Son of the Tower

Chapter 338 All Roads Lead to Death

What kind of life is the Sea Clan? To be honest, Mars doesn't know much about it. Compared with the Sea Clan, the children on the top floor are more like human beings—whether it's their psychology, appearance or behavior.And the priestess in front of me is more like a loach without legs - of course, you can't say such things, or if a sea tribe kills you, the people on the ground have nothing to say, they can only say that life and death have fate, she gave birth to you die.

"The people on the ground always have enough imagination. This time they put the ceremony below the surface, so in order to start the ceremony, they have to dig up the surface... In fact, if it is a summoning ceremony, there is no need to dig up anything." Mars invited her to the rooftop of the hotel. After enjoying a flight, the pride in her eyes immediately disappeared.

Under her explanation, Mars understood how some rituals work: "Speaking of which, if they don't dig it out, what will happen if the seawater pours in from the underground water pipes?"

"You see, this is the weakness of the people on the ground." She smiled, and there was some expression on her smiling face that Mars couldn't understand.

But Mars still smiled: "No, this is because people on the ground have learned to accept the cruelty of this world. Unlike in the sea, there are too many sufferings on the earth, so we build wonders and create miracles."

"And then turned the world into such a horrible look." The priest ended with a smile.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the sky is getting darker and darker. The drone in the north of the city has switched to the infrared imaging lens, and Meng Zou sent a new message to Mars.

They finished their breakfast and started down south.

"Your Excellency, are the living corpses from the north starting to go south?" The priest looked at Mars and revealed this little secret.

Mars nodded calmly: "How do you know?"

"The sea breeze brings their stink. They travel through the underground passages of the old era. Those underground passages do not welcome us sea people, and we will be hit even if we get close." The words of the priest made Mars stunned—— Are the maintenance and security systems outside these underpasses still working until now?

"The technology of the ancestors is beyond our reach. Your Excellency, they once created the star ring and got rid of the shackles of the planet under our feet." The priest said here, with a trace of melancholy in his eyes: "The ancestors I still prefer the ground, even if there are cities under the water, but it is also a city without water."

The ancestors mentioned by the priests should be the old age humans in our mouth.

Mars was silent for a while, and was finally attracted by the shouts from the distant square.

They dug up the surface, and the ritual was about to begin.

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The plane took off on time, and Claude Dauphin was sitting in the first class with a smile on his face.

As expected of Thai Southern Airlines, it is punctual, saying that it takes off at four o'clock before dawn, it will take off at four o'clock, and it will not work one minute earlier or one minute later.

Abiding by the rules, there were still vacancies in the ordinary class, but the entire crew still rejected the pleas of several families who felt wrong to pay several times the price to board the plane.

"Sir, your coffee." The service staff brought coffee to Claude, he took it with a smile, said thank you, and at the same time was a little curious: "Why did you refuse them just now, they have a lot of money, and I personally I think that even if you share it together, you can get a lot of money."

Regarding this question, the young service staff smiled and shook his head: "This plane has just received information that someone wants to complete a certain ceremony, so in order to prevent the disaster from spreading, we have rejected all additional boarding requests, and you, You booked your tickets days in advance."

"Yeah, who knew at that time that all this would happen." Claude smiled and echoed the words of the young girl in front of him.

After she left, Cloud glanced at the island below through the porthole.

There is nothing wrong with dark clouds overwhelming the city, but in Claude's view, no matter how dark the sky is, there will be sunshine piercing through it all.

Of course, all of this has nothing to do with him. The former leader of the Chaos Sect and the current investment immigrant Claude Dauphin is sitting on the flight to the four islands-Tainan is not impossible to return, but that is his sadness after all. Earth, and too close to hell, too far from heaven.

The four islands are now enjoying peace. Although Northernism and the royal family have not yet reconciled, at least they have not fought.

In the entire Eastland, there are only two paradises today. If you don’t go to southern Thailand, then the four islands are definitely a better choice.

Run it, friends, I hope you have a better ending.

Wait, why not Peninsula?
Crazy southern cultists are now on the verge of a breakdown because their god has never responded to them.

And the crazy Yankees believed in Northernism and vowed to eradicate the capitalists and Southerners who brought pain to the earth.

Remember, children, people are responsible for their own safety.

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Yang Kapshkin stood at the scene of the ceremony. Half an hour ago, his brother Claude, who had completely surrendered to him, told him a little secret——Claude Dauphin got on the plane and was about to flee.

escape?right now?
Jan Kapshkin was a little surprised, because now the fruits of victory were laid out in front of them like ripe peaches.

Why did he flee? Isn't it a good thing to welcome the righteous god together?

The old man was puzzled, but soon he didn't care about the man who left.

Anyway, it would be good to share the benefits without him alone.

Looking at the magic circle at the ceremony and looking at the young sacrifices, Yang Kapshkin somehow thought of his youth.

When I was young, I only remembered the wind and snow in the north, almost unchanged throughout the year. Finally, when I was 15 years old, Jan Kapshkin spent all his money and bought a plane ticket to escape from the frozen land.

Surviving on the four islands was not easy, but a great northernist Confucian helped him.

"Do you believe in Northernism that will bring a better future to this land?"

The old man was a fanatical northernist, and he acted like a saint in every word and deed. It's a pity that some people don't think so.

On that day, Jan Kapshkin was 19 years old, and his adoptive father was assassinated on the streets of Tokyo. The adults said that it must have been done by an assassin of the royal family.

Because their armies were advancing on Tokyo, that year, civil war broke out.

Yang Kapshkin became a man, he wanted to avenge his adoptive father like crazy, but in the end he knew a conspiracy.

An assassin from behind, a poor old man betrayed by his comrades, a young man blindfolded by ideals.

Jan Kapshkin eventually left there, he no longer believed in any doctrine.

Perhaps, all the injustices on this land can be changed with the power of a god beyond the extraordinary.

(End of this chapter)