LOL: The dark goddess covets me!

Chapter 56
A few hours ago, beyond the Holy Haze of Blessed Island.

Dozens of Kamavia densely packed battleships carry thousands of troops across the eternal sea.

On the main ship named "Iron Knight", Hecarim stood at the bow, wiped the neck of an innocent sailor captured from the Python Islands, and kicked him into the sea, a cruel look flashed across his face. expression.

And the deck under Hecarim's feet has already solidified a large amount of blood, proving that this is not the No.1 he killed.

"Lord Hecarim." An old and deep voice sounded behind Hecarim.

Hecarim suddenly restrained his expression, frowned and squinted his head to look.

Wrinkled, with sunken eyes, the basically unsmiling counselor Nunio Nechrit walked over with a hunched body.

"Master Nechrit."

Hecarim nodded, put the bloody saber back into its scabbard, waved his hand casually, and all the soldiers of the Iron Legion beside him retreated.

He glanced past the old man, glanced at the imperial chariot parked on the upper deck, then looked back, and met Nekrit's cloudy eyes.

"How about it, have you found a way to break through this fog?"

Nekrit shook his head, "I have tried several kinds of magic artifacts, and I have roughly analyzed that the energy of this mist is essentially arcane energy. I have nothing to do for the time being."

He paused for a moment, and then added: "However, I remember a magic item that can dispel the fog... It is matched with the once lost Holy Grail of Michael, and it is hidden deep in the secret vault of Kamavia."

"You mean... Michael's Crucible?" Hecarim frowned.

Although most of Kamavia's treasures are on the surface, Foyego trusts the quack warlocks and rewards them as treasures, thus overdrawing the accumulated national power for thousands of years.

However, in fact, most of the charlatans were arranged by Hecarim, just to steal the treasures of the king's capital, Alovedra, to the Iron Fortress, which belonged to him and the Iron Group.

Among them, there is the former treasure of Kamavia, the legendary magic bell that can eliminate all curses-Michael's Crucible.

"That magic item can guide spiritual magic in the spirit world, and react strangely with arcane energy. If I have it, I think I should be able to open the fog."

Neklit seemed to be hinting at something, but from his always stern face, Hecarim couldn't see his true thoughts.

An old fox half buried in the ground!
Hecarim cursed inwardly.

Nekrit has been watching what the Iron Group did from beginning to end, but the veteran of the two dynasties who has served the Hegayari royal family for decades turned a blind eye to their actions.

Hecarim didn't know which side this old guy was on, but keeping him would definitely be a threat to his future rule.

Suppressing the killing intent in his heart, still smiling gently on the bright side, Hecarim said: "I have ordered the Iron Group to bring all the remaining magic items in the treasury. If Lord Nekrit needs it, I will send it immediately Let's go look for the scuttle crab."

Nekrit nodded, "Did Lord Hecarim ask any questions from the sailors of the Python Islands?"

"There is no news about the first 27 people, and I don't have any hope for the remaining few."

Afterwards, Hecarim complimented: "It seems that if you want to enter the Blessed Island, you have to rely on you, Lord Nekrit."

Nekrit remained silent, stepped on the blood on the ground to the side of the boat, and looked at the sky above the towering haze in the distance.

"The dragon we brought has been silent for a while."

Hecarim stood beside him. "Perhaps it has burst into the mist and started killing."

"Perhaps." Neklit glanced at Hecarim, "But if all the people on Blessed Island are dead, we may not get news of the Water of Life. If His Majesty blames it..."

"Don't worry."

The corner of Hecarim's mouth curled into a vague smile, and a fleeting bloodthirsty gleam flashed in his eyes.

"The Iron Group will search every corner of their city."

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The bright moon is in the sky, and the sea breeze is gradually rising.

Tonight, the lonely and boundless Sea of ​​Eternity has joined the Kamavia fleet, making the atmosphere a bit more noisy.

On the Iron Rider, Nekrit stood at the bow, holding a golden bell about the size of a palm, engraved with complex and wonderful lines, from the Iron Group.

I heard that there is a magical mist around Fuguang Island, and outsiders can't get in at all.

In order to be able to plunder the island, Hecarim brought a considerable part of the treasures "stolen" from the Kamavia treasury before he left, and put them in the warehouse on the back of the swift crab pack beast.

Fortunately, the "Michael Crucible" Nekrit needs is among the treasures.

Nekrit closed his eyes and focused, chanting words, but did not make a sound.

Within a moment, Nekrit opened his eyes suddenly, the cloudiness in his eyes was gone, and the blue light was dazzling, completely overshadowing the light of the torch.

He just stretched out the hand holding Michael's cauldron and spread the palm, the yellow bell itself was covered with blue-white light and suddenly lifted into the sky, drawing a bright trail in the dark night sky, as if falling from the sky into the mortal world meteor.

Nekrit took a deep breath, opened and closed his left and right hands with the same blue and white light, and drew a mysterious and complicated pattern in front of him.

When the last stroke of the pattern is completed, there is only a light and distant sound, as if the bell swaying in the depths of the soul rings crisply in the depths of the thick white mist.

Immediately afterwards, the haze in front of everyone's eyes seemed to be pulled from the middle to the sides by invisible big hands, directly tearing open a hole enough to allow dozens of Kamavia warships to pass through at the same time.

And the utopian island that everyone longs for is close at hand.

There was a brief silence, and the crew of almost all the ships cheered enthusiastically. They couldn't wait to conquer this legendary island.

Attracted by the joyful breathing of the soldiers of the Iron Legion, Fyego just stepped out of the imperial chariot, his eyes widened immediately, and ecstasy appeared on his face.

"Blessed Island... the water of life! Isolde, you are saved!"

He yelled like a child who got his favorite toy, and no one was more excited than Fiego at this moment.

Afterwards, Fiego immediately ran to the captain and grabbed his collar with both hands, "Quick! Immediately! Pass my order, let's land on the island!!"

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When the Kamavian soldiers landed from the ring port, almost all the golems were activated from the standby state, as if they were connected to a wireless network to synchronize data, and they all faced Kamavia's army in unison.

Among the golems, the Kamavia dragon, which lost its voice in the afternoon, stands out, but now it has almost no flesh and blood, only a skeleton left.

But the burning red light in the pair of sunken eyes, as well as the black death energy and gloomy red glow wrapped around the scaled skin clinging to the keel, are enough to show that it is still maintaining an unknown "active" state. .

Seeing this scene, Hecarim and Nekrit who had just stood on the flat ground frowned at the same time.

In the rear, dozens of common soldiers who followed Fyego carried the imperial chariot up to the flat ground and set it down.

Wearing a three-half crown, wearing a black breastplate, and wearing a purple-black exquisite king's robe, Fiego walked out of the room deep in the imperial chariot and looked around.

"Be careful, Your Majesty, those untouchables seem to have known the news of our coming in advance, and specially arranged these magic puppets to prevent you from obtaining the water of life!"

Hecarim had already mounted his armored black warhorse in iron and chain mail, and was pacing back and forth in front of the imperial chariot, brandishing a strange-looking curved-edged sword and halberd in his hand.

Nekrit climbed onto the imperial chariot by stepping on the flesh made by the general army, stood beside Fiego, and shouted loudly to the scholar road that was leading straight up in front of him, no one was there:
"Voyego Santiarul Morah of Kara Higayari, king of Kamavia, is here! My king is the holder of the king's blade Mu Qing, queen of the lion, lord of the east, And the winner of the Battle of the Flushing Plains!
"My king is coming to Guidao in person, where is your monarch or the leader of the parliament? Why don't you show up to meet him soon?!"

No response.

Fiego pushed away Nekrit and walked to the front of the imperial chariot, with a gentle smile on his face, completely gone from the previous gloom, like a perfect gentleman who governs the country well and is courteous.

"Respected monarch or leader of the parliament, I am here today because Guidao is famous all over the world for its virtuous talents. I just ask you masters not to hide, and to give you generous advice!"

There are still only golems and undead bone dragons watching and waiting, other than that, there is nothing else.

As time passed by, the smile on Foyego's face gradually disappeared, turning into an expression of fear and grief.

To everyone's surprise, he knelt down directly facing the conspicuous shimmering light tower on the upper floor, with his hands open, in a humble begging gesture.

"Your Majesty! Absolutely not!"

Nekrit was shocked, and immediately went forward to pull Foego up, but was stared back by his cold eyes, shook his head and stepped aside with a sigh.

Afterwards, the tearful Viego bowed and begged:
"Kamavia is a huge country that has been passed down for thousands of years. The monarchs of all dynasties have never knelt down to worship. Today, in order to save my queen who is poisoned, I am here to kneel down and beg you, not as a monarch, but simply As a man who loves his wife...

"I beg you, save her, save my beautiful Isolde!"

The night sky was silent.

The soldiers did not dare to take a breath, only the restless hooves of the horses trampled on the marble floor.

Hecarim, who was already furious when Fyego knelt down and begged, offered slander: "Your Majesty! You make such a gesture, but these untouchables refuse to even meet face to face. They really don't take you seriously! "

He waved the curved sword and halberd, turned his face and looked coldly at the golem puppets blocking the ship's harbor, "Please allow me to lead the iron group and conquer this city-state!"

Fyego, who didn't get any reply, was disheartened, and stood up again with the help of Nekrit.

His right hand poured down to the right, and a silver giant sword with double handles appeared out of thin air in Vyego's hands.

This giant sword has a smooth and slender appearance. A dark green gem is inlaid in the first section of the sword, and the handle of the second section is like a silver cross. The center and end of the connection are cast with a golden symmetrical pommel.

With a cold face, Fyego raised Mu Qing, pointing the tip of his sword at the Tower of Light.

"The whole army obeys the order, kill me in!"

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Complementary map
Ledros and Viego
Vinix
(End of this chapter)