Black sail

Chapter 543 CLXXVII. Revenge

The salt-mining ship is docked at a distance from the shore so it will not run aground.

The shallows were barely wide enough to cover the calves, and the water was so clear that white quicksand was visible meandering on the bottom. The emerald-colored tides were gently surging, and the scorching sun was reflected from the moving lake surface in a kaleidoscope of light, casting a shadow on everyone. In the silence, the waves swayed into murderous intent.

Magnus was surrounded by a fan, and the heavy priests and the Sword of Time trapped him in the shallows. He held an Aran standard saber in one hand and a broken knife in the other. The extremely sharp cold light, every wisp of wind it cut was like the sneer of the god of death.

Several priests with their plate armor cut open were lying on the beach. Their bloated breastplates were removed at an angle, exposing their monstrous purple-black tendons. Their skin was also quite rough, with brown-red bumps.

A Sword of Time also had his dragon-masked helmet slashed open, with blood running down his forehead and face, blocking all vision.

"With the sect's priest as hostage, if I don't see your leader, you will never see him again."

Magnus walked along the beach, causing ripples on the lake water, speaking in a calm tone.

No one dared to move for a moment.

After that, a girl in a purple sacrificial robe ran over barefoot from the salt-mining boat, sobbing with exhaustion. The gravel at the bottom of the lake cut the soles of her feet and dyed the clear lake water nearby red.

Seeing someone confronting these uncommunicative butchers, he seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. He sobbed and knelt in the shallows, splashing the lake water with a plop and grabbing Magnus's trouser leg.

And that’s just the hunt.

Following the scent of bone-chilling fear, that person can catch up with all the exhausted prey.

Magnus looked towards the scratched and mottled salt-collecting ship.

He recognized the man at a glance.

Never wrong.

But it was extremely strange, and there was no ripple in my heart, as if all the environments and situations had been played out millions of times in my dreams.

As far as I can remember, I have never seen Zoth in person, but I have killed him millions of times in my dreams.

"Where is Priest Sharon?"

Zote stepped on the fender of the salt-mining ship. He was not used to wearing religious clothes, and only wore chain mail, breeches and military boots. He was extremely neat. He had an armband with the dragon lord's emblem on his arm and a pair of magic-breaking leather gloves, so he could easily kill those warlocks with many tricks.

Yes.

The tradition of the Witch Hunt Secret Office is still deeply buried in the minds of every remaining undead, completely implanted.

Priests are the highest position in the middle management of the sect.
"As expected... you are just a mortal."

The deputy director of the Confidential Affairs Department is not the evil spirit from the underworld whose eyes reflect the legend, but he is indeed taller than ordinary people.

Strangely enough, Magnus found that he had no hatred towards this person. To him, those blurry faces in the snow were just strangers whose names he didn't even know.

"Are we familiar with each other?"

Zote jumped off the fender, his military boots stepping into the shallows, holding an ordinary Muron standard scimitar in his hand, and slowly approached Magnus.

The distance became shorter and shorter, only twenty horse lengths.

When the priestess girl cried, Zote no longer came near.

Everyone here is his. Even if the so-called champion of the continental martial arts competition is here, it is just a boring competitive game to Zote, and he is just a pig to be slaughtered.

Magnus looked at the girl at his feet and was silent for a while. Unfortunately, he couldn't be distracted now.

“Twenty-eight years ago.

Old Aran, Duchy of Sortland.

It snowed heavily that day, and the whole city was burning."

Unfortunately, Magnus did not know the names of his relatives.

Few people knew Zoth's identity. Most of the priests and Swords of Time present were also ultimate devils. They would do whatever their superiors told them to do, even if it meant killing their pregnant wives.

But a small number of armed personnel from the Vatican in the Court of Arbitration also reacted and had vague guesses, but now it was confirmed.

In the old Aran, the Duchy of Fabrique and the Duchy of Sotland were both famous for their suppression wars. Starting from a long time ago, this vigorous and horrific massacre helped the old Aran, which was on the verge of extinction, to survive for more than ten or twenty years. The wind was rising and the waves were surging, and the quicksand was swirling.

There is something strange about a highly educated clergyman who participated in the formulation of the Aramean calendar and is very familiar with the climate in different time periods around the world.

The wind shouldn't be so strong.

But these are not important. Even if Zoth's true identity is exposed, they will not feel it. After all, those slaughtered by Zoth are not their confidants.

Zote paused for a moment.

Years in prison, years in exile.

Those repressive campaigns have long since become vague phantoms.

But Zote understood. It was probably an old enemy. People of his generation already had one foot in the grave. It was just that when he was the deputy chief, he took a lot of rare things in the world, which made him look like he was in the late prime of his life.

Zote guessed that it was probably someone who hadn't killed all of his family members. As the saying goes, you can never kill someone's entire family, there will always be some that slip through the net.

"Are you kidding?

Who would remember that kind of thing?
Tell me your terms."

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Zote chuckled. He couldn't let Sharon die. When the main construction ceremony of the Black Rock City Cathedral was completed, she would already be a cardinal. If so, his own abilities would be questioned.

Magnus didn't remember either, though.

“What I remember most clearly is…

Holding a knife in hand, I always want to cut something.

Some became cooks, and some became butchers.

It is because of people like us that we have the world we have today.

That's what you said.

My terms are simple.”

Magnus glanced at the girl at his feet. It seemed that there was an additional condition now. "We will fight one on one, a duel of life and death. No matter whether we win or lose, even if I win, I will tell you where the priest Sharon is, and please let this woman leave."

He pointed his knife at Zote, who was twenty horse lengths away.

There is nothing in the world that cannot be solved with a knife. The only thing to consider is whether the knife is fast enough.

The wind blew quickly, blowing across the mirror-like shallows of the salt lake, with scattered yellow sands.

Zote looked at the mechanical arm on Magnus' right hand. The face there vaguely overlapped with the hall-level adventurer he had killed many years ago.

He finally remembered.

In the Duchy of Sortland, he had a child's right arm chopped off. After so many years, the child did not die on the street or become a tragic product of thieves' mutilation. Instead, he grew up to be an expert in this field and was not someone that those cowards in the Judgment Office could deal with.

His smile did not disappear, but the gentleness in his eyes retreated, leaving only a cold light.

"I would love to agree..."

Zote paused for a moment, "But this seems too dramatic for you. After careful consideration, I think you may be the same kind of person as your father, extremely despicable. Your father has been telling dirty lies and begging for mercy like a dog, but secretly following his own will in his heart. The so-called Juedao is a person who deceives the world and steals his reputation. I will kill that evil woman as well."

Past events also came to mind.

If Ognye had not been indecisive, I would have let him do what the king does, seize the throne, and completely integrate the power of Old Alan. But he didn't listen. He didn't take what God gave him, so he had to bear the consequences. If he didn't act when the time came, he would have to bear the consequences. Otherwise, how could I let a kid seize the throne.

"What are their names!"

Magnus' fingers were shaking. He couldn't be distracted any longer and pulled the girl away from him.

The heavy-armored priests and the Sword of Time around them were about to arrest her, but Zote raised his hand to stop them, saying that this woman was worthless.

"Okay, I'll tell you."

(End of this chapter)