She couldn't help complaining: "What on earth did you do?!"
"We faced the siege of four knights. Your uncle Joel used the large-scale Origin Stone technique. Unfortunately, he was successfully attacked by the Unarmed Alliance. The arrow almost killed him."
After Henry was able to breathe, he relaxed knowing that Joel was okay.
At the most critical moment, he pessimistically thought that maybe only Sylvia and Abigail could break out of the siege. He and Joel had to answer here. Unexpectedly, a person suddenly appeared and rescued them.
The man did not leave his name. He was only known to be a black-haired mercenary who used two swords and left in a hurry.
"The arrow missed the vital point. The reason Uncle Joel fainted was due to excessive blood loss and excessive physical exertion. Leave it to us. It will be fine."
The medical team members carried away the injured, and Grace finally had time to take care of her father. She had never seen such a fierce Mr. Arizona Earl.
Sylvia drank a glass of water and asked, "Is this your daughter?"
Henry nodded: "Isn't it cute?"
Grace: "..."
Blushing inexplicably, Mr. Earl went too far. How could he praise his daughter's cuteness in front of so many people...
Sylvia said calmly: "I also have a daughter, who is also very cute."
The bagpipe hiding in the corner: "..."
Still not going out.
I won’t be able to see anyone anymore.
"Dad! Let me take care of your wounds. It's true, you're covered in wounds!"
Grace took Henry away aggressively.
Sylvia thought, your father was very cruel back then. He led a group of civilians to attack the Londinium garrison camp and captured two weapons depots. If the enemy had not had cannons, the outcome would have been hard to say.
It seemed like someone was watching me.
Vaifan looked up and met Aslan's eyes. She slowly stood up and her eyes changed.
Is that the princess?
The lion's golden hair, strong physique, and piercing eyes.
Sylvia thought a lot. Twenty years ago, her spear fought for Aslan, and twenty years later, she actually saw an Aslan with pure blood.
if……
No, there is no if.
…
Rhode Island land cruiser.
Zhou Jinru ushered in a new guest, a guest he must face with caution.
Warlord Kjerag, wearing a black coat, stepped back into the docking area, his cane gently tapping the ground, followed by the Messenger and Jiao Feng.
"Ally, long time no see, you gave me a big surprise."
"That's what I think too. I hope these surprises don't turn into shocks in the end."
Zhou Jinru rarely wore a helmet, and Silver Gray was the target he had to deal with.
Only after entering into the will of God did he know what the ice crystals on Silver Gray's chest meant.
He is indeed the second divine will of this land, but some ancient existences, although not as powerful as the divine will, are not very different.
For example, the one on the snowy mountain.
Yin Hui looked away. He walked beside Zhou Jinru and said calmly: "The allies should be looking for help now, right?"
Zhou Jinru was noncommittal: "The person who needs help is not me, but everyone. I believe Casimir will soon send letters to all countries because we have a common enemy."
Although the ship made an emergency landing in an area that had nothing to do with surrounding countries, it didn't mean that people would turn a blind eye. Kjerag was one of them. In just one day, Silver Gray had already arrived.
"Rhode Island Pharmaceutical Company will provide corresponding help. After all, we are only a pharmaceutical company with limited capabilities."
"Of course, no one will ask pharmaceutical companies to go to the battlefield. We can agree on this, ally, and there is one more thing I want to confirm with you."
"What?"
"How much life do you have left?"
Zhou Jinru stopped and Yin Hui was the first person to reveal his thoughts.
"There are many more. At my level, life is almost endless."
Yin Hui chuckled: "You don't have to lie to me."
That ship was taken down by Zhou Jinru. It was impossible to break through the opponent's protective shield and metal shell without paying a certain price.
Yin Hui has a certain understanding of God's will, and it is basically impossible to hide it from him.
He sighed: "One-tenth has been used."
"Ally, what did I do wrong to make you so wary of me?"
Yin Hui came a little closer, his lips almost touching Zhou Jinru's ear: "You can't lie to me, one third, you have already used one third of your life."
The Snow Overlord straightened up, with a faint smile on his face, and continued in a normal tone: "Ally, the only person who can help you now is me, you can trust me."
Zhou Jinru said nothing.
Yin Hui seemed to be sure that he would seek help from him.
Life is extremely important to a person, even if he has such a will, after exhausting his life, he falls into a deep sleep, and when he wakes up again, he has lost his age.
…
Great knight collar.
"I didn't expect to see the Iberian Tribunal here."
Gladia sneered, holding the long sculpture in her hand, and beside her were Skadi and Ghost Shark.
The Iberians are as old-fashioned as they come across, with eccentric personalities and follow their creed.
"I didn't expect to see a deep-sea hunter here either."
The leading member of the Inquisition wore a hood and a coat that covered his whole body. The only thing that stood out was the black lantern hanging on his waist.
There are four people in their group. In terms of number, there is one more than the Deep Sea Hunter, but in terms of strength, Skadi can sweep them all by himself.
"There are not many deep-sea hunters alive now. I remember you, Gladia. I didn't expect you to come to land."
The speaking member of the Tribunal took off his hood, revealing an old face.
Gladia's expression suddenly froze, and she whispered: "You are still alive?!"
"I'm almost dead, let's do something before I die."
Skadi asked: "Who is he?"
"He is the elder of the Tribunal who witnessed with his own eyes the sinking of the Deep Sea God by Agor's deep sea fleet a hundred years ago, but at that time he was just a combatant dispatched near Saltwind City."
Gladia's description did not attract much attention from the elders of the Tribunal.
He said calmly: "It was not your Agor's deep-sea fleet that sank the God of the Deep Sea. With your strength, it is far from possible. Otherwise, there would be no Great Silence. No one knows about the Great Silence now. After that, how many of Agol’s underwater cities survived.”
Gladia said indifferently: "We don't pay attention to these, Iberians, tell us your purpose!"
"Cooperation, I'm here to seek cooperation."
"cooperate?"
Will the Inquisition, which has eyes higher than the sky, seek cooperation from deep-sea hunters?
Gladia sneered in her heart.
