Book of Gods and Demons

The whistle roared.

A large number of sailing warships lined up in a tight formation, weakly marching towards Tulum Harbour under the watch of the giant metal ship.

The night was dark, huge searchlights were on on the huge metal ship, and the bright beams of light illuminate the sea and illuminate the channel. These searchlights are brighter than the spotlight gas lamps commonly used in various countries today, and they use electricity instead of gas.

A group of coalition navy generals stood on the bow of a metal cruiser, staring blankly at the beams of light that tore through the night.

"This is the crushing of science and technology..." An aristocratic and knowledgeable lieutenant admiral murmured: "Unless they have a warship of the same level as them,... the Durham Empire will become Medland's. the host."

The Durham Empire already has the strongest army on the mainland.

His only shortcoming is the navy.

Now, this short board has been supplemented, and the combat power of the new navy far exceeds that of the army of the Durham Empire.

All the captured admirals wailed in their hearts.

They have seen the unstoppable rise of the Durham Empire, and they have also foreseen their own decline.

The huge fleet is heading towards Tulum Port, and there is still a short half-day voyage from Tulum Port.

On the west side of Cassica Island, among the two large military ports, one of them is huge, and only the most basic metal giants armed with near-anti-aircraft armaments are docked at the port. Teams of elite Cassica garrisons are lined up. The team came on board.

These Garcija garrisons are the most elite army in the hands of the Duke of Ross.

They have all modified new ordnance, new assault rifles, high-speed machine guns, high-speed guns, as well as mortars and field guns of various calibers.

A large group of small airships suspended above them. These small airships are all filled with high-pressure gas tanks and new incendiary bombs. A cable connects these small airships with the giant troop carrier below. The sea breeze blows gently, and the airship is on the battleship. The top of the sway gently.

The deep whistle sounded.

The Garcija garrison has all boarded the ship. Hundreds of large troop carriers, under the **** of dozens of metal warships, left the port in a mighty manner, and gradually accelerated towards the port of Tulum.

The heavily armed soldiers were sitting in the cabin and standing on the deck.

Their morale is high and their murderous intent is bitter.

On them, a faint red mist gradually rose, and the killing intent of hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers became one piece, turning into a large patch of scarlet evil spirit that was invisible to the naked eye and enveloped the entire fleet.

Joe was sitting in the bridge command cabin of a metal battleship, and beams of light occasionally swept across the bridge. The dazzling light swept in through the bulletproof glass windows, illuminating the scene in the command cabin black and white. Everyone All of his faces seem to have become silhouettes.

Qiao sat quietly.

Scarlet evil spirits rolled from all directions like a tsunami, pouring into his body continuously.

Joe's body looked like a bottomless pit, devouring the incoming power frantically.

In his body, in addition to the four basic element qi veins, the qi veins connected with his spirit sea, energy sea, and power sea have all been broken.

Among the seven qi veins, one cavitation flickers like stars.

Under the scarlet evil spirit infusion, these air pockets continue to expand and become stronger, and a little bit of crimson light condenses and forms in the air pockets, turning into a thumb-sized multi-faceted crystal suspended in the air pocket.

These multifaceted crystals are condensed from countless fine runes, and each rune can pull the elemental energy in the void, and then burst out terrible lethality.

Over Joe's head, a dark beam of light rushed nearly a hundred feet high. The beam of light penetrated the ceiling of the bridge and penetrated into the unfathomable void.

This is the qi pulse corresponding to Qiao's spirit sea, and the four basic elements are constantly pouring into his spirit sea along this qi pulse. Joe's soul is like a wild beast, devouring the four basic elements, constantly strengthening himself and wondering himself.

Joe's mental power turned into a huge spider web, spreading in all directions.

His soul perspective is like a god, entrenched high in the sky and clouds, overlooking the huge fleet that stretches for dozens of miles below.

He has a feeling that as his soul continues to strengthen, his soul power can provoke the elemental restlessness in this void with a single thought, and set off a terrible natural disaster within his sight.

Then, Joe, who was immersed in a strange state, was startled by a burst of heart palpitations.

He opened his eyes abruptly and took out the card that Sherlock had given him from the secret pocket on his chest, which represented his apprenticeship in Al's organization.

On the delicate card, a trace of ominous blood flickered.

A wave of faint fluctuations of consciousness floated out in pieces, and Joe seemed to hear Sherlock's howling and cry for help.

"I have something to do... When Tulum Port is recovered, I will come to you."

Joe strode out of the bridge and closed the thick metal hatch with his backhand.

He stood on the flyover outside the bridge, looking up at the sky.

In the dark blue night sky, a bright moon was shining brightly.

There was an impulse in Joe's heart, and he suddenly felt that he could do it.

The gust of wind roared, black mist spread out from the void, and the roar of several larvae hydra was heard in the distance, and Joe's eyes turned crimson, spewing out a crimson light several feet long.

Seven qi veins gush out from the body and plunge into the Dirac Sea.

The huge elemental power whizzed in, and Joe roared in a low voice, and his body flew up into the air, burning black flames all over. The black flames and the black and blue night sky merged almost perfectly, but everyone who saw Joe from far and near felt that there was a radiant sun burning in front of them, and the bright light almost blinded their eyes.

Qiao flew up.

His body smashed into the air, ripped apart round bursts of air in the sky, and flew northward at a terrifyingly high speed.

Amidst the loud noise of the ‘bang’, Joe’s speed kept increasing.

In just a few breaths, Joe’s flying speed surpassed the highest speed of the Celestial Chariot. He pulled out a mile-long light tail behind him. His whole body was like a sharp arrow tearing through the air. It is still accelerating.

One minute later, Joe's flying speed stabilized at about twelve times the maximum speed of the Celestial Chariot.

At this speed, he flew from Tulum Port to Hyderabad, which is an hour's time.

Flying all the way, Joe clutched the card Sherlock gave him.

His spiritual power enveloped the surroundings, and his soul felt a little guidance in the dark. He followed some of his own instincts and flew straight in the direction of Sherlock.

In the northern part of Upper Rockson County, on the edge of the oak forest that stretched for hundreds of miles, beside a beautiful small lake, Sherlock's mount, the blood-drained gray leopard fell.

Sherlock, covered in wounds, stood trembling in the wetland by the lake, holding a sword in his right hand, and his whole body tensed, looking nervously at the one in front of him wearing a coarse white robe, with white hair as shiny as brocade. , The man neatly scattered behind him.

This person's appearance is the same as that of a person in his thirties, with a reddish face and no wrinkles.

However, from the vicissitudes of his eyes and the aging aura in him, everyone would ignore his appearance and intuitively tell everyone that this is an old man, an old man... old man knows he has lived for hundreds of years. Old monster.

In front of this guy, Florence, who has lived through the reign of three emperors in the Durham Empire, may be just a young boy.

Sherlock stared at the man fiercely.

The man is holding a dark yellow stick, which has become oily and slippery due to years of rubbing and playing with a thick layer of wood stick. He looked at Sherlock calmly, and said softly: "Sherlock? As the swordsman of the organization, you should understand your responsibilities...you should use your sword to protect Al's interests, not..."

Sherlock interrupted the man's words: "Your interests are not Medland's interests...what do you want to do?"

The man drooped his eyelids, and he said faintly: "We are going to do a great thing."

Sherlock's face was distorted, staring at each other firmly: "So..."

The man said softly: "So, some sacrifices cannot be exempted..."

Sherlock ‘haha’ laughed: "Including Al’s own brother?"

The man shook his head: "Some outdated, conservative-minded, trite people, they are no longer qualified to be Al's brother... Sherlock, times have changed, people like me who are much older than you, I have all begun to adapt to the changes in history, and you, how many years have you joined Al? You have been brainwashed by Al’s hypocritical purpose."

The man smiled: "An equal, open, and mutually supportive communication platform?"

The man shook his head: "We have controlled the power of this platform, so why can't we control more things?"

Sherlock gritted his teeth and looked at the man: "So, you can sacrifice a lot of people who shouldn't have sacrificed, UU reading www.uukanshu.com to realize your ambitions? Even..."

The man nodded: "Yes, what's wrong with our ambition?"

The man smiled brightly: "Even, we want to usurp Al's supreme rights. Isn't this a very reasonable humanity?"

The man gently pressed his right hand on his heart, and he whispered: "I am a member of Aier's level 30, a waiter, and I understand my humbleness. I always bathe in the brilliance of'wisdom' and serve'wisdom'... "

"Above me, thirty-level reciter."

"Thirty-second level climber."

"The 33rd-level gatekeeper is the closest to true wisdom and truth, and can be called the existence of gods."

"They are the real top-level existence of Al... But for so many years, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-third, where are they? What are they doing? I can occasionally receive orders from them, but I have never touched them personally."

"Since they live as legendary and mysterious as myths... Then, let us replace them and let us Al, become a real powerful existence that can influence and rule the entire world."

"This is the ambition of the kings of Florence, and it is also the consensus of our higher-level existence!"

The man roared loudly.

Sherlock suddenly raised the sword in his hand, and the sword turned into a cold light, which pierced the man's heart.

The man shook the wooden stick tightly and yelled, "I said, there should be light!"

The lakeside wetland a mile around was shrouded by a strong, impurity-free light.

The terrible high temperature enveloped everything, and Sherlock let out a terrible howl of pain, his limbs were instantly burned to fly ashes by the high temperature, and his eyes were burned into two black holes in an instant.