Poseidon in Tomorrow's Ark

Sora looked at the scene in front of him. "No matter how many times I watch it, when Ms. Mostima casually swings her staff, the results are always exaggerated."

Croissant pointed at the gangsters around him and said, "Those mafia guys are scared silly."

Angelus knocked out the dumbfounded gangster: "Hey, shouldn't we knock out two more now?"

Mastema looked at Gambino with a smile and asked, "What's wrong? Don't you want to continue?"

Gambino stared at Mostima: "...Maybe you do have some strength, but I swear I won't let you get away easily."

"Don't be so murderous all the time, just think of it as an after-meal exercise - hmm." Mostima shook his hand indifferently but suddenly his expression changed.

"What, what happened? Did the flames just now solidify?" A gangster rubbed his eyes. He just saw the flames in the air solidified like glass crafts.

Mostima shook his head: "...It seems that Is just passing by here, so let's make a quick decision."

Gambino struggled to stand up: "What are you talking about to yourself? Face me!"

Mostima dodged Gambino who was rushing towards him and said, "You are becoming more and more agitated. As a family leader, this is not conducive to controlling the battle situation."

Gambino glared at Mastema: "Tsk! Your effortless look is really annoying!"

Mostima just smiled and kept waving the staff in his hand, and a faint light kept flashing in the ring on the top of the staff.

Wherever the light reached, an arc spread out in the surroundings, and the gangsters affected screamed: "Magic! Get out of the way!"

The gangsters on the other side wanted to help, but were stopped by their companions: "Don't make things worse, we can just deal with Penguin Logistics!"

Texas looked at the gang that was gradually closing in again and said, "...We seem to be underestimated. Let them see what we can do."

"Understood! Hey——!" Croissant swung the hammer in his hand hard and smashed it on the ground. The visible shock wave knocked down the gangsters who gathered around him.

The wings behind Archangel seemed to glow brighter, and the firing rate of the gun in her hand increased significantly.

Texas' figure flashed in front of several gangsters, and before those gangsters could attack him, they fell to the ground, and their lives or deaths were unknown.

As for Sora? Well, please leave her alone, she's just an idol, and while she's a good fighter, she's just an idol.

Baisong looked at Mastema, who was casting spells among the crowd with ease: "This is the messenger, Mastema..."

Baisong then looked at the others who were killing people in the crowd and said to others: "Messenger...are all the messengers outside like this?"

Until tonight, Baisong had never thought that the job of a messenger would be so exciting and wonderful. Yes, Baisong did not feel uncomfortable because of this. On the contrary, the movement of swinging the shield, which was originally a little hesitant, became more and more smooth.

Suddenly Baisong stopped moving, and asked in a strange tone, "Is the wind blowing?"

Just as Baisong said, at this moment, the wind was slowly blowing around, and the wind came from nowhere.

Mastema turned around to feel the sudden wind.

"Wind?" Mostima suddenly shouted, as if he had discovered something: "Texas, retreat, quickly!"

Texas nodded and realized that something was wrong with the wind around him: "Got it!"

At this time, the surrounding buildings seemed to be shaking, and the dust seemed to be lifted up by the vibration and flying in the wind.

"Hey! Why is there an earthquake? What did that warlock do?"

Mastema put away his staff and looked at the gradually rising dust around him: "Really, old people are always so impatient."

Xiyue smiled and looked back. A circle of light was rippling under her feet. The surrounding sand and dust were blown into the range of the light circle and bounced away.

"Rather than saying that the elderly are impatient, it's more surprising that they are the ones who are starting to get into trouble now because they have caused so much trouble."

"That's true." Mostima nodded in agreement with Xiyue's statement, and stepped back, just avoiding Gambino who was rushing over.

"Don't even think about running!" Gambino wanted to rush forward, but was stopped by the sudden increase in the wind and sand. The rough sand blew on his face, causing him pain: "Ugh..."

Capone looked at the sudden increase in the wind and sand and realized what was going on: "Tsk, this is a spell, retreat first!"

"Sandstorm? Why is it here?" Gambino raised his hand to block the sand that kept blowing towards his face. Through the gaps between his arms, he looked at the sandstorm in front of him where he could hardly see any human figures.

"Is the situation a bit bad?!" Croissant held the shield in front of him to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the opportunity to attack him.

Xiyue used water to form a rope to catch everyone: "Okay, okay, there is nothing for us to do here. The old people are gone, we should leave."

Texas grabbed the rope made of water, "Xiyue! Where are Baisong and the Mostima people? Ugh!"

"Xiyue, they are separated by a sandstorm. I'm going to go there!"

Texas used the faint halo in the smoke and dust to find that the Angelus seemed to be trying to move towards the center of the outburst, and quickly shouted: "Wait, Angelus!"

"Oh, okay, okay, they will be fine, you guys better come over here first." As Xiyue's words fell, everyone felt the ropes around their waists tightened, pulling them into a circle of light.

Texas stood up and looked at the Archangel who was touching his butt as if he was hurt from the fall. "Really, this guy gets hot-headed every time it comes to Mastema."

"Xiyue, Mostima and the others..."

Xiyue touched the head of the Angel of Exorcism and said, "Okay, okay, they have already left from the other side. It's time for us to withdraw."

Xiyue was holding the halo and preparing to lead everyone away, but suddenly stopped, thought for a while, and then threw a crystal far away.

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Compared to the Penguin Logistics that evacuated calmly, the gangsters caught in the sandstorm were much more pitiful.

"The ground, the ground is collapsing! It's quicksand, retreat! Don't get sucked in!"

"Chief! Please give me your instructions!"

Gambino tried to steady himself, "Where are the others? Where is Capone!?"

"They left while the sandstorm was going on, and some of our people were mixed in with their team..."

One of the gangsters was horrified to find that the ground beneath his feet seemed to be unstable: "Boss! This place is going to collapse too!"

"...Let's go, we still have a chance." Gambino looked at the wind and sand around him and gritted his teeth, "Damn it! What on earth happened!?"

At this moment, the sound of a cane knocking on the ground suddenly rang out, and a figure appeared in front of Gambino and his men from the wind and sand.

"Opportunity, opportunity...ah..." The Rat King held a cane in one hand and something in the other hand seemed to be flashing fluorescent light. He looked at the gangsters in front of him and said in a strange tone, "How strange...why don't I remember what chances you have left?"

Chapter 43: The Law of Noise (VI)

————On the street————

Mostima patted the dust off his body and looked at Xiyue and others who came to him through the dust: "Is everyone okay?"

Baisong fiddled with his hair to get some of the sand out of it: "No, it's okay, the whole building is gone...what on earth was that..."

Mastema nodded, then looked at the Archangel who was staring at her: "What about you? You were going to go straight through the center of the spell, you always act so recklessly."

"Pfft, I just realized, why did you cut your long hair short?"

"Hey, you just laughed!" The Archangel immediately pounced on him.

Mostima smiled and caught the Angel of Exiah who rushed over to her. She reached out and brushed the sand off the Angel of Exiah's hair: "Your head is covered with sand. You should cherish your short hair even if it is short."

The Archangel stood up: "I'm fine, thank you."

Mostima listened to the apology of the Archangel, but remained silent: "...Thank you? Are we so unfamiliar with each other?"

The Angel of Exorcism tilted her head: "It just means that I am civilized and polite."

Mastema laughed at the actions of the Angel of Exiah: "Haha, that's true."

"If you didn't always sleep during work hours, hold rock shows outside the church, and let the notary chase you down if something goes wrong." Mostima began to talk about the dark history of Archangel. "The alma mater that you accidentally blew up hung a banner on the day you left Lateran, didn't you? "Farewell Archangel to Longmen"."

"Tsk tsk tsk, what kind of top problem child?" Xiyue complained behind his back, but it was obvious that the complaints were intentional as they were said out loud.

When Angel Neng heard Xiyue's complaints behind her back, her face turned red. She was not ready to let her colleagues know this dark history.

To ease the awkwardness, Exia stared at Mostima and said, "What? Is this a must-do for old friends to expose each other's scars when they get together? Okay, it's my turn!"

Mastema smiled at the Archangel and stretched out her hand to invite him: "Go ahead."

"Looking at the look of Archangel Exiah, there shouldn't be any black material about him." Xiyue looked at Archangel Exiah's hesitation and had made up her mind. She turned her head to the side and found that Texas was rubbing his tail.

"Well, what are you rubbing your tail for, Texas?"

"There's sand, it's uncomfortable..."

"You should have said this earlier." Xiyue nodded, tapped her fingers lightly, and a layer of halo quickly spread out, dispersing the sand and dirt on the people around her.

"I guess I pulled you too hastily. The barrier of the Dust-free Land only had time to block the dust on the surface, but not the dust that had been blown into the gaps between the hairs."

The Angel of Power beside him was just like Xiyue, thinking hard for a while: "...Oh no, now that I think about it, I don't seem to know much about your dirty laundry!"

Mastema nodded. "A good child shouldn't know so much."

"Are you my sister!?"

Mostima pretended to be surprised and said, "Yeah, that's about right."

Having said this, the two looked at each other and fell into silence for a while.

Exia took a deep breath and said, "Um...Mastema. I still have a small question to ask, a small question."

"Ok?"

"Why come back at this time?

Mostima thought for a moment and said, "Well, there are many reasons. How should I put it?"

"First, it's work. Second..." Mostima pulled out the folk food guide from his clothes. "There are always sales during the Longmen Requiem Festival. I'll go back to Longmen to join in the fun."

The Archangel curled his lips and said, "...You were missing during the Requiem for so many years, but you came back this year?"

Mastema looked at the Archangel who was hesitant to speak and sighed: "Actually, this is not what you want to ask, right?"

"Hey...if you noticed it, just tell me directly."

"Haha, it's rare to see you struggling. I miss you so much." Mostima just stood by Baisong, "Besides, no matter what, we can't talk about those roundabout topics in front of the people who come to visit and learn."

Baisong realized that he seemed to be used as an excuse and said decisively: "Ah... It's okay, I'll go over there, please go ahead."

"That won't work. We can't rule out the possibility of an ambush by snipers or something like that." Mostima shook his head decisively, as if he had made up his mind to use Baisong as a shield.

"Ah! Using Baisong as an excuse is too cunning!"

"There are so many scary mafias waiting here, this is not the right time to chat." Mostima looked around, "Do you always get into trouble when I'm not around?"

After thinking about it, the Angel said: "It's not that often? About four, five, six, seven or eight days a week?"

Mastema was silent for a moment: "... Well, it's not very often."

"What about you? Where have you been?" At this point, Angel of Power decisively changed the subject. "You know when I first met the boss, he said you had already left Longmen. Is that the feeling of falling down before the finish line of a long-distance run?"

"Too many places, too many to count." Mostima made a gesture of reminiscing, "I came to a village where no one cared, received a letter, and then went to the other side of the mountains, chasing the moving city, that's it."

“That sounds lonely.”

Mastema smiled and said, "But if it's written as a travelogue, maybe it will sell well?"

"Ms. Mostima, have you been to all the countries?"

Mostima nodded. "Mostly. Are you envious?"

Baisong looked into the distance, which was the direction of the city gate: "...One thing is that ordinary messengers will not have such an opportunity."

"It's hard to say. As long as you are willing to give up the safe transportation route, you will always be able to see some wonders you have never seen before, such as the Originium Storm Group, the stone forest like a forest, and the cliff that is like a high sky barrier."

Xiyue, who was watching the show from a distance, suddenly said, "But this is a very risky thing. Natural disasters can happen on earth at any time, so if you want to see those wonders, you have to take a big risk."

Mostima nodded to confirm Xiyue's statement, and patted Baisong on the shoulder: "There will be a chance. But don't count on Penguin Logistics, we can't judge by common sense."

"I already know this very well..." Baisong thought about his experience tonight and was deeply touched.

"It sounds romantic to sit in a truck in the desert, staring at the sunset as you drive through the yellow sand, but when the romance lasts for hundreds of hours, it wears off."

"I haven't seen yellow sand sunsets very often, but don't you think there's a lot of dust today?" Angelus looked in the direction of the sandstorm that had just blown up. "The air quality in Longmen has dropped a lot in recent years. It's time to add a few air purifiers!"

"Air quality... maybe." Mastema replied casually to Exia and stepped back, "Exia, and everyone, I'm sorry, but..."

"Again?"

Mostima smiled and said, "Well, I guess I figured out the timing of my departure pretty well, didn't I?"

"...Are you serious?" Exia stared at Mastema, "But for you it's just a few hours, but for me it's——"

Exia took a deep breath and stamped her feet. "Forget it, Mostima! Treat me to a meal later! I must!"

"I know, I know." Mostima waved his hand and disappeared into the darkness of the alley. "...Really, it's really lively tonight."

Baisong looked at the Archangel with doubt and asked, "Are we really going to leave Miss Mostima alone? Is the matter not over tonight?"

The Archangel shrugged: "Who abandons whom? Anyway, even if you don't listen to her, she will suddenly disappear at some point in time."

"...Are you angry?"