The moon and stars are sparse, and the waves are rolling.
Go through the forest and avoid the checkpoints. With Unicorn Nick's foot speed, George and Joan of Arc rushed to the sea closest to the Red Scale Lake as quickly as possible.
The power of the tide is particularly turbulent at night, with fierce sea winds and large waves constantly rushing towards the shore. Coupled with the extremely dark sea at night, it is like an ancient beast opening its boundless mouth, trying to swallow up all the small land.
But such bravado was far from enough to slow down the pace of George and his party. Seeing that there was a suitable summoning place not far away, before Unicorn Nick could stop, George and Joan of Arc dismounted and galloped to their footing. , Joan of Arc slammed the long-awaited summoning circle to the ground!
"Captain George, please help me!"
Before Joan could even finish her words, a surging and gentle blood energy flowed along George's palm and entered Joan's body.
As early as when she was speeding on the road, Joan of Arc had discussed the summons with George. For Joan of Arc, summoning two emperor-class battleships twice on the same day is really unsustainable. Even if there are enough magic potions to support her in summoning the magic circle, the mental power required to maintain such a huge summoning circle is not magic potion. can be replenished in a timely manner.
Maybe coca powder can aid in mental recovery? George thought of the half-elf boy Black Knife who he had forced to give up drugs. He shook his head and rejected the plan immediately.
"Among the secret arts of the blood clan, there are also spells similar to life-based healing. It is called blood sharing. This variant of the secret technique can also transform the therapeutic effect into sharing the burden of mental and magical energy. Although I can't count it. It’s a specialization, but I think this secret technique can also help Your Majesty the Saint.”
"Then I sincerely pray that your strength, Captain George, can bring us the results we both most expect."
…
The Holy Lady underestimated her prayers, and even more underestimated the blood energy that George passed into her body. At the moment of contact, the archangel armor behind her automatically burst out with light, and the angel wings spread out, like a miracle. While it was moving, it also cut a dazzling knife edge into the darkness.
"Alas……"
George didn't know if other people would bow devoutly when they saw this light wing. Anyway, George felt like he was sweating.
These are not beautiful angel wings at all, these are two rows of Jedi lightsabers! What's worse is that the power of this angel wing obviously comes from the Archangel Michael. Both the purity and power of the light energy far exceed George's upper limit of defense!
It seems that the Archangel Armor sensed the abnormality in the blood energy, so it ran out to protect its master. If it weren't for the fact that George had no ill intentions towards Joan of Arc, the Light Wings did not directly target George. Now George would have been in the light for a long time. The moment the wings appeared, they were cut into pieces of sashimi as thin as light paper!
However, danger is danger, and the summons cannot be given up halfway. After realizing that the two bird-man wings had no desire to attack him, George stretched his neck back and tried to calm down. With his trembling right hand, he stretched out a finger and gently placed it on Jeanne's back. , using the mildest energy fluctuations, continuously transmitting blood energy to Joan of Arc.
When George persisted in this awkward posture for more than an hour, and finally couldn't help but want to twist his stiff waist, Joan of Arc in front of him turned her face, her face full of disbelief. , there was even a hint of crying in his voice.
"Captain George, the summoning of ships was successful...but...but!"
"Do we have three ships?"
The moment Joan's words fell, George also raised his head. At the end of his field of vision, two extremely familiar battleships were floating on the waves.
As he expected, the Undead Legion did indeed move out in advance, and the moment they surfaced, they locked onto George's two battleships. After a hard battle, the shells of the two battleships had left traces of different sizes. There were holes and cracks in it, and the crew members were also covered with fatigue and scars left by the fierce battle. The weak ordinary soldiers under Arthur suffered heavy casualties.
George and Jeanne spent three hours on the journey, and one hour spent summoning the ship. After all, four hours have passed. Four hours! George still doesn't know why the ship summoning spell that originally took six hours was shortened by five-sixths this time. But fortunately, the casting time was greatly shortened this time. Otherwise, George would probably only have a bunch of people left to face. Broken metal and the corpses of a group of comrades!
"I thought that after so many years of development, the Reapers would be able to compete with the undead army to some extent, but now it seems that the strength of the undead army that the Pope has accumulated over so many years is simply beyond imagination."
After this battle, George wanted to let his men rest and heal on the spot and ask for information about the undead army, but right now, there were more troublesome things waiting for him.
"The Reapers are listening to the order, all personnel are ready for battle, and the artillery is aimed. We are in trouble again!"
Two consecutive days of high-intensity fighting caused many of the vampires to fall asleep on the spot after being summoned to the sea. However, under George's order, they were forcibly awakened by their comrades, and their nerves were tightened again.
Everyone did not dare to be careless, because only half a mile away from the White Pearl and Noah's Ark, a four-masted warship with the same huge size was lying there quietly.
According to Joan of Arc's information, this ship "incidentally" appeared in the sea when she summoned George's two battleships. Judging from George's experience, there is a 80% chance that this kind of unexpected situation without warning will not be a good thing.
The remaining 20%?
That must be something really bad!
An enemy?
Is it a friend?
I don’t know when the waves that were originally crashing on the shore disappeared, and the sea area that I could see turned into a piece of stagnant water without wind or waves.
Has the wind stopped, or has the sea become still?
"It's the power of the domain, or the power of the water element. If I remember correctly, only those 'old acquaintances' have this power."
George gave up and turned his hands away, quietly clenching his palms into fists and pressing them against his back. Seeing this, the vampire men lowered their arms that raised their weapons. However, if you look closely, you will find that the vampires did not fully insert the long sword. Sheath, arrows unloaded from the crossbow——
This is one of the communication codes among the Reapers, which means pretending to be disarmed and ready to fight at any time.
Appearing at this time when the reapers are at their weakest, even if they are "old acquaintances" who have had business dealings with George, George will never dare to completely let down his guard.
After all, George didn't remember that he asked them for help.
However, no matter how embarrassed he is, basic etiquette cannot be omitted. This is a rare habit that George picked up from the wine ponds and meat forests of the human aristocrats Yingying Yanyan.
"Greetings from long distance, mermaid princess, what kind of wind brings you here."
After turning into blood mist and flying to the sea, with the help of magic power, George "stood" steadily on the sea and performed a standard aristocratic salute to the calm sea. Not far in front of him, a graceful mermaid girl was escorted by two mermaid warriors, facing George's eyes.
"Greetings from Jiu Shu, Commander George, we are following the instructions of the supreme oracle and are here to support our allies!"
…
An hour ago.
Under the sea of the Golden Sea, the Kingdom of Mermaid, Atlantis.
A hundred years of silence are like a day, a hundred years are like a day of solemnity. Even if the sun cannot touch the trough of the sea, every late night, the magic barrier of Atlantis will flash with the light of the night stars, reminding every mermaid that it is time to rest.
However, unlike other mermaids who lie down and snore in the light of the stars, as members of the royal family of mermaids, they spend their nights under the altar with their eyes closed in prayer.
This is the required lesson for Mermaid Queen Mora and Mermaid Princess Maul when every star comes. In front of them, several huge tentacles on the altar are swaying in the wind, slowly but rhythmically——
Crusu, the oldest and most primitive Kraken of the mermaid clan, gave birth to countless sea creatures and witnessed countless historical rises and falls.
Usually, mermaid queens do not need their gods to personally send oracles. Observing the frequency of swaying tentacles every day is enough to judge the emotions and thoughts of the gods. This is also a required course for every generation of mermaid queens.
Mermaid Queen Mora of this generation is naturally aware of this, while the young Mermaid Princess Moll lacks some of her mother's stability and patience.
"Moll, lie down. The prayers continue."
Even with her eyes closed, Mermaid Queen Mora could still clearly sense her daughter's small movements. But recalling that she was so naughty and mischievous at that age, Maura couldn't help but sigh secretly.
"Moll, you have to understand that the will of the gods is fleeting. If we cannot capture and understand this will, the gods will have to expend additional power to deliver the oracle afterwards. This dereliction of duty is no small matter!"
"Yes Yes Yes."
…
Mother Mora's earnest education is endless, but the mermaid princess Mora only feels a little bored inside. Her little mind is filled with longings and fantasies about the world beyond the seabed, as well as unexpected visits from foreign guests.
Just like the strange human ship that suddenly came to the bottom of the sea a few days ago, Mora clearly remembered that the leader of the ship was named George Lucifer.
Suddenly, a weak but clear wave of magic power came over. If you say it is weak, it is because the magic wave is as weak as a grain of sand falling into the lake. If you say it is clear, it is because the lake has already There was silence for a long, long time.
Later, the tentacles standing on the altar also sensed the fluctuation of magic power. The huge tentacles became a little restless. After waving quickly and powerfully from left to right for a few times, they returned to their original calm and rhythmic swaying.
"Plane...change...go to...land...to join forces...with him?"
Interpreting the rhythm in this situation for the first time, Mermaid Princess Moir felt a little uncertain about the result of her interpretation.
"The plane is about to undergo a big change. Next, bring the elite to the land to join forces with 'him'."
The Mermaid Queen's interpretation is more clear and convincing.
"Moll, haven't you always wanted to go to the outside world? God only gives you a chance this time."
"Great!"
Mermaid Princess Moll raised her arms and shouted excitedly, every inch of her face showing happiness and excitement. However, after her excitement subsided for a while, the mermaid princess realized a new problem.
"Mother, who is he?"
"Oh, who else could it be?" The Mermaid Queen touched her daughter's head lovingly, her eyes full of worry for her daughter who was about to travel far away.
"Human businessman, George Lucifer."
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