Chapter 372: Encirclement and Suppression of Fisher (IV)

Southern part of East Coast Province.

In recent years, Port Phipps has become famous for its prosperous trade and fishing industry.

However, this port is now shrouded in an unprecedented silence and fear, as if the whole world is holding its breath, waiting for the unknown fear to come.

The pier of Port Phipps is empty. The busy scene in the past no longer exists. Huge ships are moored quietly in the harbor, with sails drooped and ropes swaying gently in the wind.

The sea surface was sparkling, but it looked particularly deserted. Seagulls were circling in the distance, occasionally making a few shrill calls, adding to the desolation.

"This city has officially been taken over by the Yardley royal family!"

Every house in the city has its doors closed and its curtains closed, leaving only a faint light. Apart from the occasional heavy footsteps of patrolling soldiers, there is almost no other sound on the streets.

People were hiding in their houses, their eyes full of worry and fear. They exchanged whispers about the coming threats, but did not dare to make any loud noises for fear of attracting unnecessary attention.

"Don't be afraid, the royal family won't do anything to us when they come, they just change the ruler..."

"What are you talking about! The Fisher family is the legal owner of Port Phipps!"

"Shh, keep your voice down!"

The old people sit around the fire and tell heroic stories of the past, trying to inspire people with the glory of the past, but the air is filled with more helplessness and despair.

The children were held tightly in the arms of the adults. Their eyes were filled with curiosity and confusion. They didn't understand why the city that was once full of laughter and laughter became silent and scary.

Merchants gave up their shops, craftsmen stopped working, and fishermen even lost the courage to go fishing.

The entire port seemed to be shrouded in an invisible shadow, making people breathless.

What people fear is the unknown enemy. Those extraordinary strong men have enough power to make the whole town tremble. They are worried that they will become the victims of this unknown conflict.

Port Phipps is now completely occupied by the Yardley royal army led by the Star-Hovering Society.

The Fisher family did not send anyone to defend because Port Phipps was too far away. They knew that they would probably be ambushed during the rescue process, so they chose to give up and instead stick to Nasir City and Fein City. .

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Fein City.

In a remote and lonely alleyway, there is a simple and dark room.

No one knew that the weathered old man living here was a famous figure in Fein City seven or eight years ago.

His face is like a rock carved by the wind and frost of history. Every wrinkle hides a story from the past. His eyes are sometimes blurred and sometimes firm. The blur is the nostalgia for the past years, and the firmness is the unyielding resistance to fate.

Around the alley are busy and nervous figures of citizens, who are hurriedly preparing to deal with the impending war.

But the old man seems to have isolated these noises, and there is only this moment of tranquility left in his world.

"The world has moved towards a new pattern, and the flames of war will always be merciless."

The old man murmured to himself, his voice low and magnetic, as if he was telling his final farewell to his past comrades and his endless attachment to this land.

He knew that he was about to reach the end of his life, but he had no fear, only the deepest awe of God and endless expectations for the future of the afterlife.

"The great Lord of the Lost will definitely protect my soul. I am not afraid of death..."

It's only been seven or eight years, but almost no one in this city remembers who he is anymore.

He is Momir, the second-generation Dawnbearer of the Dawn Order. He has already stepped onto the third step of the path to divine sacrifice and retired from the police eight years ago.

Because during the Catastrophe of the Dead eight years ago, Momir used a forbidden rare item that consumed his lifespan and lost twenty years of his lifespan. He learned from Lilian that his lifespan was running out, so he simply stopped continuing. Stay in the police station and transfer the position of chief to another Dawnbearer.

Momir took a deep breath.

"Great Lord, you will definitely return!"

Under the dim and soft sunset, the old Momir stood alone in the alley. His figure was stretched out and he was particularly lonely.

The world around him seemed to have stopped, except for the gentle breeze that rustled the leaves.

"The Great Lord of the Lost."

The old man's face was full of traces of time, and he knelt on the ground. At this moment, his eyes were shining with unprecedented piety and hope.

He clasped his hands together, lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes and concentrated, having a silent dialogue with the great Lord of Loss in his heart.

Momir's lips moved slightly, and although no sound came out, every word and every prayer deep in his heart was full of affection.

In his heart, the great Lost Lord was not only a superior being, but also his spiritual support through many years of ups and downs.

Momir believed extremely that no matter how the world changed, God would listen to his voice and give him guidance and strength.

This belief allowed him to maintain inner peace and determination during the ten years of the Catastrophe of the Dead.

"I firmly believe you will come back."

"Leading the world out of darkness."

"Welcome a new dawn."

As the prayer deepened, an unearthly tranquility gradually appeared on Momir's face, as if he had forgotten the disturbances and uneasiness of the outside world and was completely immersed in communication with the gods.

When the last ray of sunset quietly faded away, he slowly opened his eyes, with a more determined light shining in his eyes, and bowed deeply to express his gratitude and respect to the gods.

Then, Momir turned around and left. Although his steps were staggering, every step he took was extremely firm.

Momir, who sat back in the room, closed his eyes and felt the last moments of his life. A smile finally appeared on his usually expressionless face.

"Lord of the Lost, here I come."

He knew that no matter how difficult the road in life was, his soul would not be alone after death because God was with him.

Momir's soul left his body, and as a pious man, his soul came to the sleeping Karl.

Karl, who had been sleeping for ten years, trembled slightly, as if he sensed something.

——

As night falls, directly above Fein City, an unimaginable battle of strong men is quietly taking place.

The two warring parties are Aldrich, the "Lord of Dragon Taming" of the Roman family, Ariel, the "Man of the Stars", and Yamos, the "Fire".

They are responsible for guarding Fein City. They have already activated the city barrier and are fighting the enemy with the powerful power of "Infinite Light".

Under the moonlight, several figures shuttled back and forth like ghosts. After the battle began, both sides attacked almost at the same time. There was no communication of words, only the collision of strength and the contest of wills.

Flames intertwined with ice, and thunder and lightning pierced the night sky, illuminating the entire city, attracting countless looking up and screaming in terror.

Many buildings were shattered under the impact of the shock wave, but there seemed to be an invisible force protecting the residents below. Many injured people would recover as long as they did not die.

The clouds were soon torn apart by powerful energy fluctuations, as if the sky itself could not withstand the impact of multiple forces.

As time went by, the battle became more intense, leaving only bright lights and deafening roars in the night.

Every time they clashed, it seemed like they were challenging their limits, and the energy fluctuations they released had a powerful impact in the sky.

Just when the battle seemed endless, Marquis Ladd suddenly burst out with unprecedented power.

"Aldrich! Die!"

He transformed into a behemoth with a back of a fire-breathing mountain, gathered all his energy into one blow, and blasted towards his opponent Aldrich, the "Lord of Dragon Tamers".

"Ouch!"

At that moment, the entire city seemed to tremble, and Aldrich's figure gradually blurred under this blow, and finally disappeared into the night sky.

Not only him, but also the three members of the Luomen family gradually disappeared.

The battle was over, but the aftermath was still lingering. The afterglow of energy still echoed over the city, and those who witnessed it were filled with shock and awe.

"Actually ran away?"

Marquis Ladd was furious, and at the same time he was pondering the situation deep in his heart. The Fisher family did not come to support Fein City, but chose to stay in Nasir City and abandon all the territory except Nasir.

"Fischer's people are stationed in Nasir City? What are they doing, stalling for time, waiting for something?"

At the same time, Best was sneering and mumbling to himself in the corner of the city.

"It seems that Fisher and Byrne are indeed preparing a terrible gift for us, haha."