Crown of Silence

Chapter 587 Long time no see

Avalon, 6 p.m.

The sky is still dark, and the icy rain has disappeared, replaced by an increasingly thick fog. The fog filled the air, almost submerging the entire lower city.

So far, Xiacheng District has not been completely cleared.

After it was once lost and captured by monsters, a large number of sea monsters still stayed here, even bringing many parasitic monsters with them, and the pollution level skyrocketed.

Even some of the most polluted places have become demonic realms.

This is a parasitic plaque on Avalon. If it is not clear, it will definitely develop into a fatal tumor in the future.

The Knights of the Round Table led the garrison troops to run around sleeplessly. Hundreds of tons of burning coal were transported by iron cars and distributed to each unit. After being equipped on the 'shower', it became a throughput. The fierce flames burned the demon and its lair to ashes.

Fires rose in the distant sky.

But some places are still dark.

In Xiacheng District, everyone understands one thing: they have to take care of their own affairs.

Sometimes, if the army doesn't clean up, then you have to do it yourself.

And if vital interests and fatal issues are involved, the efficiency of these people will be faster.

The first one to be opened up was the hidden port that was the favorite of smugglers. It was recaptured after only half a day of fall.

After the musicians' fire cleaned everything on the water, the entire port became clean and tidy, and the air was filled with a reassuring smell of smoke, pungent and warm, without any fishy smell.

And in the darkness and thick fog, at the port, someone raised a wind lantern and looked out.

"It's the last flight today."

Conrad, a former captain from Asgard and a fugitive, sat on the cold steps, smoking a low-quality cigar and looking at the blurry outline approaching in the distance.

He is now a recruited thug. With his killing skills trained in the army and his sharp mind, he is quite appreciated by the gang. He comes here with dozens of strong men who temporarily serve as porters. At your disposal.

After a busy afternoon, he had already moved the cargo of three ships, and his hands were cramped from exhaustion. Watching the last ship approaching slowly, I couldn't help but sigh: "These smugglers are really desperate for their lives. They dare to run away from the ship at this time."

The thin man under him chuckled, "If I had a boat, I would dare to run.

Weapons, food, spirits... Do you know how many times these things that are in short supply are sold on the black market? With the money you spend buying gold, you can't even buy a pound of pork.

Now those rich people have gone crazy, and whoever can bring what they want at this time will be a cuter person than the group of saving angels of the Inquisition last night.

I just did some calculations, and after just one trip like this, I can make more than twenty times the profit as before..."

Seeing the blank expressions of the people next to him, he spat, gestured with his famous fingers, and said a conservative number. In an instant, everyone's eyes turned green.

"You think this is a big head? Not yet!" The thin man lowered his voice: "Bringing things is just incidental. Do you know how much it costs to bring someone away? They don't want paper money, not even the order's money order, just Lazuli!”

The porters gathered together were stunned and made a lot of noises.

Not far away, the person in charge frowned and glared at Conrad, who was taking the lead, telling him to take care of his subordinates and stop being so talkative.

As if hearing his voice, the young man next to him smiled.

"They are all very energetic young people. This is good, at least it won't make people feel lifeless."

The steward wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a flattering smile: "They are all a bunch of black necks who don't understand the rules. Just don't find it annoying."

The young man shook his head and did not answer. He just stared at the approaching smuggling ship in the distance.

The steward held a lantern to illuminate him, illuminating the thin blanket on his knees to protect him from the cold. The thin blanket had a pattern that outlined his two slightly atrophied legs.

I just glanced at it accidentally, my eyes felt like they were burned with a soldering iron, and I didn't dare to look again.

Under the dim light, the young man's face was as handsome as that of a girl, sitting quietly in a wheelchair. His fingers tapped lightly on the back of the chair, but there was no sound.

Those calm eyes were iron gray.

Like steel that burns red and then cools.

"Sir, something's not right."

At the front of the pier, the rickety man waving a wind lantern frowned, "There's no signal back there."

The smuggling ship was still approaching gradually, and people with good eyesight could already see the peeling paint on the bow of the ship, but the entire ship was completely silent, with no signal and no sound.

"Mr. Watson, let me take you out of here." The person in charge bent down, thinking about the possible consequences, his face turned pale: "The situation is not good."

"No big deal, just get your people ready."

Watson lifted his chin with the palm of his hand and stared at the ship floating in the quiet current with his head sideways: "Let the musician go and take a look... Be careful, there are many valuable things on the ship, don't let everyone go in vain. Take a trip.”

The last sentence seemed like a joke, but when he said it so seriously, no one dared to laugh.

Soon, a bloated musician rose into the air, crossed a short distance, landed on the deck, and then bent over and vomited. The snakes stored in his chest swam out from his mouth one after another. Soon, they dispersed around and penetrated every hole. They sneaked into the cabin and began to investigate.

But soon, the musician's expression became confused, and after checking again and again, he gave the signal.

Safety.

The returning musician bent down and whispered in Watson's ear: "The things are still in the bottom warehouse, but there are no people and there is no smell of blood."

"Well, let's go."

Watson nodded and turned the wheelchair.

The person next to me was stunned for a moment: "Leave?"

"Anyway, no one is asking us to collect money, so just leave these things here." Watson said lightly: "Do you know that there is something weird, and you still plan to move the things back home?"

Everyone swallowed and looked back at the dead smuggling ship. Their eyes were full of reluctance, but they couldn't help but shiver when they felt the strange aura around them.

After hearing the order from above, the people below were stunned for a moment, then they came to their senses and threw away the prepared crowbars, forklifts and other tools and prepared to leave.

"You don't want it anymore just because you don't want it?"

Conrad, who was smoking on the shore, took a breath of air. The people above felt sorry for him, but he couldn't help feeling sad.

But looking at the dark ship, he couldn't help but beat wildly for some reason. A huge chill ran up his spine, which made him extinguish the pain in his heart and finally felt strange.

You can make as much money as you want, and at worst, you can rob it.

But there is only one life.

"What are you still doing? Let's go."

He took off the cigar from the corner of his mouth, threw it into the sea water under the steps, and walked away. The red-hot cigar drew an arc in the air, penetrated the mist, and fell into the water.

The moment it went out, it seemed to illuminate a face.

For a moment, Condra felt dazzled.

The next moment, the dead sea water was suddenly burst.

The demon lurking under the sea suddenly jumped up, with splashes of cold water droplets and thick fishy smell. It was incredibly fast and overwhelmed him in just an instant. Two rows of sharp teeth opened and pressed toward his throat.

Bang.

The sound of cervical vertebrae breaking sounded.

Blood splattered and the severed head fell to the ground.

There were also screams one after another.

The originally dead sea surface suddenly boiled, and countless dark shadows emerged from it, breaking through the sea surface, crawling out, and pounced towards the port, searching for the breath of every living creature.

Different from the original fish-men who were used as feed and consumables, this time the monster is even weirder. Instead of having two legs, it has a long snake tail and four arms on its shoulders. It does not change like the ordinary monster after leaving the water. There was no sign of slowness, but it was swimming by the snake's tail, at an incredibly fast speed.

In just a split second, he knocked down several thugs who were famous for their fierceness.

Those who reacted drew their swords and fought with the monsters, but except for a few of them who had obviously had military experience or received special training and training, it was difficult for everyone else to hold on.

Several musicians first protected Watson in the center, and then started the music in an attempt to counterattack, but then they heard a loud roar. The smuggling ship docked on the shore suddenly burst into flames, its hull cracked, and several huge monsters like beasts crawled out of the crack, rushed to the port, and ate people.

Through the cracks in the hull, you can see the torn boxes inside.

It is self-evident where these things are originally.

The things that came out of the box were still multiplying. They had no hair on their bodies, but were covered with a layer of scales. As if he had just been born, the originally wet and soft scales quickly became hard. Soon, the head covered with weird hair made a strange crunching sound, and sharp horns grew out of the forehead.

For these monsters, which are as big as elephant calves, killing enemies is far more important than hunting for flesh and blood. Instead of lingering on the blood on the ground, they are full of aggression towards anything that can move.

Someone risked his life and pounced on them, using strange force to pierce their scales, but then the parasites and acid spurted out from their abdomens made him scream in agony.

"This is not a natural monster."

Watson knocked on the side of the wheelchair and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Natural evolution will not be so targeted... It is a breed cultivated by black musicians."

He seemed to understand something, and a sneer appeared on his lips.

The sound of birds flapping their wings sounded.

Under the wheelchair, it was as if a pigeonhole had been opened.

One, two... or even countless blue robins emerged from under the wheelchair, flew up, emitted a crisp chirp, and pounced on their prey.

It was obviously just a flying bird, but it emitted a bright light in the darkness.

What's on their wings is not feathers, but flames!

Flames burning to an iron-green color were suffocating on their bodies. The power from the Phoenix Sons implanted the destructive heat brought by the way of change into the beastly nature. The hundreds of birds gathered into a torrent. Under the control, A low roar that cut through all the noise swept through the entire harbor.

In an instant, the situation was reversed.

"It's really great."

The musician who was protecting him couldn't help but sigh softly. Such attainments are already astonishing, and even musicians like them who have been famous for a long time are far behind.

Just looking at it makes me feel ashamed.

But just as Watson was concentrating on controlling the huge flock of birds, a crisp crackling sound suddenly sounded from the ground.

The brick-paved ground suddenly arched up.

Following the ether fluctuations on Watson's body, the demon that had dived into the mud along the sea water and finally hid under the land suddenly emerged from it, with a fishy wind, and pounced on Watson's face.

Incredibly fast!

At that moment, everyone changed color, but could not stop it.

In an instant, only a cold light flashed through the air.

In the deputy's hand with the cracked wheelchair, a slender dagger popped out, drew an iron-colored arc of light, fell into Watson's hand, and stabbed down as his wrist turned.

It flashed like a meteor.

A mournful cry sounded.

The monster-like demon had been nailed to the ground and struggled hard.

At the moment when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Watson impatiently. Turning his head, he looked at the shadows in the distance, "How long are you going to watch there?"

In the shadows, someone scratched his face awkwardly, "Oh, have you been discovered?"

Watson glanced at him coldly and said bluntly, "Give me a hand."

"Okay."

In the shadows, the newcomer smiled and took a step forward.

The broken wind lantern that fell to the ground illuminated his outer robe and his raised right hand.

The white index finger rubbed a flame and pressed it on the pipe at the corner of his mouth. So, in the misty smoke, the pipe was lit.

The red tobacco leaves burned, as if a fuse leading to the sky was lit.

The next moment, a terrifying light suddenly lit up in the dark clouds. It was the angry thunder and fire, which burned the iron-black clouds into red.

The screams burst out one after another.

Dozens of hot flames cut through the sky and fell from the sky, like a god casting a blade of punishment.

At the urging of the purification musicians, the stake fell on the ground, causing the earth to shake. Everyone staggered and almost lost their balance.

But then, the terrifying high temperature burst out, accurately engulfing every demon, and pulling anything that exuded an alien breath into the terrifying fire.

In the end, in the dead silence, there was only the sound of swallowing saliva.

The men holding swords looked at each other, their faces illuminated by the dancing flames.

In just a moment, all the demons disappeared, as if they had never been born, everything was destroyed in the flames, and the flames purified everything.

Under the fierce light of the bonfire, the hot wind rolled up the white hair.

In the thin smoke that was curling and dissipating, the young man in the purple robe tilted his head, looked at his few remaining friends, and smiled happily.

"Hey, Watson."

He said, "Long time no see."

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