Pirate Throne of Salt

No matter how beautiful the sound of the bell is, it will eventually dissipate. After all, it is not eternal, and its beautiful sound only exists for a moment.

The dark-skinned Sandia warriors stayed in the sound of the bell for a long time, and the corners of their eyes were moist, because the long-cherished wish of their ancestors was finally fulfilled after 400 years.

"Snapped!"

……

Many people's weapons were thrown on the ground, and their faces had no fighting spirit. Moreover, at this time, it was meaningless to continue fighting and sacrifice.

However, among these people, there was one person who was different from others. His face did not have the same relieved expression as his companions around him. His face was full of unwillingness, and his hands clenched the giant cannon on his shoulders.

He was very fast, yes, very fast, because on the battlefield at this time, the two parties, the Sandians and the Sky Islanders, almost had no idea of ​​continuing to fight after hearing the shocking bells. So most people froze in place, except for this guy named Weipa who kept rushing towards the golden clock.

……

"Lord Enelu? Are you awake?"

Each of the four priests had shocking scars on their bodies. Their auras were very unstable, and they had exhausted their last strength to get here.

At this time, their tone was a little urgent. Matthew had already said before when he left that his goal was Enero...

Therefore, when I saw that the next generation of gods I believed in was not dead yet, I was naturally relieved.

There was an old man with blood stains on his body, the armor he was wearing was in tatters, and the spear in his hand was broken. The whole man was trembling as he walked, as if he was about to die at any moment.

"Anilu..."

The old voice sounded, and the four priests knelt down on one knee and bowed.

The old man's tone was a little helpless. He didn't blame the man standing in front of the Lamp of Shantora. He even thanked him for ringing the golden bell that had not rung for 400 years.

This war was bound to break out sooner or later, and that man just brought the war ahead of schedule. It was inevitable and accidental.

The Golden Bell is different. The Golden Bell is destined to be ringed only by outsiders. He, Ganfu, once thought about ringing it, but he couldn't do it. This was a game between two races. He couldn't use his own people to do it. Therefore, when Matthew rang the golden bell, his heart was full of gratitude.

"Haha...Old man, you are here."

Enelu, who was slumped on the ground, was lifted up by a fat priest, his eyes full of exhaustion.

"Old man, I'm a little tired..."

Ganfor didn't say much, he just stepped forward and patted Enelu's shoulder gently.

And at this moment, in such an atmosphere, an inappropriate voice sounded.

"Ganfor!"

"Anilu!"

The tone contained unparalleled determination, and the man named Weipa stepped forward, "The 400-year battle between Sandia and the Sky Islanders will come to an end today! As long as I defeat you two guys, Then no one can stop us from getting our land back!"

"Beat me?"

A smile appeared on Anilu's tired face: "Sandia guys, haven't you woke up yet? How ridiculous!"

Even with his severely injured body, it is not easy to move even now, but this man is still not afraid when facing the enemy but instead holds his head high. Although there is confidence in his thunderous fruit, but... There is no doubt that this can also be clearly seen, the pride in this man's heart, even though his mind has changed now, even though he is now somewhat dismissive of the so-called god's position.

"Just a mortal, stay humble when facing gods!"

The priest next to Enel yelled loudly.

"Humph,"

Weipa took the defeated incendiary cannon in his hand and snorted coldly, "If you want to talk big, let's do it now! I will let you know that even the so-called God is meaningless!"

Weipa is a confident and arrogant man. This can be seen from his insistence on going his own way. He created the enemy camp alone and wanted to take this opportunity to kill the two gods of the empty island. Such an operation is really a bit confusing. Unbelievable.

"Asshole, how could a guy like you be allowed to challenge the majesty of God!"

The man named Ohm pulled out the sword stuck in the ground.

The four priests took a step forward and stood in front of Ganfuer and Anilu.

"If you want to fight, let me join you too!"

Ganfu held a broken spear in his hand and spoke in a cold tone.

"Yeah ha ha ha!"

"Old man, don't you finally persuade me to live in peace this time?"

Weipa was alone, facing the opponent without retreating at all. His eyes were burning with fighting spirit.

But, at this moment, the man who had been squatting in front of the golden clock suddenly stood up.

He gently patted the dust on his clothes, then turned his head and walked straight forward.

"tread!"

"tread!"

……

The sound of shoes scraping against the ground was very clear, because no one spoke in this scene at this moment, so the sound of the man's footsteps was very clear.

Of course, this man brings a strong sense of oppression to everyone.

Matthew walked past the four priests. The four of them suddenly seemed to have collapsed and lay limply on the ground.

This was not Matthew's handiwork. He just passed by these people. Everything was caused by the fear of Matthew in these people's hearts.

He walked through Enelu, and Enelu's expression had mixed emotions, including unwillingness, anger, and a trace of respect for the strong.

As he passed Ganfor, the old man nodded to him.

Finally, he came to Weipa.

This descendant of the great warrior Kalgara of the Shandia clan did something that the other six people never expected.

"stop!"

Weipa had a cold expression on his face.

"Why do you ring the golden bell?"

"What qualifications do you have to ring the golden bell?"

Matthew smiled. He suddenly felt that the Shandia family was a bit sad. It was really sad that Kalgra had such a descendant...

Can't even distinguish the most basic situation clearly?

It was clear that there was no point in fighting between the two parties now, so what else was he going to do?What else does he want to do?

Facing Weipa, I'm afraid Ganfuor has the most say. This young man has undermined his own efforts more than once, his own efforts to fight for peace, and now, he has undermined it again...

"boom!"

Amid the shocked expressions of the six people behind him, Weipa fired.

The old man with feather ornaments on his head who was being helped by someone in the distance and rushed here quickly looked at Weipa's movements and was stunned for a moment...

He is late.

Some things, it seems, are irreversible...

The old chief knew that the end was coming...

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