Chapter 83

Off Anthony harbor, black ship.

Nearly 80 meters long, the unique sails are placed on both sides of the ship like wings, and form an angle of 60 degrees with the horizontal plane. Magic light sweeps over the ship from time to time.

The black boat looks like an abandoned ghost ship, and the interior is no different. Near the stern of the ship, a huge church shaped building with a vault is in shadow.

A group of hooded and armor clad combat nuns knelt on the deck outside the church door, praying. A nun, covered in full armor, stood at the bow of the ship and looked forward. The distance was dark and the sky and sea were indistinguishable.

The nun's armor was as white and smooth as ivory. It was covered with wax seals and prayer papers symbolizing purity. A amulet with complicated lines was hung around her neck. Her scarlet cloak rippled in the sea breeze as if blood were splashing.

In the middle of the breastplate, there is a white cross pattern. At the cross position, there is a crystal carved into the shape of a skull, surrounded by flame lines.

What's more striking is that her carved face with sharp edges and sharp lines appears on a woman's face, which highlights the strong character and style of the line owner. Only the bloody tear shaped tattoo at the corner of her right eye can make her have a little color.

"Lord selistein, 20 minutes ago, we once again tracked down the void shock caused by the son of disaster, and the target has been confirmed to be hidden in port Anthony." A fighting nun holding the convent flag walked quietly behind her.

The nun, known as Lord celesteyn, did not respond. The flag bearer seemed to be used to the silent response.

In fact, every time the black ship sailed, the nuns used to keep this silence during the four month voyage. In addition to the high passion in the battle, they were like the silent nuns in front of them, restraining their own desires and even any superfluous emotions.

In addition to the necessary dialogue, even communication is omitted as much as possible. Shangdejianmo is the creed of nuns.

The flag nun continued her report task: "my Lord, this time the intensity of the shock has been reduced a lot, far less than the strength of the ipsilon level disaster son, and the frequency is also a long time apart. The clerical nun Catherine suspects that there are witches in the city to help the newly awakened disaster son."

Silent nun celisteyne nodded to show that she knew and pointed her hand to the front.

"Yes, the scarlet shroud will arrive in port Anthony in four hours, and the fighting nuns will be ready for the war." The flag nun bowed back respectfully.

More than 40 combat nuns on the deck knelt on one knee in the cold sea breeze, and small prayer voices echoed around the black ship.

Over the deck, into the cabin, the precarious flames, which provided limited light, grew darker and darker as we went to the bottom of the black ship.

In the shadow, statues similar to the nuns are covered with dust. The statues gaze at all the creatures passing by with godless eyes, and walk down the stairs and the low hatch doors. A painful sense of loss flows out of every plank that makes up the boat.

Death and despair hang over here.

If you have night vision ability in a closed room without light, you will find that the room is covered with all kinds of purity seals, holy words, prayers and magic symbols. There is no gap in the floor, wall and ceiling.

A 17-8-year-old girl was sitting cross legged in the middle of the room. She was wearing a very delicate dress with many elaborate embroidery embellishments, which was out of tune with the environment in the room.

The girl has long fingers and fair skin. It seems that she grew up in a superior living environment since childhood. However, the girl is sitting in this room without any light, and still keeps her elegant posture, which is enough to reflect her inner tenacity.

Long chains from the four corners of the room connect the girl's limbs, leaving a deep trace on the delicate skin of the girl.

The girl's expression with a trace of doubt, seems to see something that surprised her: "Carlo, is this also the guardian of your creation?"

Xu Yichen in the dream battlefield has just chopped off the head of a shark man. He curled his lips and felt that he had been involved in the disaster.

Xu Yichen took a machete that had been snatched from the shark man and turned his hand to open up a salted fish.

In the distance, a giant octopus, much higher than the building boat imagined by Carol, emerges from the sea of blood, or a monster similar to an octopus. The octopus monster opens its tentacles and climbs close to the ship in the sea of blood.

Under the impact of the octopus, the huge building ship almost toppled and capsized.

Xu Yichen stabilized his body with the weapon in his hand. Looking at the human monster with Zhangyu head, he emerged from the abscess of Octopus like a parasite, and ran along the tentacle to the most obvious target on the ship, the giant Bart.In this battle of willpower, what you should do is to secretly observe where the key points of dreams are, where chaos is disconnected from dreams, instead of being entangled with cannon fodder like a soldier.

Originally, Xu Yichen also planned to observe the dream, evaluate the power of chaos here, and observe the resistance will of girl Carlo.

As a media that may become a communication chaos, whether the new witch Carlo has the qualification to be saved should be determined by her performance in the dream, but with the appearance of the mysterious silver haired woman, all this has no meaning.

Although the girl Carlo's willpower has not successfully resisted the invasion of chaos, she has shown enough will to resist. Xu Yichen is qualified here. No one can expect a girl who has not experienced the wind and rain to have how tenacious will.

If the witches don't train her well in the future, Xu Yichen will correct this mistake by himself, but now?

"You have a good father!" Xu Yichen said, and then with a sharp blade in the arm to draw a long wound, the wound blood just touched the air, it turned into a flame!

In the blazing fire, Xu Yichen's figure gradually became clear, as clear as that silver haired girl!

Instead of harming Xu Yichen, he felt as if someone who had been living in a mining asteroid suddenly breathed the air from the nature, which was refreshing.

With Xu Yichen stepping past, a fire is burning on the deck, where the chaos of the shark pirates disappeared.

It was like a fiery King patrolling his own territory, and there was silence around Xu Yichen. Only the crackling sound of the burning fire was like the cheering for Xu Yichen's coronation as king.

I am the king of dreams, Xu Yichen said in his heart, I warned you before, chaos.

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