Black sails

Chapter 545 CLXXIX. The Supreme Authority

"I have already let the priest go, direction..."

Magnus was about to fulfill his promise and die bravely.

"Let's put this aside for now, you, go get my knife."

Zot's powerful hand patted Magnus' shoulder and instructed a clergyman, moving his arm. It has been a long time since the Emperor's special pursuit team was disbanded.

For a big guy with an exaggerated body, these toy knives are not useful, and real weapons must be used.

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

Fortunately, the Emperor's finances were not abundant in the early days of the founding of the country. His sword was auctioned and collected by the great nobles, but the armor with a crack on the chest was placed in a museum in a province, and it would take some time to get it back.

Fortunately, the knife is already there.

"It can't be eaten."

Garsek grabbed Fafnir's hand. She still wanted to taste what the salt lake tasted like. Didn't she see the blood coming over there? Human beings have a lot of bacteria in their blood, which is very dirty.

"Wow, that guy's mechanical arm over there is so handsome!"

Although Fafna was dressed in a suit and had the appearance of a 16- or 17-year-old girl, she didn't speak in a very concise way, somewhere between a quick-trained pirate in Port of Heaven and a hairy kid.

Zot's face was dark, and his expression was so gloomy that water was about to drip out.

Four heavily armed priests carried a large black wooden box that looked like a coffin. It looked heavy. These muscle monsters were extremely exhausted in carrying it. On a hot day, the breath from the cans produced steam-like smoke.

Finally, it was placed in front of Zot.

Zot untied the rope buckle slowly, reached in with his right hand, and took out a pure black broadsword with an extremely exaggerated shape. It was not appropriate to call it a sword.

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

Zote picked it up with one hand, staring at the reflection on the blade. Cicero must be feeling bad now. With one leg using a prosthesis, such a cripple can only do clerical work.

"Old man! Your weapon is so handsome!"

Favrna's eyes were full of little stars. It was simply an industrial version of the Spartan Sword Ultimate MAX Seaview Trifold ultua. For this man, the uncle was a little too young. To show respect, it is more appropriate to use the old man.

Zote's tactical face was dark.

"It's just that your portrait can't keep up. The character strength is too low. Isn't that the setting? Six-star cards are generally beautiful boys. In mobile games, you may be the kind of ten-draw guarantee. You look very fierce and very strong, but in fact you are a foil for the beautiful girl's erotic card. Such a handsome knife is not worthy of you. In this way, you are wrong. Sell it to me for 20 copper coins."

Favrna waved her fist, looking like she was going 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 is a fake list!"

Favna folded her arms and nodded. This was a righteous statement, the most reasonable episode.

Zot was silent for a long time.

"Enough."

Zot looked at Fafna.

It seemed that there was an unparalleled killing intent coming, and the killing intent of death was like a spell that penetrated the soul. Extreme fear passed through the mind, but there was no fluctuation of spell power.

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

The birds around the salt lake were also frightened away, and the fluttering of their wings in groups was like the shattering of the sky.

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

"The Aran Ecclesiarchy is on duty. Unrelated personnel should leave immediately."

Zot must accumulate strength. He doesn't care about himself, but his personal strength is limited. The invisible blade is the sharpest. The blade cuts the flesh and the heart cuts the soul.

No matter how many people are killed, it will not work. Only by cutting off actions, desires, dreams, and beliefs through the net woven by ideology can the country be cut off.

Years of imprisonment.

There are only two ways to pass the days at the bottom of the dark dungeon.

The first is naturally, there is no traitor, and some jokes from the North.

The second is to review how they lost that year.

Zot has concluded that the knife is too blunt and the net is too small. The Witch Hunt Secret Office is so powerful and unmatched, but it is still missing something, which is why it was defeated in the decisive battle in the Royal City.

Until now, Zot has understood it.

The system cannot replace thinking. The fastest knife can cut off the chain of hatred inherited by cockroaches. I only blame Ogné for being hesitant. If I follow my own method, let him seize power, reform the king's direct agency independent of the military rank system, and let all the people... join the Witch Hunting Secret Service to hunt people all over the world.

The Witch Hunting Secret Service only has soldiers, non-commissioned officers, and sergeants. The three-level system is simply not working. Killing people is useless. Let everyone become yourself, then you have property rights and will never disobey your will.

All meanness will be eliminated.

That's why Zoth helped Banu.

His knife is faster than it was thirty years ago.

"Kneel down."

Garsek tilted his head and said indifferently, the dragon's language contained 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 people 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 loaded, and their feet did not stop moving, and they knelt directly on the shallows.

The Sword of Time present also squatted on the ground so as not to be crushed by the gravity.

As if the shore was compacted, the whole land was sinking, forming a half-meter high stepped waterfall, showing a strange phenomenon, and the water in the lake was irrigating the shore.

"Didn't Akaza kill all of you guys?"

Zot was not affected at all, and slowly approached Garsek.

The wizard exterminated the flying dragons, which became a rare species in the current Western Continent. He used them as experimental materials, which also caused the legendary Gureg Dragon Rider to be completely cut off.

Sure enough, the stuff that talks about gods is unreliable.

However, this kind of magnetic spell is really a flying dragon? I remember that it was a fool who only knew elemental magic.

The way to identify dragons has long been lost, and only the Holy Spirit Church knows some of it.

Garsek frowned. What's wrong with this guy?

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

Zot held one hand in the air, as if crushing all the magical power in the space, even the basic material units. The invisible magnetic gravity field was instantly disordered, and the turbulent lake water was irregularly intertwined and slapped, and finally completely disintegrated.

Garsek, who was backlashed, had an unstable center of gravity and actually took two steps back, staring at this man in his late prime who was almost disfigured.

"This is the last warning. Don't interfere with my official duties."

Zot didn't have time to deal with Muron's dragon disaster.

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

The world's sharpest weapon, the good fighter is nameless.

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

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

Farrna carried a huge sword, I'm in the Tōkaidō, who are you talking to?