Terra calendar 1590.12.7.

New Lisbon Island Hub·Island City.

The originally gloomy weather over the island city began to dissipate, and the strange barrier on the sky began to cast sunlight.

The aborigines living on the hub islands raised their heads in surprise and looked at the sunlight shining down. The fear in recent days has shrouded the hearts of the residents of each hub. They still remember in their hearts that when noon came that day, the entire island

A strong wind blew up, shaking the sky and the earth.

The wind that blew that day was very cold, bone-chilling, and the clouds turned pitch black in the blink of an eye, with no sunlight able to penetrate. There must be something different. Something terrible.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the sea in the distance.

Storms are uncommon in the New Lisbon Island hub.

A dark shadow rose on the horizon, gradually getting bigger and bigger.

When it got closer, it raised its head above the water, the atmosphere became tense and silence enveloped everything.

At the end of the horizon, the black shadow began to rise and gradually grew larger.

When the black shadow approached and exposed its head, the horror appeared before everyone's eyes.

Five glowing eyes flickered in the darkness, reflecting a terrifying picture. The huge creature stopped swimming and stood up slowly, revealing a body that was half dragon and half sea monster. Its head was covered with scales.

Five arms stretched out, and five tentacles swayed on the water. Then, the terrifying magic flame suddenly spurted out, and the white flame rushed towards the center of the city like a violent wind.

The beast seemed to understand the cry of the world, and the flame became its messenger. Half of the palace quickly collapsed in the flames and became a victim of the flames. The remaining half was also attacked by the impact and flames, and was dilapidated, as if it had been destroyed.

Ruins of cities trampled by giant monsters.

The beast then turned around and moved on, its target being the city.

The flames brought death, and along the way, the places where humans inhabited became ashes and ruins.

A symphony of destruction, the flames are like arrows of divine punishment, engulfing the city. People have nowhere to hide, and their lives are extinguished in terror.

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On the broken city wall, a middle-aged man wearing a black trench coat was closing his eyes tightly. The style and tailoring of the trench coat seemed to be a representative of the foggy city style. The color of the trench coat complemented his overall image, and the black color revealed a sense of mystery and harmony.

The solemn atmosphere neatly wrapped around his body, making it easy for people to notice his seriousness.

He has a middle-aged appearance, does not look old, and has a capable temperament.

His straight hair stood up straight from the hairline without a trace of messiness. The neat hairstyle and the intimidating eyes gave off a cold sense of oppression all over his body.

At this moment, the man frowned. He seemed to be reminiscing or immersed in some unspeakable supernatural state. He was talking in a low voice.

“When it sneezes, it gives off light; its eyes are like the morning rays.

From its mouth issued burning torches and flying sparks;

Smoke came out of its nostrils like a boiling pot or a lit reed.

Its breath ignited the coals, and flames came from its mouth.

There is so much power in its neck that those in front of it are frightened and jump.

Its pieces of meat are interconnected and close to its body, unable to move.

Its heart is as solid as a stone, as solid as a millstone.

When it comes, the warriors are frightened, their hearts are flustered, and they fall into coma.

If one uses a knife, a spear, a javelin, or a pointed spear to pierce it, it will be useless.

It uses iron for hay and copper for rotten wood.

Arrows cannot intimidate it into flight; slings are to it stubble, and sticks are stubble; it laughs at the whizzing of a dagger.

Its belly is like a pointed tile, and it is like a nail raking through the mud.

It makes the abyss boil like a cauldron, and the sea like oil in a cauldron.

The path it takes then shines brightly, making one think of the abyss as white hair.

There is nothing on earth as fearless as it.

He despises all things that are high, and reigns over the proud waters.”

After he finished talking, Felix Manz suddenly opened his brown falcon-like eyes. His eyes were full of oppression, deep and sharp, as if he was ready to see through everything in an instant. The calmness in his eyes

and confidence reveal his decisiveness and firmness.

"Is this the result of your mediumship, a [Leviathan]?"

A calm voice sounded in Manz's ears, and he turned his head to look at his "companion" aside.

It was a man wearing a black priest's robe. He was about thirty years old and looked extremely handsome. The black priest's robe looked calm and dignified in the dim light. He was holding a book in his right hand, and the pages were glowing with color.

In the faint light, the book has an ancient binding and yellowed pages, like an ancient document; his left hand holds a black umbrella tightly, and the umbrella cover is gently bent in his hand, forming a protective posture.

This man's face is very handsome, with clear facial features, revealing an aura of maturity and determination. His eyes are amber, deep and calm, as if they are the eyes of a calm wise man, exuding indifference and calmness.

"Sauron..., Lord Saint Valentine, this is indeed a [Leviathan]-level crisis. Eden dispatched two sword-wielders this time, and a deep space force was mobilized. This scale

The outside world thought that the Kingdom of Heaven was going to launch another war against [Atlantis]." Manz replied to the number one sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven.

"You don't need to use honorifics for me, just call me Valentine. Moreover, this time it's not just the two sword-wielders, but also you, Manz, a member of the inner council of the Heavenly Tribunal Council, the Gray Knight Lord

Mentor, the main member of the Anabaptists." Saint Valentine took over the other person's words in a calm tone. At the same time, as if he felt something, he looked up at the sunlight that suddenly shone down from above.

"It's dawn."

After hearing this, Manz also raised his head and looked at the sunlight falling from the huge barrier. He seemed to sense an angel from a very far away place.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Hugh Abraham, an ambitious young man, is the new generation force used by the Kingdom of Heaven to maintain its hegemony and authority in turbulent times." Manz is in the first sword bearer.

He spoke openly about his evaluation of the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven.

"By the way, as a sword holder, what do you think of him?" Manz then asked.

"Geniuses are like storms: they go against the wind; they are formidable; they make the air clean." Saint Valentine said simply.

"You have only met him a few times, and you only saw him through the projection, and you already have such a high opinion of him." Manz's eyes flashed with a little surprise, as if he was surprised that the other party had such a high opinion of the fourth person in the Kingdom of Heaven.

Comments from the sword bearer.

"Judging a person is like a child recognizing the difference between himself and the outside world. It takes some time for a child to learn to distinguish himself from the objects around him. For a long time, he will not be able to distinguish himself from the environment in which he lives.

Therefore, he will emphasize his passive side and say childish words such as 'I can fly'. Children always love fantasy, so children will always be children and adults will always be adults."

"So he has some characteristics that are so strong that he is separated from the mainstream of Terra, making you think that he is a unique angel? Does every sword-holder look like this in your eyes, whether you or him,

Do you all have the same characteristics?"

"Perhaps, this characteristic is possessed by every angel to a greater or lesser extent, as I have outlined the idea of ​​heavenly transcendence: as a unique person (angel) should seek and make it my truth, it is in this sense

It is subjective in this sense, even if I am the subject who chooses it. Furthermore, it is subjective in this sense, that is, I should use it as a basis to transform my subjectivity and my personality.

Act according to it.

What human beings are lacking is to understand for themselves what they should do and what they should know. Although knowledge should obviously come before action. However, the important thing is to find your own goals and clarify what you really want.

What can be done - the key is to find a truth, a truth for me, a belief for myself, rather than the righteous belief of neighborly love. Heaven loves mankind, but mankind should be more than anyone else.

Love yourself, so everyone must find the concept that I will live for and die for.

Hugh Abraham, his pace of progress is always so decisive. Ever since his fame resounded in heaven, you have never heard of him stopping. Isn't the goal he aims for the very reason why you evaluate his ambition?"

Saint Valentine was talking, holding a book and an umbrella, and walked slowly in the ruined city, while the Gray Knights of the Anabaptists followed closely beside him.

The main body of his gaze has been following the first sword holder, while out of the corner of his eye he is looking at the extremely lame thaumaturgy spying around him and the aliens ahead who are trying to pretend to encounter him by chance.

Those alien races are 90% similar to humans, the only difference is that they are roughly over 2 meters tall, and their hands exude silver light.

"Alien..." The Gray Knight Grand Master's eyes flashed with a scarlet luster, while Saint Valentine on the side knocked the ground with the tip of his umbrella, and invisible ripples like water silently covered the ground.

The terrifying murderous intention also covered up the subsequent conversation between them.

"We are not the ones going to war. This is a two-front operation. Abraham and I are doing it openly and sometimes covertly. The purpose is just to calm the turmoil in Iberia." Saint Valentine said calmly to Mantz, "

Moreover, what you Aabaptists are trying to do here this time has its own problems."

"What's the problem, Valentine?"

"Well, I noticed that the person in charge of the main research team of Heaven has attached the personal diary entry of [Avalon System] to this file. Although there are many subjective guesses above that do not meet the archiving standards of Heaven [Central Containment Room], Eden still

I have filed this document, although it may involve abuse of power, but the problem is not these, but some of the conjectures above."

The number one swordsman in the Kingdom of Heaven said words that made Mantz's heart tremble.

"I think these supplementary materials are just speculation. I have read relevant documents and his conjecture is not reliable." Mantz's tone became a little lower.

"Is that really the case?"

"You don't want to interfere with the Anabaptists' actions just to read a document, do you? Our permission for action has been uploaded to Eden and has been approved."

"I just wanted to talk to you about this [Avalon]. As we'll talk about, it's the one you have the most... hopes for."

"What?" Mantz's heart trembled, and he thought to himself that it was not good.

"I'm just considering whether to restore it. I know that your plan to use it as a means of protection in the most dangerous locations and facilities is just an overt idea, but secretly you plan to put it into the [Rutland Project]. You didn't
To be continued...