Book of Gods and Demons

On August 21st, a white fish belly just appeared at the junction of the East, the sea and the sky.

Near the new pier No. 3, two long artificial breakwaters enclose a large area of ​​the sea. In the middle of the breakwater, which is nearly three miles wide, behind the sandy beach is lined with trees, and the long buildings with red bricks and red walls are neatly arranged. The green trees come from it.

Here is the Royal Naval Academy of Port Tulum.

More than 20 small frigate-level training ships crouched lazily on the berth. Several sailors in shorts and sea soul shirts walked barefoot on the trestle bridge, pulling a string from the cable pile from time to time to pull up. The fishing cage sinking in the sea, check the catch last night.

Several battleships of the Cassica Island Squadron were quietly parked on the sea in the distance, in a battle bombardment formation. The sideboards were aimed at these training ships. Although the gun doors were not opened, the bombardment array still revealed. There was a lot of malice.

‘One, one, one, two, one’!

The high-pitched roar and neat running sound broke the tranquility of the morning.

Teams of sailors dressed in shorts, short sleeves, and light training boots, lined up neatly, ran out of the dormitory in vigor, and started morning exercises on the trails surrounding the entire college.

In the sound of the trumpet, a few ceremonial soldiers raised the flag of the Durham Empire on the large playground in the middle of the academy, followed by the Imperial Navy flag.

Under the leadership of the squad leader, the sailors in the long-distance race began to chant the slogans of "Long live Her Majesty," and "Long live the Imperial Navy."

The loud slogans penetrated the cool air in the early morning, followed a small window the size of a bowl, and passed into the confinement room of the Military Discipline Department of the Naval Academy.

It is three feet wide, eight feet long, and eight feet high. In the confinement room shaped like a coffin, there is only a narrow single bed for people to curl up and a simple flush toilet.

The air was filled with a pungent strange smell, the morning breeze came in with slogans, and the cool wind also took away some of the strange smell from the small window, and at the same time awakened Messingrad who was lying on the single bed.

A few days ago, at the Navy Club, Messingrad saw Joe who looked like "breaking into" the club. He was bloody, like a vicious dog protecting his own territory. He moved the blue and white giant on the second floor aisle of the Navy Club. The porcelain bottle slammed into Joe's head.

Afterwards, Messingrad jumped down from the second floor and flew with all his strength to attack Joe.

He didn't expect that he opened up a sea of ​​power two months ago, and he, who has more than a thousand pounds of power, was thrown out of the street by Joe.

Even worse, because of the dispute he deliberately provoked, he was ordered to be confined by the navy leaders present.

This is the first time Messingrad has been confined.

The small black room is like a coffin. You can't bathe, change clothes, or escape the college at night, go to the Golden Anchor Club or the Pink Mermaid, or other lively bars to find the hot and charming little girls.

Three meals a day, only black bread and water...

Even if he was a Warrant Officer in the internship, even if he was the young master of the Wells family, he was locked in a confinement room, but he did not enjoy any privileges.

The Imperial Navy is also a member of the Imperial Army, and the military discipline of the Durham Empire is undoubtedly extremely strict.

"Joe... I'm going to kill you!"

Messingrad gritted his teeth, slowly got up from the single bed, and then tried to stretch his body.

The whole body was sore terribly, Messingrad moved a little, and there was a crisp sound of knuckle rubbing from all over his body. He gritted his teeth, moved his body vigorously, and then violently kicked the three-inch-thick iron door of the confinement room.

"Bastard, let me out! Damn, that guy, that guy is Joe Jong Witto, the adversary of our Naval Academy, I'm honouring the Academy, I'm venting my anger to the brothers... These **** old men Bastard! Old idiot!"

The sound insulation of the confinement room is good, especially this heavy iron door has excellent sound insulation performance.

Messingrad scolded the senior officers of the Naval Academy, from the dean, the deputy dean, the directors of various departments to the professors of various subjects one by one.

This group of **** bastards, every year and festival, they all smiled and said that they were good friends of the Wells family when they accepted the ‘labor condolences’ from the Wells family!

Good friend, how did you treat the young master of the Wells family?

"Joe... I'm going to kill you... Then, whether Tifa or Weima, I won't let it go." Messingrad gritted his teeth and suddenly chuckled.

He remembered what Patriarch Mordel mentioned when the clansmen of the inner circle of the family gathered some time ago.

The Imperial Navy is preparing to prepare its own Marine Corps, and the Navy has been extremely expensive over the years, so it has invested a lot. The size of the first batch of Marine Corps is about 30 standard combat divisions.

Messingrad will join the first Marine Corps as a seed officer.

Under the operation of the Wells family, and under the care of the elders of the clan who had joined the Navy in previous years, Messingrad is expected to master a combat brigade in just a few years.

The chief military officer of a combat brigade is equivalent to the rank of a colonel!

"Joe, I will kill you!" Messingrad has been imprisoned for a few days. He has been almost driven mad by this small confinement room. He beats the iron door of the confinement room with both hands, constantly sending out messages. Crazy laughter of'haha'.

‘Bang Dang’!

The small window on the iron door suddenly opened, and a pair of deep eyes suddenly appeared in front of Messingrad.

Messingrad shuddered and jumped back abruptly, almost stepping into the simple toilet.

"Who?"

"Warrant Officer Messingrad?" An icy, erratic voice came through the small window.

"It's me...you are..." Messingrad looked carefully at those deep eyes.

"The end of the Wells family is imminent. Your people, except for doing business in foreign countries, and based in other provinces, have all been wiped out... Look at the contribution of the Wells family to the navy over the years, you, escape Right."

"The Duke of Cassica's army blocked the entire Port of Tulum. But I think, with the potential power of the Wells family in Tulum, if you just protect you alone, you should be able to do it."

"Remember your enemy... It's Joe who brought people into the Wells house and arrested your people!"

"Joe Jung Witto... he also severely wounded Mr. Van Lulsen in public... he is your father, isn't he?"

With a ‘pop’, the small iron window suddenly closed, and then the turning sound of the key holder came from the heavy iron door. After a few breaths, the iron door was slowly opened.

Messingrad stood in the confinement room blankly, and then he shivered sharply.

Will the Wells family be destroyed soon?

The members of the Wells family were almost wiped out?

His father, Van Lulsen, was in charge of the armed sailors of the Wells family, Van Lulsen, who was in charge of commanding the family’s armed forces, and Van Lulsen, one of the most powerful giants in the Wells family, was killed by Joe. Small-hybrid-species severely injured in public?

Messingrad panted low and quickly rushed out the door.

Outside the iron door, there are long corridors on the left and right. On both sides of the corridor are closed iron doors, and inside are small confinement rooms.

The corridor was hundreds of feet long, and Messingrad didn't hear any footsteps. The person who opened the door to the confinement room just now disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared before.

Messingrad gritted his teeth and hurried to the exit of the corridor.

In the past, there would be academy gendarmerie on duty here, but today, there is no one on the guard post at the exit.

Messingrad lowered his head and quickly ran along the path he was most familiar with to the most secluded corner of the college. He followed a palm tree that was rubbed smoothly, climbed up the wall of the college in three or two, and then gently jumped off the wall.

Following the cover of the clumps of wood, Messingrad ran quickly across a section of Bottega, bypassing a secluded road, turning into a small alley, and then over the wall into a small courtyard.

When he came out of the back door of the small yard, he had already put on a neat suit.

This small yard was still a small stronghold that was furtively arranged with a lot of thought when Messingrad first entered the Naval Academy in order to be able to climb the wall and go out for fun at night.

He can't go to the bar in a student uniform, right?

Wearing a wide-brimmed top hat and a cane in his right hand, Messingrad hurriedly shuttled through the alleys.

He is a true aboriginal of Tulum Port. He grew up in Tulum Port. In every small alley, there are traces of him fighting and bullying men and women, so he is very familiar with the path.

He first arrived at the headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce under the Wells family. A large group of soldiers stood at the entrance of the Chamber of Commerce building near Old Pier No. 1. The place had been sealed up~www.ltnovel.com~Messingrad turned and left, he went Near the Old Pier No. 1, a stronghold of the armed sailors of the Wells family, there are several large yards filled with the Welles' subordinates.

The doorways of several yards were also full of soldiers, and even through the open door, Messingrad saw a mess in the yard, and there were traces of field artillery shots on the walls of the yard.

"Damn it, **** it..." Messingrad murmured, gritted his teeth and hurried through the small half of Tulum Harbor, looking for several hidden family strongholds in his memory.

Military police stood at the gates of several strongholds, and there were signs of fighting outside.

Messingrad only felt dry and dry, his body shivered slightly, and he looked for the next stronghold.

He must contact the family members, and he must figure out what happened.

"Help, help... I surrendered, I surrendered..."

A stern roar came from the intersection ahead, and an ugly-looking man covered in blood limped and escaped from a fork in the road.

"I surrendered, I confessed... Sir Police... Help..."

‘Boom, boom, boom...’ At least twenty double-barreled fire guns were quickly ignited, and the dense lead bombs made the big man fly, spewing large amounts of blood all over his body.

Messingrad looked at the big guy who was blown away blankly.

The leader of the underground gang fox gang in Port Tulum, the ‘Clown Vic’, one of the peripheral minions raised by the Wells family...

A dozen soldiers and policemen stood at the intersection. Vic was beaten to death in the street. None of them moved.

Messingrad shivered and walked around the block quickly.