Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

30, not in vain!

The young man smiled stiffly, and the next moment his eyes went dark, and he passed out directly.

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At midnight, under the pale moonlight, a later fleet broke down in the sea area where the Golden Fleet once fought, and the passing boats gathered samples around the sea area mixed with golden liquid.

On the bow of the ship, a group of believers in white robes are leading the old man to pray to the moonlight. The whole team is silent and eerie, and looking at the entire fleet, such a scene is happening on every bow.

The whole ceremony lasted for half an hour, and people silently recited the voice and name of the mother god. Only after the end did the people on the boat start talking again, and the staff below also submitted the report.

"What? They didn't lose anything? How is this possible? Not to mention other ships, the deputy ship St. Paul will definitely die."

After the prayer meeting, Gordon frowned when he heard the report from his subordinates. His silver hair, which had been blown white by the vicissitudes of life, fluttered in the sea breeze, making this serious old man even more chilling.

Gordon has lived for more than 200 years. He is one of the few people who have lived from the second era to the present. He who survived the ancient Austin Empire can say that he is proficient in the ship technology of these hundreds of years. What kind of ship can He knows exactly what kind of battle he has survived.

The St. Paul, as a large main battleship in the fleet second only to the flagship St. Mary, was one of the ships that Gordon and others had planned to seize. However, the Royal Sophia, who was supposed to control the ship, was sent by Isabella. Vice-captain Rawai found out and fell short.

But even so, our own internal response has already destroyed the control room. Normally, the Sea Clan is fully capable of breaking through this ship, but why...

The unexpected situation made Gordon frown. He hates uncertainty, and even more hates variables, just like his life and choices.

The old man was born in the ancient Austin Empire at its peak, and experienced the ups and downs and frustrations of westward migration. Gordon, or Gordon’s generation, have experienced ups and downs in life, and many of them cannot accept the huge contrast of reality. As for suicide, most of the living people are those who infinitely miss the glory of the past.

Gordon is this kind of person to some extent, but he is different. What others miss is the past empire, but he thinks farther back. What he pursues is the glory of the highland elves at the end of his bloodline.

The belief in the mother goddess is the root of the belief of Gordon and his group, and it is also the biggest difference between them and the humanist Isabella.

Once upon a time, Gordon was also an ignorant person who believed that human beings were the rulers of the world, but after the Turin Incident, after knowing that the disasters in the past were caused by a certain supreme being, and seeing the world that he thought would never be destroyed After the Empire easily disintegrated, Gordon changed his mind.

God is powerful and irresistible, and human beings are just ignorant and insignificant beings. Facing those great beings, don't try to resist them, but obey them.

Past experience and [loyalty] belief in the source of the mother goddess convinced Gordon of this, so he dismissed Isabella's stupidity.

Choosing the vulnerable human beings between humans and gods, thinking that they can resist the fate of civilization extinction, this is simply wishful thinking. So many brilliant civilizations have been destroyed in the past, and human beings moving westward to avoid destruction are just dying.

"Everything will eventually be shattered. Only by abandoning our human body and regaining the position of the highland elves to serve the mother goddess can we regain the glory of the past."

This was Gordon's idea, and it was also the idea of ​​a considerable part of the extreme conservatives, but what they didn't expect was that an organization that also believed in the Mother God had found it.

The Holy Jie Society, this is a mysterious association in the northern human world. Its ultimate goal is to assist the six divine envoys to resurrect the Mother Goddess at all costs. Judging from the information collected so far, they seem to be related to Queen Isabella. Mysterious societies are hostile relationships.

The common enemy and similar goals brought Gordon and the Sanjie Society closer and closer. This time the rebellion, the Sanjie Society made great efforts.

"Dear King of the South, do you have any doubts?"

A director of the Saint Jie Society in a white robe walked towards Gordon and asked. The white-haired old man narrowed his eyes slightly at the young man who called himself Doyle.

"I'm not the king of the southern border, I'm just an old man who knows the times."

"Indeed, rich experience will bring wisdom to people. Only [remnants] like you can know the greatness of the gods. In the eyes of you who have lived a long life, she is probably no different from a baby."

Doyle was wearing a white robe, with a few strands of long black hair exposed from the hood. His face was pale, but the words he spoke were gentle. Just listening to him could make people feel good about him, but the white-haired old man didn't like it. care.

"Tell me your purpose, why did you help me?"

Gordon's old face was calm, and he asked his own question lightly.

"I want to let the family return to orthodoxy, regain the ancient glory, and follow the mother goddess to survive in the future disasters, but these don't matter to you outsiders, right? You, or the purpose of the Holy Jie Society is what?"

"Indeed, whether the Sophia clan continues has nothing to do with us, but as far as the purpose is concerned, we are the same. The mother goddess will recover sooner or later. This is an inevitable result, and it is St. the goal of the meeting."

"Oh? That's it, clear the target? That is to say, the six angels are actually related to the recovery of the mother goddess?"

Gordon, who had captured some key information, was so tentative, but all he got was Doyle's silent laugh.

"What worry did you seem to have just now? What happened?"

"...The fate has changed, and it seems that a powerful bloodline has appeared. If this goes on, there will be two people on Isabella's side who can start the eternal seal plan, and it will be even more difficult to get back the [egg]."

As Gordon spoke, the wrinkles on his face became deeper and deeper. The eternal seal plan was formulated by Isabella. Only the top family blood can be activated and lifted. Once activated, the [Egg] Guard will be buried forever in the The dark bottom.

Originally, killing Isabella would prevent the system from starting, but now the Golden Fleet seems to have another top-level bloodline member, which undoubtedly makes the variables bigger in one breath.

"I understand."

Hearing Gordon's worries, the young man in white robe nodded slightly, and said with a gentle smile:

"Then leave the hunting of another target to me."

Chapter 160 Four Don't Talk, Kiss Him! (2k5)

In the dark valley, Roja stared at the mountains in the distance like an iron curtain in a daze. In front of him, the blonde woman on the throne appeared from the darkness. Her exquisite figure was covered in an ancient robe. Below, the blond hair emits a faint golden light dust in the darkness.

"We met again. It seems that you have successfully survived the crisis. It never occurred to me that you didn't use my blessing. Should I praise you for this? Or did you do it on purpose?"

"On purpose? What do you mean?"

"Dread, worry, these are the emotions that human beings naturally have towards us. Powerful things share the same fear to some extent. It is the instinct of living beings to worry about being interfered and manipulated."

"..."

The daylight was dim under the dark mountain range, Roja turned his head to look at the radiant pupils of the blonde woman, and remained silent for a long time about her speculation and examination.

"I'm not wary of you. In the final analysis, it's not so much that I don't use your skills as that I don't want to use them."

"unwilling?"