Chapter 500 Recycling Ceremony
Pulitzer Harbor.
This port is the same as usual, with all kinds of sailboats moored at the pier, and there is no smell of gunpowder, just like the Loen Kingdom has not yet received the news of the war, and does not know that the Feysacs will use the help of Some kind of item crossed the ocean and appeared directly in this sea area.
But in fact, it is not the case.
In the past few days, whether it is the sailboats moored in the port or the passengers passing by, it is just a disguise.
Those sailboats can be hoisted on the flag of the Loen Kingdom's navy at any time, as long as the cannons are pushed out, they can be transformed into warships.
The passing passengers were disguised by navy soldiers, the only difference was that they didn't show their uniforms.
After receiving the news of the Feysacs' surprise attack on Pritz Harbor from various channels, the Loen Kingdom quickly mobilized, but generally adopted a strategy of loosening the outside and tightening the inside, creating the illusion of carelessness and paralysis, intending to give the Feysacs a surprise.
On a sailboat, a naval colonel disguised as the captain was standing at the window of the captain's cabin, secretly observing the distant sea.
Next to him, his deputy whispered: "Sir, if the Feysacs really appear, are we enough? We don't even have a demigod."
The captain of the navy smiled and said, "This is a disguise."
His deputy was obviously stunned and said: "Pretend, isn't there a demigod sitting in charge, is it also a kind of camouflage?"
"Otherwise, how could you have fooled Feysac's spies? Why do you think we adopted the strategy of loosening the outside and tightening the inside, and why we replaced the sailboats in this port one by one."
"The eyes of the Feysacs are staring here."
The captain of the navy patted his deputy on the shoulder: "Don't worry, our demigod will show up when needed."
In his mind, two figures flickered.
One was a man with black hair, golden eyes, and a mask.
The other is wearing a black evening dress, also wearing a golden mask, with a crown of thorns on his head.
Those were the two demigods of the military. Only the colonel knew that these two demigods were on standby nearby, ready to join the battlefield at any time.
At this moment, the colonel felt unusual spiritual fluctuations on the surface of the sea, and he looked quickly, and saw a huge door vaguely outlined in the sunlight in the distance, like the gate of heaven. things come.
The colonel couldn't help but took a deep breath, and quickly said: "Notice, the Feysacs are about to start action, let everyone get ready!"
at the same time.
On the sea near Sonia Island, although Xifa destroyed nearly one-third of the ships last night, the remaining warships still completed their formation, assembled and headed for the illusory gate on the sea.
On a barren hillside, Xifa, who just got up from the sea, happened to see this scene. He quickly released the flames, dried himself including the things on his body, and then took a bag of gems and the things he took from Levtor's room. The candle was brought out.
Xifa took out three candles, lit them and placed them on a rock, then condensed the flames to form a short blade, and carved some symbols on the stone. In this way, a simple altar is arranged.
Following him, he took out the gemstones from the Feysac warehouse, and filled the altar with rubies, sapphires, emeralds, diamonds, pearls, lapis lazuli and other gemstones used as ritual materials.
After a series of preparations, Xifa took two steps back and began to chant in ancient Hermes with a solemn expression.
"The traveler who freely travels through the spirit world. The one who unites the concepts of all doors. Clarence who travels the starry sky."
As Xifa recited, the gems on the altar vibrated slightly, floated up by themselves, shattered into powder with crackling sounds, and shone with red, blue, and green lights.
All kinds of bright twilight lights quickly gathered together and cast them on the candlelight on the altar.
The flames suddenly rose, intertwined and mixed, and the twilight lights of various colors were embellished, as if opening a 'door' leading to other worlds.
Xifa took out the main body of the 'Clarence's Gate', the wooden carving embedded with tiny gemstones, threw it into the illusory door, and then continued to chant in ancient Hermes: "The great Clarence Lance, please close it, please return to the original state."
The fire suddenly expanded and then contracted, forming an illusory and deep vortex, and the center of that vortex was the 'Gate of Clarence'.
on the sea.
The forward fleet of the Feysacs had arrived at the entrance of the illusory gate. On the assault ship in the front row, each Feysac looked nervously at the gate in front of him, clenched his fists, and his Adam's apple kept sliding up and down.
Finally, amidst the sound of charging horns, they roared, followed the ship into the gate, and entered an illusory world full of grotesque and rich colors.
But at this moment, the thing that looked like the gate of heaven suddenly flickered, and it seemed to become unstable. It gradually shrunk, from the width that could accommodate more than a dozen sailboats, to shrinking by half.
And, it's still shrinking.
"How is this going?"
"Why is the door shrinking?"
When this illusory door shrunk by another third, it suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.
The sea surface suddenly became empty, and the assault ship that entered the gate before had completely disappeared, and it was unknown whether it could reach Pritz Harbor.
On Pulitzer Harbor, all sailing ships hoisted the flag of the Loen Navy. The sailors on the ship shouted and pushed the cannons to their original positions. The Sacks had a showdown.
At the same time, two figures were quickly outlined at the pier, a man and a woman, both wearing golden masks.
One has black hair and golden eyes, and the other wears a crown of thorns. They are demigods of the Loen military.
Their appearance raised the morale of the soldiers at the port. Just as they were preparing to face the battle, the illusory gate in the distance gradually disappeared into the sunlight like a bubble.
Finally disappeared.
The entire Pritz Harbor fell silent.
People tried their best, but couldn't see even a single Feysac warship.
Sunya Island.
Snapped.
With a soft sound, the 'Clarence's Door' fell to the grass. Sifa reached out to pick it up, and was touched spiritually, as if behind this small wooden door was another world.
He knew the recovery ritual was a success.
Having recovered the teleportation ability of 'Clarence's Gate', Xifa put it in his pocket, but did not leave immediately, he continued to pray: "The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray mist, The Yellow and Black King of Good Luck."
"Mr. Fool, I hope to get your protection. I just got rid of a strong enemy, but I am worried that I will be divined. I hope to get your help."
"in addition."