"Captain! A new telegram has arrived from Huttonmar."
The sturdy Kervis held a portfolio in his hand, walked straight to Jack who was sitting on the deck, and handed the file over.
"Hetton Mar's telegram, who sent it?"
"Eye of Poseidon, Archbishop Behrens."
Jack's dark gray to almost black eyes changed slightly. He did not expect that the generator was actually the legendary hero of the Poseidon Church, Archbishop Behrens, who was known as the Eye of Poseidon and was also the supreme chief of the Poseidon Law Enforcement Team.
After taking the file bag and pulling out the archive documents, lines of Ghent gradually appeared on a piece of white paper with patterns of waves, lightning, and storms printed on it!
Inform all Poseidon Church bishops, executive bishops, and expatriate bishops!
Event 1: The proud man with authority has appeared in this world, and is initially identified as a young man named Vinerthan Vandero.
Event 2: A god appeared in Faslanka, and the god was revered as the Gray Queen, an ancient god who transcended the Fourth Age.
Event Three: Tracking down the secret organization, Madhouse No. 8!
Event 4: Adam, the Circle of Fate, Above the Red Moon and other ancient angels have come to reality, and they begin to investigate other traces of angels that only exist in myths and legends.
Generator: Behrens!
Jack speeded through the contents of the telegram, and his heart became more and more frightened, especially the information about the descending of gods and the resurrection of ancient angels. He seemed to have foreseen the arrival of the torrent of the times.
Federal Mountains, Ruin No. 009, Reina's city-state!
"Ou Ruo, what should we do now?" A thin black-haired woman in the team stepped forward and asked.
"Damn it, Professor Gray never mentioned that there are sophomores in the points hunting competition. They must not catch them." Ou Ruo frowned and glanced at another stone brick road ahead that was covered by thick fog. .
"Follow me, we'll hide on the other side."
"No problem. If we can escape, we will definitely give those who betrayed our information some pain." As soon as he finished speaking, the team ran away into the thick fog at extremely fast speeds.
After the team of four Sequence 2 priests left, Ron's fat body was shaking so much that he wanted to stand up. The next second, Weinerson's face changed slightly, and he wrapped the sound with spiritual power and spread it to the ears of several people. :
"do not move!"
Ron was about to straighten his knees when he heard the sound and stopped suddenly. He squatted on the spot, like a horse stance, hunched over and hunched over, looking very funny.
"What...what happened?"
In response to Weinerson's instructions, Ron couldn't help but reply. However, although he said this, his body was very honest and he did not dare to make any big movements.
Weinerson didn't explain too much, he just turned his gaze to the place where the four people disappeared before, touched his lips lightly with one finger, and made a "shh" motion.
In the Kingdom of Zambia, this action means "kiss me" and is usually a signal of joy to the one you admire. Of course, in the Kingdom of Ghent, it is just a simple silent action.
A quiet atmosphere lingered among the ruins. After nearly ten seconds, the grass where Weinerson's gaze was projected suddenly trembled. Immediately, several figures flashed out at random. Looking at their clothes, they were the ones who attacked them before. A group of assassination missionaries wearing red and black masks. At that moment, Ron's face changed slightly, and he was a little resentful.
"These little rabbits are very good at hiding, and they actually went to that place."
"Every year there are always interesting situations of one kind or another in the points hunting competition, and this year is no exception. I originally wanted to have a good time, but unfortunately time waits for no one."
"Hey, boss, that Vinassen van der Rohe we met before, is he really Professor Wright's student?"
Looking at the silent surroundings, the young man shook his head and turned to the person he called "the boss".
"Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about. End this mission quickly. There are still very important things waiting for us to do later."
"Okay... okay, boss!"
It was obvious that the young man's body trembled slightly and he could only say one word.
"Let's go, the last moment of hunting."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and headed towards the place where the freshman team was hiding, followed closely by three figures.
"The people in this assassination mission are indeed extraordinary, but are they here to hunt because of their mission?"
Looking at the four people walking away, Weinerson slowly stood up from between the brick walls of the ruins. If he hadn't used his mental power to detect before and knew that there were two waves of teams behind him, he might have been assassinated by the assassination mission as soon as he showed up. Caught in the act.
When Ron saw Weinerson standing up, he quickly straightened his legs and feet, and kept patting his sore calves with his arms.
"It was so difficult just now. I swear I will never squat again in my life."
Karl and Lilith also stood up, and their eyes shifted from the place where the assassination mission left to Weinersen, especially Lilith, whose eyes were more or less twinkling with little stars at the moment. The reminder just now was too much. In place.
"Weinason, can you tell us your current real Sequence rank?" Karl took a step forward and asked seriously. At least judging from the situation just now, it is not something that a Sequence 1 priest can do.
"Sequence 3, mathematician!" Wienerson replied without any concealment.
"Mathematician? It turns out that the Sequence 3 name of a mentalist is mathematician." Lilith sighed suddenly, with a happy look on her pretty cheeks, and her ruby-like eyes curved into crescents. She knew another extraordinary path to the sequence. happy with the name.
Among the few people, Ron was the only one who looked at Weinerson with a horrified expression. He raised his chubby little hands and counted them, "If I remember correctly, Weinerson, you are only 19 years old. A 19-year-old Sequence 3 , is this cognitive?”
As soon as Ron finished speaking, Lilith seemed to be aware of this situation and suddenly woke up. As a one-year-older than Weinerson, she was only in Sequence 1 now. As the Son of God, Carl had lived in the church since he was a child. Now, It’s nothing more than Sequence 3.
"Why are you all looking at me like that?"
"No, it's nothing."
"I am 19 years old. Sequence 3 should be normal, right?"
Weinerson scratched his hair inexplicably. He didn't know that digesting blasphemy cards was not an easy task. There were too many clergymen. It even took more than 5 years to go from Sequence 2 to Sequence 3. Touching the extraordinary, Apart from those sons of gods who live in myths and legends, normal people must be over 17 years old before they can withstand the baptism of extraordinary power.
Is it normal to move through 3 levels in 2 years?
Lilith and Ron looked at each other and their expressions changed slightly. This situation was not normal at all.
Hey, it’s really irritating that people are so different from each other. If it weren’t for the extraordinary train from Faslanka, I would have suspected that he was a holy son raised by some secret family.
