Cong Xi Yi Ren Kai Shi Mang Chuan Zhong Gu

Chapter 237 Return

The patrolling sea guards did not stop Lynch and his party from leaving the port, and even pointed out the direction to the lizard man along the way and dispersed the mixed onlookers.

The sunshine in the port was just right, shining on the stone statues of Aenarion, and the statues of the Phoenix Kings were all covered in gold.

The suspended pyramid was isolated on a small piece of sea by Asul. As soon as Lin Qi appeared on the coast, an elf speedboat approached the lizard man.

The elf navigator glanced at the dwarves and humans with a slightly strange look. Without any trouble, he invited the group onto the speedboat and quickly sailed towards the pyramid engine that was vaguely blocked by the eagle ship.

After the war, the aerodynamic engine had been completely self-cleaned, and there was no trace of the bloodshed it had endured.

Stepping on the solid metal steps, Lin Qi's quiet mind became active again.

Ulthuan and Bretonnia are separated by half a vast ocean. The storm on the sea has ended, and the journey will probably be smooth sailing.

The adventure team, which had lost two members, each returned to a familiar position. Under the bright or dark sight, the pyramid slowly sailed out of the harbor.

The guide ship of the elves went ahead and opened a channel for the pyramid.

The magnificent statue of the king watched the foreign visitors leave the pure land. Before driving into the Haimen Pass, Lynch used the projection device to look back at Aenario for the last time.

The gloomy stone statue of the First Generation King seemed to be separated from the mortal gods, staring heavily in the direction Lin Qi left.

Perhaps he also faced the darkness in this way during the "Catastrophe".

It is a pity that Lynch was not a soldier of that era, and he did not have the honor to participate in that great war.

As the pyramid drove into the high wall and the former hero collapsed into a miniature at the end of the sea level, Lynch withdrew his sight and quietly waited for a new adventure.

Lustria, in the giant spiritual network.

The demon toads each held their own opinions, pushing the intensity of the debate to its peak.

Lord Huahua tried many times to seize the initiative. Finally, the demon toads were fed up with Huahua's ability to find fallacies from various angles, and tacitly blocked its communications.

The second-generation Slann temporarily deprived Huahua of his authority, forcing him to focus on maintaining a large defense network.

Lord Hustle failed to awaken the forgotten memories of Lord Mazdamudi, and until it regains authority, no Slann may remember the wandering Thoros Legion.

On the other side of the World Pond, across the sea from Lustria, is the jungle of Southland.

The "Hidden City" Zetland is more lively than ever.

The noise of grinding stones was mixed with the roar of beasts. The monitor lizard was busy carrying the polished boulders, heading to the node of the star network under the guidance of the overseer.

The ancient stone paths buried by moss were cleared again, and the weathered and obscure ancient holy symbols were re-outlined by the carvers.

Stink exaggerates the noise with tireless enthusiasm. For them, such lively scenes only exist in the long-lasting stone slabs.

Since the Cataclysm, the Southlands have fallen silent.

The temple city on the seaside of Lustria was supposed to be the communication hub between the two places.

But the city named Chapeiuto eventually sank into the pond of the world without warning.

This was a heavy loss for the "Great Defense Network".

The communication between Slann was unsustainable. Without the guidance of the ancient magic toads of Lustria, the surviving young descendants of the Southland were unable to support the overall situation and had to stay dormant for the time being.

Over the long years, the operation of the hatching ponds deviated from its original trajectory, making the output of Southland Thoros rare and precious.

Without relevant guidance, the Slanns could only think that this was the will of the ancient saints.

They were forced to train Skinks to protect the relics of the Old Ones, but fortunately, the military training of the Skinks was enough to fend off the reckless explorations of the younger race.

This ancient city witnessed the rise of human civilization in the northern desert, and also witnessed the death of the civilization called Nehekhara.

The dwarven stronghold in the South World's Edge Mountains tried to desecrate the jungle, but the stronghold fell silent forever.

The elves' overseas colonies stopped outside the rainforest. The Plague clan who fled from Lustria were frightened by the snake god in this world and fled north.

The "Hidden City" should have been silent forever, but the noble first generation Slann, Lord Xikota with incredible power, opened his eyes from death.

Yes, death cannot take away those closest to the Old Ones.

The powerful mage who banished all the demons on the continent during the "Cataclysm" is back.

Death cuts off the connection between the living and the dead, but the few words vaguely revealed by the Lord of Sikota are enough to point the direction of the Southland.

The great Old One, Ashoranka the Lost, who taught Lord Sikota the secrets of magic, chose his emissary.

The second disaster is not far away, and the messenger of the ancient saint is the turning point in the desperate situation.

The South will now prepare for war, awaiting the demon's return and preparing to welcome the Sons of Ashoranka.

In the vast ocean, Lin Qi observed the surrounding sea area with no interest.

There were fewer and fewer ships, as Lynch took a route away from land.

He could have sailed around the Outer Rim Kingdoms of Ulthuan toward Bretonnia, but he didn't want to get caught up in the chaos that might ensue.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Lin Qi always felt that a certain gaze was observing him, and it was quite blatant.

It comes from far away.

Has Slan of Lustria finally remembered him as the leader of the expeditionary force?

Or are powerful demons from both poles weaving new conspiracies?

The being behind his gaze didn't reveal even a scratch. When he realized that it was not malicious, Lynch swept it into the corner of his mind.

It doesn't matter.

Night fell again, and Lynch almost forgot how many nights it had fallen.

Infinite lifespan makes time cheap, and he just wants not to live in vain.

Lynch found a column that might represent time from the virtual control panel, but the timing used by the ancient saint seemed to be very different from that of ordinary people.

There are eleven zeros after the number. Lynch cannot use it to judge the time in the planet. Perhaps this is a record of the lifespan of the universe.

The lizard man studied the control panel all night. On the second day, a swordfish-like sailboat caught Lynch's attention on the navigation map.

He had seen similar ships in battles at sea, and the flags of the two ships were exactly the same.

The oily ogre on the sailboat in the distance helped the lizard man anchor the scene in his memory.

This seemed to be a human pirate ship that raided the Bloody Butcher. Although they did not help Lynch defeat Count Noctilus, Lynch was deeply impressed by the shockingly fat ogre.

The human sailboat is tracking something, and pirates go into the water to investigate from time to time.

Lynch adjusted the map to deep water mode and peered at the bottom of the sea.

A half-whale, half-ship Skaven warship is exposed in the engine map.

It seemed as if a giant had struck it with an ax from the middle of the ship. The screaming death knell with strange patterns was twisted into twists, and the deep-water battleship had been completely scrapped.

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