The dense wind blades bypassed the Kavituva believers who were standing still and avoided Kurban who was rushing at the front. Under Materazzi's exquisite control, these wind blades entered Rawls' blind spot.
When they appeared in his sight, Feng Ren and Kulban were only five or six steps away from him.
Rawls calmly took two or three steps back, grabbed forward with his left hand again, and twisted his wrist. He did not try to distort the trajectory of the wind blade, but chose to distort Kurban's sense of direction, making him
The original rush forward turned into a rush to the left, blocking the direction of the wind blade.
After raising his hand to create the wind blade, Materazzi roared angrily, causing the believers who had stopped in place to regain their distorted consciousness. They looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes, but Materazzi behind him had already created
Out of the hurricane surrounding them, the strong wind pressure knocked them away in front of them.
When Kurban took the first step to the left, he realized something was wrong, but the inertia of his body still made him rush to the left. He kept his arms close to his body, lowered his head and roared. The blue water curtain on his body was
It's a bit thicker, as if it's surrounded by a layer of sea water.
The dense wind blades passed through the blue water curtain on Kurban's back without any hindrance. The water curtain shattered like glass. He just groaned and still rushed to the left according to inertia, but his arms were close to his body.
I couldn't lift it up, and I couldn't punch it.
Rawls had already moved a few steps to the left to avoid the wind blade coming from the right. Looking at Kurban rushing towards him, his right cane drew a beautiful arc from left to right and struck hard.
It hit him on the waist, causing him to fly away and hit the wind blade on the right. This time he fell to the ground without even making a sound.
Materazzi, who had just beaten those idiots away, had his original blood-red eyes darker. The strong wind under his feet rose and pushed him towards Rawls. Although he was worried about Kurban's life or death, he did not
After losing his mind and knowing that the enemy could make the wind blade change its trajectory, he did not create the wind blade again.
The anger in his eyes seemed to turn into real flames and spit out, the muscles of his body expanded again, and his two fists were wrapped with whistling and rotating wind blades. Hitting his body would definitely create the effect of a lake of flesh and blood.
Looking at Materazzi being carried by the strong wind, Rawls, who was having trouble breathing under the strong wind pressure, continued to retreat, but his retreat speed was definitely not as fast as Materazzi, who was assisted by the wind.
He casually grabbed the remaining stones from his pocket and threw them away.
"Bribery - weaken."
There were no changes in Materazzi, because what the "briber" weakened was not his strength, but his attack, defense and control of Rawls.
Looking at Materazzi who was gradually approaching him, Rawls waved his cane gently, and dozens of bright fires exuding the majestic power of the sun flew towards him in a row.
Still not creating a wind blade, Materazzi let the surrounding hurricanes tangle into a whirlwind and hit the bright fire flying in front of him. The sharp wind quickly extinguished these golden flames and returned to the master's side.
around.
But at this time Rawls had stopped, and the "Scepter of Power" in his hand had been inserted straight into the ground. He opened his hands as if to embrace the sun. His expression was solemn, he lowered his head and recited in ancient Hermetic language:
"God said, it doesn't work."
The strong wind surrounding Materazzi immediately dissipated a lot, and even his body could not support it. His feet touched the ground again, and he stopped pursuing forward. The whistling sound of the wind blade on his fist weakened and became lower. The probability of "flesh mold lake".
The sudden change caused him to lose consciousness for a moment, but he reacted immediately. Just as he was about to call out the wind again, he saw the enemy once again stretched out his palm to grab him in vain. Materazzi, who realized that something was wrong, seemed to lose his mind. He lost his sense and actually gave up calling for the strong wind.
"Baron of Corruption", "Twisted".
Rawls didn't know what ability Materazzi wanted to use, but he twisted his intention and made him give up using the ability. Withdrawing his right hand, he opened his arms again, hugged the sun, and spoke in a low voice in ancient Hermetic language :
"God said, it doesn't work."
He once again used the ability of "Notary Public" to weaken part of Materazzi's strength due to anger. Without lowering his arms, Rawls's brown eyes were dyed blue and he looked at the somewhat confused Materazzi. An invisible wave quietly dispersed toward him.
"Baron of Corruption", "Corruption".
Part of the bloodshot eyes disappeared, the body size shrank a bit, and the power of the "Rage People" using anger was also weakened. After being stunned for a moment, Materazzi suddenly thought of his nephew Kurban, whose life and death were unknown, and the anger in his heart seemed to explode. The volcano could no longer take it back, and the anger overwhelmed his mind.
He waved his fists and rushed forward like an ordinary person fighting, and the strong wind surrounding his body quietly dissipated.
When Materazzi regained consciousness, he had already arrived in front of Rolls, and the black gun was already pointed at him. Before he could create a strong wind and use a water curtain to protect himself, he heard a gunshot and lost his mind. Awareness.
"Bang", Materazzi's body fell in front of Rawls. The wound between his eyebrows was oval and scorched black, and bright red blood and white brains flowed out along the hole drilled by the bullet.
The remaining followers of Cavituwa looked at Materazzi who fell to the ground, without even the thought of fighting back. The fear in their hearts had already exceeded their faith in God, and they either ran towards the woods or rushed towards the cliff. , trying to jump into the sea to survive.
The land in front of the altar suddenly turned into a "swamp". A gray stone head drilled out of it, and a roar roared out from the hole at the bottom. The sound contained some kind of mental stimulation, which made the fleeing people flee in all directions. Several people stopped, turned around and rushed towards the stone golem Romit.
Rawls, who was farthest away from Romit, felt a buzzing in his mind. An evil fire came from nowhere, which made him want to rush forward and blow up the stone head. He shook his head violently and reached out to hold it. Holding the "Scepter of Power" inserted in the soil, a warm and genial power passed into his body, preventing him from rushing forward to attack Romit.
Pulling out the "Scepter of Power", Rawls looked at the several people who had been tied up by green vines, and then looked at Romit who emerged from the ground, his body covered with blue-gray rocks. The corner of his mouth twitched, mocking Jia Shi. Golem, you are a mountain giant, a born MT!
Unaware that Rawls was complaining about her, Romit walked towards Rawls with his stubby legs and his voice was gentle and strong:
"I'm sorry to interrupt your fight."
"If we don't help, it will be troublesome to let them escape. It's better not to provoke that sea snake. By the way,"
Rawls pointed his cane at the Kavitua believers who were bound by green vines, "Don't Jamil need experimental subjects to make spells? These people should be able to come in handy."
"I hope!" Stone Golem Romit shook his head, "I can feel that the life level of these people has not yet reached the level of normal extraordinary people."
Rawls frowned and looked at the dry skin of the believers not far away. He didn't find anything unusual, but he didn't really care. He should leave this kind of thing to Jamil to study.
…
Outside the woods, the people who were escorted here by the followers of Kavituwa gathered together. Although they were tired and thirsty, they knew that they had been rescued and forgot about their physical fatigue and hunger. They cried and laughed with their own
Friends and relatives hug each other.
Their nightmare is finally over. No matter how much suffering they have suffered, as long as they are still alive, they are satisfied.
Not far away, Rawls turned his head, looked at the few people in front of him who were no different from refugees, and frowned slightly:
"How did you get kidnapped here? Although those people are extraordinary, their ships are not very good. It should be difficult to catch up with you?"
He had learned before that most of these people came from ships that passed through nearby routes, and only a few came from certain small islands inhabited only by local indigenous people. The few people in front of him all survived from various ships.
crew.
Mikhail, who could tell from his facial features and body shape that he was from Fusac, stroked his bald head and said angrily:
"Those damn guys disguised themselves as shipwrecked ships and deceived our trust. As soon as they got close to us, they took action. The crew members on our ship were killed before they could resist."
Another Loen crew member looked sad, his eyes were red, and he sobbed:
"Our captain was very careful and only gave them a rescue boat, which was enough for them to row to a nearby island. But a man flew directly onto the boat, waved his hand and cut the throats of several people."
The remaining few people were all similar. They all went there with the idea of rescue, but they did not expect to encounter such a thing.
On the sea, no matter how good the captain is, there is no way to guarantee that he will not encounter a shipwreck, so most people will choose to help when faced with such a thing.
Rawls had already taken off his glasses and put on an iron mask. He didn't know what to say about this kind of thing. After coughing lightly, he said in a hoarse voice:
"Their ship is still at the original place. You are all crew members. Take them away from here. After leaving, you can go to any church in the Church of the Storm and tell them that there is an altar of Kavitua on this island, and they will take care of it.
That’s all. Okay, you can go, Mikhail will stay.”
Except for Mikhail, the others looked at each other a few times and wanted to say something before Rawls drove him away impatiently.
Rawls looked at Mikhail through the holes in the mask. He had a bald head and a beard, and was tall and burly. He was a typical Fusac man. According to his self-introduction, he was the second officer of the Shnikov passenger ship.
, often traveling between the Gargas Islands in Fusac and the Rhoside Islands.
"What do you need me to do?" Although Mikhail looks rough, his mind is very delicate. Otherwise, with his size and identity, he would definitely be among the first to be killed by Kavituva's followers.
"I have a few questions that I need you to answer."
Anyone who can kill those brutal natives must be an extraordinary person. Mihayiner shrank his neck and said cautiously:
"You ask? But there are some questions that I may not be able to answer..."
"It doesn't matter, just tell me what you know. Are there many passenger ships like the Shnikov that go between the Gargas Islands and the Rhoad Islands?"
"The first few months were not many. As you know, Roen and Fusac lost the war on the east coast of Balam. Many people in our country returned from the Rhoside Islands to Gargas Island or to avoid trouble.
Domestic. However, there has been no war between the two countries during this period, so the number of guests gradually increased."
Mihayiner travels between the two countries all year round and is proficient in Loen language, but his accent is so strong that his tongue can curl up. He organized his words while thinking, for fear of offending the extraordinary person in front of him.
"What about the freighter?"
Freighter? Although Mikhail was very confused in his heart, he still answered honestly:
"The trade between Fusac and Loen generally does not pass through this route. After all, this is the Sunia Sea. Both Fusac and Loen are far away from here. And because of colonial conflicts,
, the two countries strictly inspect cargo ships on this route. As far as I know, only a few permitted cargo ships will transport goods through this route."
"Are you from Gargas Island?"
"Uh, no, I'm from Indo, but I live in Gargas Island now."
"The whaling industry on Gargas Island is very developed?"
"Yes, the sea between Gargas Island and Toscat Island is called the Sea of Beluga." Mihail slapped his head violently, adding a slap mark to his smooth scalp, "Those who are allowed to
Most of the cargo ships carry beluga bones and 'grey amber', and Loen has a great demand for these two things."
The former can be used as the bustle of banquet dresses, and the latter is a top-grade spice. Whether used as incense or added to perfume, it is a luxury item that can only be enjoyed by the rich and nobles.
Rawls's eyes lit up and he asked calmly:
"The Sea of Beluga is between Loen and Feysac. Then Roen can also hunt beluga whales, so why do we need to import them from Feysac?"
"No, there are not many beluga whales left in the Sea of Beluga. Most of the whaling house's ships have to go east to the deepest part of the Sunia Sea to hunt beluga whales. Only the whaling houses with permission are allowed to continue to hunt beluga whales in the Sea of Beluga.
The Sea of Whales hunts beluga whales.”
Mikhail shook his head, "The permitted whaling houses are either the property of domestic nobles or the property of military generals, but even so, the number of beluga whales they can hunt is getting smaller and smaller, but they have to
Much better than other whaling houses. In order to hunt beluga whales, they often choose to sail further and get lost in the sea.”
Gargas Island and Tuscat Island, one to the north and one to the south, are the easternmost colonies of Fusac and Loen respectively.
“What are the licensed whaling houses?”
"Andre Whaling House, Xue Ge Whaling House..."
Mikhail gave the names of five or six whaling houses, and then, under Rawls's questioning, told the owners behind these whaling houses.
Rawls nodded with satisfaction and lightly stomped on the ground. Mikhail's eyes blurred and he walked towards the crowd in a confused way.