Black sail

Chapter 545 CLXXIX. Supreme Authority

"I have already let the priest go. Direction..."

Magnus was about to fulfill his promise and die bravely.

"Let's put this matter aside for now. Go get my knife."

Zoth patted Magnus' shoulder with his powerful hand, instructed a clergyman, and stretched his arms. It had been a long time since the Emperor's special pursuit team was disbanded. There had not been such a big scene.

For a big guy with an exaggerated body shape, these toy knives are not effective, so he needs to use real weapons.

I hope the time of imprisonment and exile has not been wasted.

Fortunately, the emperor's finances were not abundant in the early days of the founding of the country, and his sword was auctioned off by a great noble for collection. However, the armor with a crack on the chest was placed in a museum in a province, and it would take some effort to retrieve it.

Fortunately, the knife was already there.

"can not eat."

Garsek grabbed Fafna's hand. She wanted to taste the salt lake. Didn't she see the blood coming out? Humans have a lot of bacteria in their blood. It's really dirty.

"Wow, that guy over there has a cool robotic arm!"

Although Farna was dressed in a suit and had the rather immature appearance of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, her tone of voice was not very concise, somewhere between a quick-trained pirate in Paradise Port and a hairy kid.

Zote's face turned black, and his expression was so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip out of it.

Four heavily-armored priests were carrying a large black wooden box that looked like a coffin. It looked very heavy, and these muscular monsters were carrying it with great effort. On a hot day, the breathing from the cans produced steam-like smoke.

Finally, place it in front of Zote.

Zote untied the rope buckle slowly, reached in with his right hand, and pulled out a pure black broadsword with an extremely exaggerated shape. It is not appropriate to call it a knife.

It was a pure blade without even a handle. The handle was a hollowed-out part of the entire curved blade surface. It was about the same length as Zote's height, a full two meters.

Zote picked it up with one hand and stared at the reflection on the blade. Cicero must be feeling bad now, with one of his legs using a prosthesis. A cripple like this can only do clerical work.

"Old man! Your weapon is so cool!"

There were little stars in Fafner's eyes, she was simply an industrial version of the Sword of Sparta's Ultimate MAX Sea View Tri-Folding ultua. The uncle was a little too young for this man, so to show respect, it would be more appropriate to use the term old man.

Zote tactical black face.

"It's just that your portrait can't keep up. The strength of the character is too low. Isn't it set up that way? Six-star cards are usually beautiful boys. In mobile games, you might be the kind of card that has a guaranteed 10-draw streak. You look very fierce and very strong, but in fact you are just a foil for the beautiful girl's erotic card. Such a handsome sword doesn't match you. So, you're wrong, okay? Sell it to me for 20 copper coins."

Fafner waved her fist, looking as if she was about to teach someone a lesson.

Garsek held his forehead, not really understanding the East China Sea code, "Is it because of that game?"

"Apologize to the senior who said TGA was a fake ranking!"

Fafnir folded her arms and nodded. This was a just statement, the most reasonable one.

Zote was silent for a long time.

"enough."

Zote looked at Fafner.

It seemed as if an unparalleled murderous intent was attacking him, and the murderous thought of death was like a spell that pierced through the soul. Extreme fear passed through his mind, but there was no fluctuation of spell power.

The horses on the beach, including the black horse Zhaoyue, cried out in fear and fled in all directions.

The birds around the salt lake were also frightened away, and the flapping of their wings in flocks looked like the sky was broken.

For no reason, Fafna's heart tightened and she hid behind Garsek. What a scary old man.

"The Aram State Church is performing official duties. All irrelevant personnel please leave immediately."

Zoth had to gather strength, it didn't matter to him, but his personal strength was limited, and the invisible blade was the sharpest, it could cut through the flesh and the heart and the soul.

No matter how many people were killed, the country's destiny could only be cut off by cutting off actions, desires, dreams, and beliefs through the web woven by ideology. The years of imprisonment.

There are only two ways to pass the time in the dark dungeon.

The first one is, of course, no traitor, just some Northern jokes.

The second way is to review how you lost that year.

Zoth had come to the conclusion that the knife was too blunt and the net was too small. Although the Witch Hunt Secret Office was so powerful and invincible, it still lacked something, which led to its defeat in the decisive battle in the royal city.

It was not until now that Zote understood.

The system cannot replace thinking. The fastest knife can cut off the chain of inherited hatred even like a cockroach. The only blame is that Ogné is hesitant. If he follows his own method, he will seize power, reform the king's direct agency independent of the military rank system, and let all the people... join the Witch Hunting Secret Office to hunt and kill people all over the world.

There are only soldiers, non-commissioned officers and sergeants in the secret department of the prey. The three-level system is simply not working. Killing people is useless. Only by making everyone become yourself can you own the property rights and they will never go against your will.

All meanness will be eliminated.

That's why Zote helped Banu.

His knife is faster than it was thirty years ago.

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"Kneel down."

Garsek tilted his head and said coldly, "The dragon's language contains magic."

The invisible gravity suddenly pressed down from the sky, and the entire ground became like a magnet, pulling and adsorbing all the joints of the person and dragging them downwards.

The tide of the salt lake stopped for a moment, as if it was carrying a huge burden. These heavy cans were already extremely heavy, and their feet did not stop moving, and they knelt directly on the shallows.

The Sword of Time present also crouched on the ground to avoid being crushed by the gravity.

The shore seemed to be compacted and the entire land was sinking, forming a half-meter-high stepped waterfall. It was a strange phenomenon that the water in the lake was irrigating the shore.

"Didn't Akasa kill all of you?"

Zote was unaffected and slowly moved towards Garsek.

That wizard drove flying dragons to extinction, and they have become a rare species in today's Western Continent. He used them as experimental material, which also led to the complete extinction of the legendary Gureg Dragon Riders.

Sure enough, those who talk nonsense are all unreliable.

However, is this magnetic spell really a flying dragon? I had the impression that it was just an idiot who only knew elemental magic.

The method of identifying dragons has long been lost, and only the Holy Spirit Church still knows something about it.

Garsek frowned. What's wrong with this guy?

"It's useless. How do you think the Witch Hunting Secret Department rose to prominence? I am one of the best in the world... an expert in suppressing spellcasters. I am the highest authority! It's no exaggeration! The first forbidden magic restraint, release, and completely silence the target."

Zoth clenched one hand in the air, as if he had crushed all the magical power in the space, even the basic units of matter. The invisible magnetic gravity field was instantly disordered, and the lake water was irregularly intertwined and slapped like turbulent currents, and was finally completely disintegrated.

The backlash caused Garsek to lose his balance and he took two steps back, staring blankly at this nearly disfigured man in his late prime.

"This is my final warning. Do not interfere with my duties."

Zoth has no time to deal with Muron's dragon disaster.

He didn't name the knife. Only second-rate characters would do that, even if it was a sharp blade that had been with him for many years.

The best weapon in the world, the one who is good at fighting is nameless.

With a swing of the knife, it was like opening the sea, and huge waves devoured it. A salt-mining ship, along with the figurehead and part of the hull, with a mirror-like cross-section, slid into the lake.

"Who the hell are you trying to fool? What's Yiwu or not? Don't think you can talk nonsense just because you have a nice-looking weapon. I won't give face to anyone whose words I don't like."

Fafner is carrying a huge sword and says, "I'm from the Tōkaidō, who are you talking to?"

(End of this chapter)