Above the tower of Euver Island, Bishop Stanny Clemens, in a white robe, had no expression on his face. He stared at his eyes, and his white pupils seemed to want to take everything from the wall of water into his eyes.

In the cage hanging beside him, Evan Saxon's mouth was bruised and he stared at Stanny Clemens with a cruel face.

There were still traces of biting left on the iron railing of the cage in front of Evan.

Stanny Clemens suddenly spoke, his voice with an irresistible voice, and a deep chirping in Alvin's ear: "Is this what you expect to see?"

"No, this is what you expect to see." Alvin spat with a black blood and said with a sneer, "Don't you understand..."

"Shut up--"

"when!"

With the bishop's roar, the long staff in his hand hit the cage, and the entire cage flashed with golden light, causing Alvin Saxon inside to tremble all over and turn his eyes white, as if he was suffering countless pain.

"It's clearly because of your rebellion, Alvin Saxon, the one thing that I see Sandy Marion did the most wrong is to choose to get you where you are today!"

Alvin Saxon fell into the cage and shook his head with his breath. He tried hard to open his eyelids and looked at Stanny Clemens with an angry and provocative look.

"But... the Bishop's Covenant, isn't this your choice?"

"when!"

The long staff hit again, and this time the golden light on the cage was even better. Alvin Saxon fell down with a twitching body, but he grabbed the railing of the cage with one hand and repeatedly said with a fierce look:

"You can't refute me, you can only do this, you can only do this - Stanny Clemens, what does the future of civilization belong to? You should be clear about, right?"

His voice became lighter and lighter in the repetition, and finally disappeared into the golden light of the cage as his head tilted.

Stanny Clemens kept the cage expressionlessly punished by Evan Saxon, and he took back his staff until the body seemed to smell burnt.

He then turned his attention to the side - the direction of the port of Juver Island.

"Osaint Emma people, I hope you can make me feel more relaxed as much as possible..."

He murmured to himself, then quickly walked down the stairs and disappeared above the tower.

But he didn't know that it was only two minutes after he left.

The hand of the cage man who fainted.

Move for a moment.

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The mage girl has completely fallen into chaos due to her own inspiration.

She didn't know how much trouble her outstanding perception and association ability caused her at this time. If she had an ordinary mage, she would have retreated when she first realized something was wrong.

At this moment, Mia Christian was completely immersed in the vast vastness. Fear, surprise, anger, sadness or other pessimistic emotions, when facing this wall of water, it seemed to fill the entire world and transform it into pure, colorless water, all disappeared.

She was like a doll holding a doll. When she saw the huge bell tower ringing for the first time, she raised her head in a daze and heard the bell echoing between the buildings, throwing everything into that purity.

The beautiful blue eyes gradually lit up with the water wall step by step.

Cyril did not notice the changes in the people behind him at this time, and the pressure on him was far greater than that of the others present.

He struggled to spread the wind element and covered the Napoleans to prevent the ship from being directly destroyed by the great power it brought - but is his power really effective when facing such a behemoth?

"Peragios! Peragios!" At this time, the young Count of La Rochelle roared at the consul-level black giant ship in front of them.

Although this ship, like a fortress on the sea, is more than tenuous than the Napolean, when facing this high wall of water, there is no difference at all. It is as pitiful as an ant that will be shot to death at any time.

However, just as Cyril's roar, on the deck behind the consul, the figure of the future Emperor of O'Saint Emma appeared staggeringly.

The shaking was not caused by fatigue or fear. Cyril instinctively sensed the pleasure of the radiance of Peragios Hris - he was ecstatic, he was smiling proudly, and even embraced the coming of the gods, facing the seven gods with open arms.

"Danya is above, Danya is above!"

He shouted wildly, his voice swaying in the wind and rain, and called out loudly: "Minkolesius, show your power!"

As he said, a bright light suddenly lit up in his chest. This light was like the North Star of the Big Dipper, instantly traction the seven light columns around him to where he was-

"Did the gods be protected?"

Cyril looked in surprise at the seven pillars of light that rushed straight into the sky slowly tilted, and the majestic magic caused the space to be twisted.

He suddenly remembered what he had heard from Peragios Hris' mouth about the Osaint Emma fleet, which was still in the underground palace at that time-

"But you must not know that there are seven Providence-class fearless transport ships, and one consul, who are for transporting this Minkorsius-"

To transport this door to Corseus!

Cyril finally remembered.

The space transportation brought by the consul level is not the key point, and the seven Providences and Fearless Transportation Ships are not the key point. It is even more unimportant to how much money Aosaint Emma burns, and it even attracted everyone's attention. The seven gods that caused this wave of changes are not the key.

The real key point is that Minkorsius, who has not appeared in the world so far.

This complex and difficult-to-mouthed name is even more complicated in Ao Sheng Emma, ​​and it is so circling that it is almost curling its tongue. But it is this complexity that gives people a mysterious and ancient sense of name.

It seems that it had transcended this era of civilization.

From an older past.

Seven beams of light intersected obliquely in the air, and were pulled by the light from Peragios Hris's hand. The sea surface under the intertwined light began to surge, and something was about to break out of the sea.

"Call! Call!"

The harsh sound of iron chains shook, and as the sea swelled, the seven Providence-class fearless transport ships sounded almost at the same time. It was so loud that Cyril had to be sound-insulated with wind elements so that the knights could stand on the deck in a state.

And amid the noise of the iron chain, a long dark silver cylinder with a diameter of dozens of meters appeared in the air where light columns intertwined.

There was no iron chain tied to it, it floated smoothly and slenderly at the intersection of light columns. There was not even a trace of pattern on it, and it looked like a thick column with no characteristics except for its extreme diameter.

However, no one dares to underestimate it.

Because it is directly under the power of the seven gods.

The seven beams of light were cut off from the moment they shone on their body - no trace of light could penetrate the cannon barrel and extend into the sky on that side.

It was so unreasonable that it swallowed all the light protected by the gods into its own body.

No one dares to speak, and no one has any thoughts about it. The power of a god's protection has exceeded the imagination of normal people. What level is the seven god's protection at? What kind of existence will the giant cannon that swallowed the seven god's protection?

Minkolsius!

The water wall was still approaching, but its momentum seemed to be gradually weakening - but soon people realized that this was not because the water wall was weak, but because the strength condensed by the door hanging in the air maintained the magic balance present, making it no longer seem so disparity.

"What kind of power does this cannon have?"

Cyril no longer dared to guess this. Now anyone can see that this giant cannon is the killing move used by the Aosaint Emma people to deal with the existence in the water wall, the "Devourer" Vishlingen.

However, from its performance, the way it launches attacks is no different from the magic crystal cannons that are widely used in city defense and naval guns today - by converting magic power into shells, it launches a fatal blow to the enemy.

The difference between this Minkorsius is that the magic it swallows comes from the protection of the gods.

"Minkolesius, Minkolesius—"

On the ships of Osaint Emma, ​​the low roar of their warriors had already been heard. They used the traditional battle song of Osaint Emma and the tone of the "Knights of St. Valentine". The scales gradually became extremely excited as they sing.

When Peragios Herriz reached its peak, he waved his arms vigorously, lifted the sword in his hand high, and shouted with all his strength:

"For Danya - for Osaint Emma!"

"Minkolesius!! Launched!!"

"For Danya - For Osaint Emma!!!"

As the soldiers roared, the muzzle of Minkolsius, which had been stored in the air for a long time, flashed with a brightness that exceeded any light they had seen, and brought a roar that seemed to sound tens of thousands of thunder at the same time-

The magic burst out.

Dizzy and trembling, rows of soldiers at the consul level fell to the ground because they looked directly at this scene. Peragios Hris fell directly off the boat and fell into the sea.

Cyril's mind was trembling for a moment, and the magnificent flow of magic made him feel like he was about to be torn apart. And when he also looked at the moment of the magic burst, he almost fell into a bad situation like those Osaint Emma people.

But he was wary of it. The soul silence and Setanrio's Eye opened at the same time. He grabbed the ship's side, stabilized his body, and forced himself to see clearly what was happening in front of him:

A beam of light that was better than any other gods protected him shot out from the mouth of the gun, and in an instant it passed through the sky and hit the water wall in the distance.

And the water wall, which was indescribable in height and width, suddenly stopped moving forward as the light column penetrated it.

In the middle, a huge hole appeared.

The void became larger and larger, and finally caused the water walls on both sides to collapse. They turned into a raging wave, surging towards Juve Island.

But what is this wave of a mere dozens of meters high before the water wall that almost connects the world?

"Breaked? Is this broken?"

Cyril looked at the collapsed water wall and the turbulent tsunami waves in front of him, but he was only in a sense of air and incomprehensible doubt in his heart.

The cheers had already come from the ships of the Osaint Emma, ​​and the soldiers who had just come out of the cabin sang the victory songs of the Osaint Emma and even blew the trumpet.

The Providence-class fearless transport ships used to carry the protection of the gods were linked to each other by iron chains. Their distance from Juvo Island became much farther away. It seemed that because of the feedback from Minkolsius just now, they slid back to their current position.

These dark behemoths no longer have the luster of the gods to protect them. They stand on the sea like seven mountains.

The giant cannon "Minkolesius" was dragged back to one of the Providence-class fearless transport ships with a huge carrier, which seemed to have completed its mission.

But the smoother it all looked, the more wrong Cyril felt.

Everything that has happened so far seems reasonable. The people of Osaint Emma sacrificed the protection of the gods, attracting Vishlingen. The water wall attacked. They sacrificed Minkorsius and broke through the water wall with one shot. Everything was over.
To be continued...