Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 627 The Weird Death

The portrait is hot.

The scorching and even tingling feeling was not enough for Cyril to let go of it, but clenched it a little bit.Of course, he didn't dare to take it out on this occasion. If the sharp-eyed and annoying Pelagius Herris saw it, it would definitely cause more trouble for no reason.

You... what do you want to convey to me?

Or is it because of you that I see the truth that they don't?
Cyril stared closely at the picture, vaguely seeing bubbles constantly churning under the pool below; but the content of the picture attracted him even more:
There are only three sea cavalry left to advance.

In just a few seconds, two more people were missing.

"33 nautical miles, fog ~ no abnormality!"

The piercing and sharp broadcast sound seemed even weirder at this moment. Cyril squinted his eyes slightly to look at the place where the man was standing, and suddenly realized that the distance between the man and the host of the screen was a little closer——

He was originally standing three meters obliquely behind the host Priest Kim Trollope, but at this moment he was almost stuck behind Priest Kim Trollope; and the priest hosting the screen was trembling all over at the moment As he spoke, he closed his eyes tightly, and every wrinkled skin on his wrinkled old face was twisting.

"not good!"

Cyril immediately realized that it wasn't just that the picture he saw was different from what others saw!
He immediately wanted to make a sound to remind him, but it was too late and then too soon. After another sharp broadcast, the person who announced it suddenly turned his wrist, and a bone protruded from his wrist, turning into a white and sharp edge. The sharp long blade pierced Priest Kim Trollope's back in an instant!

puff!

A mouthful of blood spattered from the priest's mouth, and the magic circle in his hand collapsed immediately.As the little bit of blood fell into the pool below and turned into flamboyant swirls of blood, people noticed what happened there——

"Priest Trollope!"

"Quinton, what are you doing!"

The announcer screamed strangely and lifted his hood all of a sudden, dodged several guards who surrounded him, jumped down suddenly, and fell into the pool with a plop.

More blood gushed out from his neck, and the guards were anxious to go into the water to pick it up, but they were worried about whether there would be other tricks in this weird pool, so they hurriedly searched for the net bag.

And Cyril clearly saw that the bone in the throat of the announcer named Quinton had pierced his own flesh and blood, and he couldn't die anymore.

Several generals stepped forward to support Priest Trollope who was still standing, checked his pulse and breathing, and finally shook his head.

he died.

Cyril and the others wanted to watch for a while longer, but the Sea God Guard had already surrounded them and "escorted" them back to the vicinity of their residence, away from the square.

"Adrien, what's going on here?"

Although Blake is well-informed, such a strange fact is beyond his acceptance. He covered his heart and smiled wryly: "If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't take up this errand. I didn't come to Xinaowei Port to ask for trouble. Is it?"

Cyril shook his head silently, and then he reached out to touch the coral figure in his arms.

The portrait has turned back to warm and cool, as if it had never been hot before.

"Mr. Wei, there were no fluctuations in magic power just now." Miss Mage's face turned pale. Although she had also faced the undead and was born and died in northern Xinjiang, the undead had never made such a weird scene——

First the ritual water suddenly turned into flames, burning people alive, then the temple men stabbed the priests and then committed suicide.

Is there some kind of curse on this Ufo Island?

"I know there are no fluctuations in magic power." Cyril said softly, but Miss Elf on the side said at this moment:

"I've smelled bad smells before."

"Bad smell?"

"The smell of pollution." Misha closed her eyes slightly, "The Black Forest and the polluted seawater all have this smell."

"So...that Quinton was polluted? Can this pollution still affect people?"

The few of them were whispering, and after a while, there was a rush of footsteps, and the figure of the judge Philip Benjamin appeared in their sight.

"Is His Royal Highness Pelagius Herris here?" He said first, and after getting a response from the people of Ao San Emma, ​​he stepped forward and whispered a few words.

Cyril did not use the listening skill, but only vaguely heard him saying "Your Majesty invites you to speak".

Then he caught the gaze of Pelagius Herris, who walked over with a bit of bravado, like a young master Feng Chen wandering around an underground tavern.

"Count Adrian, then shall I... take a step first?"

"I hope you won't be knocked unconscious by the bishop again." Cyril sent his good wishes with gentle words, but Pelaggios didn't care, and walked away with a laugh.

Then, Philip Benjamin walked towards Cyril and the others.

"Earl Adrian." He walked up to Cyril and said in a low voice.

"Her Majesty the Bishop didn't invite me, right?" Cyril saw him, and the smile on his face disappeared immediately.

At this moment, he could no longer see Philip Benjamin's position clearly—as an ascetic monk, he should be loyal to Urella; but as a member of the Harbor Temple, how much did he know about the bishop's plan? Part of a plan, he was completely unpredictable.

After all, he still didn't understand what the bishop's unclear, but certainly crazy, plan was.

Cyril thought of the red coffin lying in the secret hall again.If Philip Benjamin had the authority to enter the secret hall, then he should know more about the red coffin than himself, so why did he tell himself this news?
Do you want him to investigate?Or did Philip Benjamin have a guess of his own, but couldn't be sure?
"No." Philip replied calmly, "Her Majesty the Bishop invited His Royal Highness Pelagius Heris to solve the problem at sea."

"Is it for the seven Providence-class dreadnought transport ships and the 'Min Corsus' transported by the 'Consul'?" Cyril repeated what Pelagius heard in the secret hall that day. talk.

Philip shook his head: "I don't know... As for me coming to you, I think you should have some ideas."

"idea?"

"Kim Trollope." The adjudicator's face that has never changed for thousands of years suddenly showed a painful expression, he pursed his lips, and the words came out from between his teeth, "He is one of my teachers, Also my best friend."

"I didn't get to witness his death."

He took a deep breath, as if to calm his emotions, and then said slowly: "Is there anything you want to know? I will tell you as much as possible."

Cyril raised his eyebrows.

"Quinton—what's the relationship between that announcer and Priest Kim Trollope?"

"Quinton!" A flash of anger flashed in the judge's eyes, but he suppressed it quickly, and replied, "It's nothing special, he's just one of the components of this screen projection spell."

"One of the components?"

"Kim's task is to project the information obtained by the reflection crystal into this pool." Philip replied, "And Quinton, he is a beast master, he controls his seabird to hold the reflection in its mouth." Crystals fly, so he's in charge of broadcasting..."

Seeing the thoughtful expression of the young man in front of him, he immediately shut his mouth.

Cyril understood.

Priest Kim Trollope was the broadcaster, while Quinton carried the cameras forward.

If the pollution comes from the fog on the sea, and the pollution can affect people—he was still wondering that both of them were on the island, theoretically speaking, they should not be disturbed by the fog, but Philip’s explanation made him understand that the problem lies in where.

Beastmaster.

Quinton is connected to his seabird spiritually, and if the mist pollutes the mind of the seabird, it will in turn pollute Quinton.

It is estimated that the image projected by the reflection crystal has been "tampered" from the very beginning.

The appearance of the coral figure at that time allowed Cyril to see the unmodified picture, what really happened at sea.

Cyril was thinking about how to explain his conjecture to Philip, but at this moment, there was a sound of soldiers running wildly, and he saw a Sea God Guard galloping towards him, full of panic, and exclaimed:
"Master Judge, Lord Judge!"

"The fourteen Saint-class cruisers that went to sea have all lost contact!"

Philip turned around in a huff, stared at the Sea God Guard with rounded eyes, and grabbed him: "What are you talking about? No... come with me to see His Majesty the Bishop immediately."

After he finished speaking, he hurriedly bowed to Cyril: "Count Adrian, excuse me, I will come to you again when I have time."

After he finished speaking, he dragged the Sea God Guard and hurried towards St. Mir's Church.

But the news brought by the soldiers scared everyone present.

"Fourteen Saint-class cruisers, isn't this a whole high-mobility fleet? Are they all lost?" Black patted his heart and frowned.

"The fog has the ability to block the spread of information." Cyril said lightly, "Let's go back to the house first."

"Earl Adrian, please don't take me with you if something like this happens again." Blake Evans smiled wryly, and walked into the house with a slow pace.

As soon as they came back, the knights in the house immediately surrounded them, asking about the situation of the Sea God Guard's battle.However, the expression of the foreign minister made them understand that the Harbor Temple did not bring them any good news.

So the knights backed away disappointed.

Cyril returned to his room, he couldn't wait to take out the portrait in his pocket, and looked back and forth in his hand.

Obviously, the props that appear in his pocket will indeed give him reminders at important moments-but only this level of reminders is obviously ineffective.

He felt that the coral portrait should tell him more.

Is there any way for it to actively pass information to itself?

Cyril was thinking, and his gaze fell to the sink in the room.

He stood up and walked to the basin, which contained a basin of clear water.He thought for a while, and put the coral figure directly into the water.

"If you want me to change the status quo, at least tell me what direction I should work towards—" he whispered, pinning his hope on this portrait.

The white jade coral slowly sank to the bottom of the water as he let go, it seemed that it did not cause any waves and did not change at all.

Cyril sighed, he thought maybe he shouldn't have expected this portrait to do more.However, just when he was about to take it out of the water, the clear water in the basin suddenly lit up——

A faint mist appeared in the water basin, and within the mist, something seemed to be moving forward quickly—it looked like a ship.

Cyril realized that this was the way the coral figure was imitating Priest Kim Trollope, projecting the picture onto himself.Immediately he stared intently at the picture.

The picture gradually zoomed in, and he saw that it was indeed a ship, and it was the "Sage Strike" class that had left the port before.He could see the soldiers on the deck, those Sea God Guards were full of panic, walking back and forth on the deck, their uneasy expressions seemed to say that they had encountered something terrifying.

So what is it?Come on, let me see the truth of the matter—

He suddenly noticed a white line gradually appearing under the sea surface on the other side of the Saint-class cruiser, and something was moving rapidly underwater, chasing the cruiser——

"It's catching up, it's catching up!" Sea God Guard roared on the deck, "Accelerate, go full speed, go full speed!"

However, the speed of the Holy Pawn had already reached the limit, and the white line quickly passed the bow of the ship, and then suddenly broke out of the water!

It was a thick tentacle more than ten meters long!

"Fire, fire!" The soldiers shouted loudly, but the tentacles didn't give them a chance to resist. They just slapped it vertically and slammed on the deck of the cruiser.

In an instant, there was a deep depression on the incomparably solid deck, almost sinking into half of the hull.

The bridge and cabin at the rear were completely torn apart by this blow, and the crew members who couldn't dodge were directly smashed to pieces.

At this time, several magic crystal cannons ejected their shells in a hurry. The powerful shells bombarded the tentacles that were raised again, but they only made them tilt sideways. After a short pause, the tentacles Vertical again, and fell towards the deck!
boom!boom!boom!
Continuously whipping until the extremely solid ship was smashed into scrap iron.Cyril watched the crew members jump into the sea, but they disappeared without even making a splash in the sea.

In just a few minutes, this expensive Saint-class cruiser was completely dismantled.

And the tentacle also slapped itself and turned into winding, it slowly wrapped around the scrap iron that had been dismantled, wriggling constantly—the parts of the ship disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and quickly disappeared.

It's as if it has never appeared on this sea.

And the instigator of all this, the tentacle shook vigorously in the air as if it was full.

Then dived into the water and disappeared.

(End of this chapter)