshi's voice came from the side, with a hint of excitement.
The boat slowly docked and a ladder was set up on the pier.
On the pier, Mayor Moran was already standing at the front with his people, with a standard politician smile on his face.
"Hello, respected Donghe Country messenger--" he spoke in Victoria.
"I am the mayor of United Kingdom of Victoria Luenxi City, Alfred Moran."
Hayashida Nobuyoshi took a step forward and replied in the same standard Victoria language, "Hello, Mayor Moran. We are--"
In the distance, at a stall.
Chaluoke was sitting on a bench, holding a steaming bowl of soup made of unknown material in his hand, and blew it into his mouth.
His expression was calm, but he kept looking at the group of people coming off the boat in the direction of the pier.
"So, what are they doing?"
Chaluoke asked curiously.
Nuoyaji sat opposite Chaluoke, also holding a bowl of soup in his hand, but did not drink it.
His eyes were also looking in the direction of the dock, but he was a little more thoughtful than Chaluoke.
"Donghe Country's person." Nuoyaji said. "That's Kamiizumi Nobutsuna. We met at Vagrian."