It was already seven o 'clock in the morning, but because of the typhoon, the sky was filled with dark clouds, and the sky was still dark as if it were late at night.
Monstrous waves were set off on the sea, the highest of which reached seven or eight stories high. This terrible power of nature was daunting.
The tourists were depressed enough by the police investigation, and when they saw this terrible scene from afar, they couldn't help but curse the terrible weather.
In the depths of the sea, a large cruise ship was braving the wind and waves. Old Grimm and a man wearing a purple gold mask stood side by side on the bow of the ship. One was covered in thick water vapor, and the other was surrounded by the whistling wind. The terrible typhoon and huge waves couldn't hinder the cruise at all, and it sailed towards Dragon Eye Island in the stormy waves as if it was on flat ground.
Gruer stood behind Old Grimm with his hands behind his back, a proud look on his face, enjoying the awe and envy of others.
"Mr. Grimm is indeed a Water Practitioner. He can come and go freely in the sea even in such weather. How admirable!"
An old man in a red robe, who was standing behind Boyemi, praised from the bottom of his heart. Boyemi forced a smile and nodded in agreement. Although they were both red-robed Archbishops, Boyemi was as docile as a kitten in front of the red-robed old man.
Behind them, dozens of black-robed knights with cross-shaped holy swords embroidered on their chests were expressionless, standing still like statues, full of killing intent.
"Archbishop Arnason, you flatter me. If it weren't for the Wind God's wind magic, I wouldn't dare to go out to sea in such terrible weather!"
Old Grimm glanced at the man wearing a purple gold mask and said modestly.
Arnason, who was ranked second among the red-robed Archbishops of the Vatican and second only to Brad, glanced at the Wind God with a smile. "Mr. Grimm, you don't have to be so modest. Even without Mr. Wind God, we would only be a little slower to reach Dragon Eye Island."
"Arnason, you're still so insidious. Deliberately ignoring Mr. Wind God and deliberately complimenting Mr. Grimm, are you trying to break the alliance?"
A tall and burly white man in a black robe standing side by side with Arnason said mockingly.
Behind him stood a group of black-armored knights, but the symbol on their chests was a golden fist, and their faces were painted with blood-colored patterns. They were clearly different from the Black Knights of the Vatican.
"Hmph, Baston, as the leader of the Dark Council, you only know how to sow discord?"
Not to be outdone, Annadi retorted.
"Haha, am I the one trying to sow discord, or are you fanning the flames? Anyone with a discerning eye can tell. "
Baston retorted dismissively.
"Baston," Baston retorted disdainfully.
Annadi's old eyes narrowed. His cold killing intent sent chills down everyone's spine.
"Let's fight then. Do you really think I'm afraid of you, old thing?"
Baston, rolled up his sleeves and rubbed his fists.
The knights behind them immediately unsheathed their swords, ready to engage in a bloody battle at any moment.
"Enough. Since we have agreed to be allies with the Atlantis Family for the time being, I hope that everyone will control themselves before the alliance is dissolved."
Wind God, who had been silent all this while, scolded coldly.
Annadi glanced at him and sneered, "Although we agreed to the alliance, the premise is that Archbishop Bullard is still alive. Once we receive the news of his death, the Holy See will fight you Demigods to the death!"
"Fight to the death? Hahaha, Annadi, who are you trying to scare? You and our Dark Council have been at loggerheads for so many years, but aren't we still living well? Come, let's see who's going to die. "
Baston shouted as if he wanted the world to be in chaos.
"Annadi, don't think that I can't do anything to you just because I'm alone. You better pray that Thunder God is still alive, or I'll be the first to kill you."
Wind God said in a gloomy tone.
"That's for the best. Let's directly start the battle. I really want to see what kind of ability the Wind God, one of the four demigods, has."
Annadi's hair and beard were all standing on end. His whole body emitted a powerful aura as he stared at the Wind God fearlessly.
"All right, all right. Calm down, everyone."
The scene was tense and full of the smell of gunpowder. A fight could break out at any time. Old Green felt a headache and hurriedly tried to smooth things over. "When we get the places to enter the Heaven-accessing Secret Land, you can do whatever you want. I don't care even if the world is turned upside down. But for now, can you all give me some face?"
"Humph, since Mr. Green said so, I, Baston, will give you face. Annadi, just wait and see."
The weakest of the three was Baston. Seeing that Annadi was about to go berserk, he immediately found a way out of this embarrassing situation. He even said some harsh words to save face.
Wind God snorted, turned around, and continued to control the speed of the ship. Although he did not say anything, his actions had replaced his words.
"Since Mr. Green has spoken, we'll settle the score later!"
Annadi was already weak in the face of the two great forces, so he would not be stupid enough to offend Old Green. After saying some polite words, he restrained his aura.
Annadi stared at Boyemi, who did not even dare to fart for a long time. He sighed in his heart, "This brother-in-law of mine only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun. He knows that there will be no fight, but he doesn't even dare to say a word. I don't know whether it was right or wrong for me to help him become an archbishop."
Boyemi lowered his head and did not dare to look at Annadi, but his heart was bitter. The red-robed archbishops were not so harmonious. There were many factions, and they all hoped that their power could be stronger so that they could have a greater say. Boyemi's sister was Annadi's old lover. Annadi supported Boyemi to become an archbishop because he cared about their relationship and wanted to increase his power. Otherwise, he would not have been able to become an archbishop.
He wanted to show off his bravery in front of Annadi, but when he thought of Ghost's Hunter, his calves would cramp, and he would not be in the mood to show his loyalty.
Among the archbishops, only Brad was aloof and never participated in the fights between the archbishops. After all, he was already in a position that was second only to the pope. In addition, he was in charge of the Holy Inquisition. Although it looked very majestic, it was a difficult and unrewarding job, and he could be killed by his enemies at any time. Most importantly, according to the rules of the church, the red-robed archbishops in charge of the Holy Inquisition had done too many dark and bloody things, so they did not have the right to be the pope.
They were not as comfortable as ordinary archbishops who could eat and drink every day, and even sleep with pure female believers. If they did well, they would have the hope of becoming the pope in the future. Therefore, the archbishops did not have any conflict of interest with Brad and could maintain a friendly relationship on the surface.
Annadi was the archbishop who ranked second only to Brad. Once Brad died, Annadi would inherit the position of the director of the Holy Inquisition before he appointed a successor. He was worried that the other archbishops would play dirty tricks and kill him on purpose even if they found Brad. If that happened, his dream of becoming the pope would be shattered.
Therefore, he volunteered to take on the hard task of finding Brad. He did not know if the old pope, who had not been out of the temple for decades, had seen through this. After Annadi made the request, the old pope agreed without hesitation. That was why Annadi came to Dragon Eye Island.
Thinking of the current complicated situation and the consequences of Brad's death, Annadi felt a headache. He secretly prayed that Brad would not die, or his decades of painstaking efforts would be in vain.
The four forces, each with their own ulterior motives, maintained a peaceful appearance on the surface and arrived at Dragon Eye Island safely. The four forces had been operating for many years, especially the Vatican, and there were certainly some believers among the senior officials in Indonesia. With a handwritten letter from the senior officials, the Dragon Eye Island police did not even dare to interrogate them. They just nodded and bowed and let them go. Coincidentally, they all checked into the hotel where Ding Ning stayed.
As soon as they arrived at the hotel, the black knights of the Vatican scattered to look for the God of Thunder. After all, it was no secret that the God of Thunder had appeared on Dragon Eye Island.
The dark knights of the Dark Congress did not want to be left behind. They also began to look for their subordinates, but no one knew whether they were looking for the Demon of Ghost or Brad.
As for the God of Wind, even though he was alone, his efficiency was not any lower than the Church and the Dark Parliament who had the advantage of numbers. He was like the wind, and had searched the entire island in a short period of time.
"Hey, there's a smell of blood!"
When he passed by a house, the God of Wind suddenly stopped and sniffed. His eyes flashed with surprise. He quietly touched the room and looked through the crack of the window.
In the room, a man wearing a platinum mask was sitting on the bed with his upper body naked. On the ground in front of the bed, there was a headless corpse. The smell of blood that he had smelled before came from this corpse.
Although Wind God was used to seeing bloody slaughters, when he saw the greedy gleam in Ghost Hunter's eyes as he used a black jade bottle to draw a struggling phantom from a corpse, his face contorted in pain. Ghost Hunter inhaled the phantom as if he was taking drugs. Wind God couldn't help but feel his stomach churning. He almost vomited.
Several times, he wanted to rush in and kill this demon who sucked human souls, but he was really afraid of dirtying his hands because of his obsession with cleanliness. In addition, he was now an ally of the Dark Congress. In the end, he looked coldly at the Demon of Ghost who seemed to be unaware of the Demon of Ghost's existence outside the Spirit Sky, and held back his killing intent, turned around and left.
After he left, after a long time, the Demon of Ghost put down the black jade bottle in his hand, showing a touch of lingering fear. The powerful breath of the God of Wind terrified him. He knew that he could not stay here for long, so he endured the pain on his back, put on a black robe and quietly left.
As for the body of Liao Ba, who wanted to replace him while he was injured, he was also taken away by him. Liao Ba's soul was an endless temptation to him, and it seemed more delicious than those slaughtered believers, making him drool.
Even though Snake Eight harbored evil intentions and attempted to kill him to replace him, he was once a loyal subordinate of Meng Qi. Meng Qi wanted to bury Snake Eight with his own hands.
Even he himself did not realize that when he was devouring Liao Ba's soul, the deep wound on his back was shrouded in a layer of black mist, and it began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The Demon of Ghost was born in the West, so he did not know the story of the Demon Invasion of the Divine Land in the Dark Ages, so he did not know that there was a race called the Demon Tribe at that time. They liked to eat the souls of living creatures with vigorous blood essence. The higher the cultivation, the more vigorous the soul, the better the taste, which was great for cultivating the Demon Skill. Therefore, only the royal family of the Demon Tribe was qualified to enjoy the soul of such a top expert.
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