[Third chapter, fourth chapter tomorrow. Let me update with peace of mind. Sigh, my monthly votes are exploding. I don't want to write a chapter to complain. I'll just say this. Those who still have votes, please vote. I'll go write.]
The bone warships split into four groups to block the enemy. The Cloud Flow people cleanly slaughtered all the undead. The cowardice on land seemed to have nothing to do with the Cloud Flow people. For a thousand years, they had all acknowledged one thing: the ocean belonged to the Cloud Flow people. On land … they could fight.
Although it wasn't to this extent, the war in the Titan Duchy proved this. If the Cloud Flow people didn't rely on the mountains and rivers, they wouldn't be able to defend their land at all.
The bone warships all sank. The Cloud Flow people couldn't find Salin's fleet anymore. The bone warships deviated west and kept moving towards the coast. Salin's fleet went straight north without any deviation.
Another reason why Salin didn't want to get involved was Zola's injuries. Nicholas had tried his best, but the golden sword aura had entered his body and caused great damage to Zola. It was a miracle that he was still alive. At the time, Salin had been behind Zola. Zola didn't dare to dodge.
According to his calculations, his attack speed was faster and he could kill the enemy before the sword aura reached him. Who would have thought that the enemy had a strange secret skill, a puppet substitute? Zola had been too confident. He forgot that the artifact spirit in his tear stain had lost all its power.
If the artifact spirit's power was still there, the puppet substitute would be useless.
Salin asked Nicholas in private. Nicholas only said that Zola had a 90% chance of getting better, so Salin didn't have to worry. However, this needed time. The recovery of power couldn't be solved by divine spells.
Zola stayed in the cabin alone. He hugged his longsword, and in front of him was the magic armor that Salin had made for him. Without this armor, he was already a dead man. The golden sword saint would also die. He wasn't invincible. There was a thin crack on the magic armor. If a normal armor had taken that strike, the entire set would have been shattered.
On the crack caused by this sword, there was still a dense sword intent gathered. Zola didn't think that the golden sword saint's swordsmanship was as good as his. It was just that it was extremely fast. When he tried to assassinate Salin, he had to face it head-on. This was a trap, but he had to jump into it.
However, Salin's magic armor was so well-made that he didn't die. Instead, he could study the enemy's swordsmanship through this crack.
It had been a long time since he had experienced such a life-and-death battle. When he had killed his way out of Lone Star City, almost no one had been able to stop him. That was why he had started to become arrogant. That sword strike yesterday had taught him a deep lesson. There's always someone better out there. If he could cultivate a unique golden sword qi, then so could others.
For example, the sword Qi that had almost killed him did not pass through his body. Instead, it entered his body and exploded, crushing his internal organs. Nicholas had sacrificed decades of his lifespan to reverse his injuries.
Such a price was not worth it. Zolasc knew that Nicholas was already very old. After becoming a fallen priest, his lifespan became even shorter. After obtaining the Crimson Soul Tower, his lifespan had only increased a little. For the sake of Salin and himself, Nicholas had become old again. If he couldn't advance to rank 10, Nicholas would probably be Salin's shortest follower.
Zolasc had always thought that his speed was fast enough, but the Flowing Cloud Holy Swordsman's speed had clearly surpassed his. His speed was driven by his body, but the Flowing Cloud Holy Swordsman had used his weapon to drive his body.
A full-powered sword strike without any changes. Zolasc had originally despised this kind of uncontrollable skill, but now he suddenly understood how wrong he had been. No matter how many changes you had, there would always be a time when you couldn't avoid it. The Flowing Cloud Holy Swordsman's sword had opened a door in Zolasc's heart. Unknowingly, the weapon spirit in the tear stain had resonated with him.
The rules that Zolasc had originally created were quietly changing. His swordsmanship had always lacked the courage to press forward. It was not that Zolasc was weak, but that he had been with the Flowing Cloud Holy Swordsman for too long. He had gradually gotten used to the Flowing Cloud Holy Swordsman's way.
This was not something that could not be changed. Wasn't yesterday's enemy also from the Flowing Cloud Holy Swordsman?
The weapon spirit in the tear stain gently called out to Zolasc. Unknowingly, Zolasc grasped the longsword. The tear stain trembled slightly. On this longsword, the imperceptible mark became fainter and fainter. Finally, it was completely absorbed into the sword.
Zolasc's gaze was still fixed on the crack. Technique was something internal, but he had treated it as a style. True style should be a kind of momentum. Unparalleled momentum, using momentum to suppress the enemy, making it impossible for the enemy to dodge.
At this level of power, if one still relied on technique without momentum, they would be at a disadvantage. He had never met a strong enemy before. If he did, he would probably never have the chance to understand this principle again.
The tear stain in Zolasc's hand swiftly stabbed forward. The tip of the sword pierced the magic armor. The magic formation in the magic armor had already been destroyed, but the material was still hard. Zolasc could not use sword qi. Just by relying on his understanding of momentum, he pierced through the hard material of the armor.
Zolasc chuckled softly. There was nothing wrong with that strike just now. He had used his strength perfectly. However, this chuckle had affected his injuries. He grimaced in pain and lay down. He thought to himself, 'Everything on this ship is good except for the lack of beauties. Sigh …'
The Flowing Cloud Holy Swordsman could not find Salin's fleet. They chased them all the way to the vicinity of Demon City before retreating. The ships of the two sides did not come into contact again. The ambush Salin had left behind was also useless. However, Salin still left a jade skeleton and a magic formation on an uninhabited island. Once the Flowing Cloud Holy Swordsman's fleet was discovered, the jade skeleton would immediately activate the magic formation and inform Metatlin City.
This time, the submersible warship did not return to the city. Instead, it stayed in the open sea to patrol. After knowing that the Ironblood Grand Duke could already control the Desolate Warriors, Salin began to pay attention to him.
The sea routes were blocked. Metatlin City became quiet. Because the three trade routes were blocked, there were only a few small-scale caravans collecting magic cores in this commercialized city. No one was doing big business anymore.
The Metatlin people, however, were not nervous at all. Salin had returned in a high-profile manner. He had saved his maids and some terrifying-looking sailors, which were those demons. This made the Metatlin people feel much more confident. Their king was so powerful. At least this city was safe.
Who had heard of a city with 36 nine-story magic towers? Even Holy Rock City did not have this kind of spirit, right?
Those who could settle down in Metatlin City all had a bit of an adventurous spirit. This place was bitterly cold. They could barely grow crops for one season a year. Without Magicians, they would probably suffer from cold weather for eight out of ten years. Those who did not have courage would not come here to live.
The arena in the city was still full every night. The Metatlin people did not care about some war at all. The winners of the arena were continuously absorbed into the army. Of Salin's ten main battalions, except for the two that went to Great Liang City, the rest were stationed between Metatlin City and Mars City.
With Jason in charge, Metatlin City was not chaotic. It was impossible to tell that a border city was being besieged.
However, Salin could not sit back and do nothing. It was time to solve the problem of Lone Star City. This time, he would not rely on his elemental creatures. Instead, he would mobilize the army to fight the Skochinyan people head-on.
Salin realized that his elemental creatures were the capital to save his life. Now that Gloria was seriously injured and the dark elemental creature leader was in a dormant state, if two more were defeated, many of his plans could not be completed.
After resting in Metatlin City for a week, Salin did not practice any magic skills. For the first time, he relaxed and accompanied Sicar and his children. Of course, Sicar could not be sent to rescue Lone Star City. After all, Salin was going to save Rex.
Although Sicar and Rex got along well, Salin knew that they both hoped that he only had one woman by his side. However, Sicar had urged him to marry Rex, and he could not go back on his word now. Moreover, he and Sicar had two children. Rex did not dare to say anything to let Salin abandon Sicar. That would be too heartless.
He had thought too simply at the beginning, but things had already come to this. Salin could not abandon either of them.
In this week, Metatlin City had trained its troops. A total of 100,000 troops were stationed in West Town. Among them, there were two Temple Legions and three main battalions. In Salin's army, the number of auxiliary soldiers was similar to that of the regular army. They did not have double the size of the Kein people.
These 100,000 people were all equipped with Salin's latest equipment. This time, Salin still brought Truman with him. At the same time, there was also Duke Guya's sister, Sharman.
While Salin was preparing, a few intense conflicts had already broken out in Lone Star City. The people of Scochenya who were besieging the city were getting impatient. They consumed a huge amount of food outside the city every day. The promised support from the Vatican had yet to arrive, be it food or soldiers.
The people of Scochenya felt like they had been tricked. However, they had already declared war against the Metatlin Kingdom. It was impossible for them to retreat. Lone Star City aimed at the Rhine Duchy from afar. That was the gateway to Scochenya. Once the people of Scochenya retreated, Lone Star City could attack the Rhine Duchy at any time. How could the Scochenya Empire not care then?
After a few strong attacks, both sides suffered heavy losses. However, the people of Scochenya were very satisfied. Because of the death of some miscellaneous troops, the pressure on the logistics was greatly reduced. Although Lone Star City lost most of its undead, it still needed time to summon them. Last time, they had already lost many undead. At least for the time being, Lone Star City could not attack the Scochenya Main Camp.
Under such a stalemate, the Vatican dispatched an army of 200,000 people. From the north of Jialoulan, they directly cut into the territory of the Qinyin Empire.
Among these 200,000 troops, there were many Black Priests. The Inquisition had finally reached an understanding with the Cardinal Institution. They had dispatched the main force, including 50,000 elite prison guards.
The news spread from Daliang City to Metatlin City. No one knew why the Vatican suddenly changed the direction of their attack. If these 200,000 troops joined the battle, they would definitely be able to break through the Qinyin Empire's western border.
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