the flamethrower's muzzle, aiming it across a distance of fifteen meters at the clone soldier.Next second,He pulled the trigger without emotion, his eyes not even blinking.Shout!!!A scorching fire to..."Hold her! Bring her here!"
Sir Deidre laughed heartily, commanding his two personal guards.
"No, don't..."
The little girl was now crying so hard her eyes were swollen shut. She watched the two men in suits approaching her step by step, struggling and backing away in fear.
Two CP members approached with blank expressions, grabbing the little girl's hands and shoulders with unusually brutal force. Ignoring her gasping cries, they quickly left bloody scratches on her arms.
Other civilians kneeling on the ground could no longer bear to look, unable to face this cruel scene.
The navy men, including Gion, stood there with faces ashen. Anger burned inside them, almost setting their bodies ablaze, yet their hands and feet felt like they were filled with cement, heavy and immobile.
Darren took a deep breath.
"Sir Eldred the Holy..."
"Well, Governor Daren, what's your opinion on my decision" Sildeis Saint expressed with a mocking interruption, cutting off Daren's words and staring at him with a smirk.
Darren's eyes gradually narrowed, but his face was suddenly lit up with a smile even warmer than before.
Of course not, it is her good fortune and the glory of the people of the North Sea that Sir Sildeas has taken notice of her.
"I'm only afraid that the two subordinates of the adults might hurt your wife, so I want to help the adults."
After he finished speaking, Darren's figure vanished like a ghost.
The next second he appeared before the little girl.
Neither of them saw him make any move, but the two CP members nonetheless felt an invisible force pushing them away.
Darren casually waved his hand, and a member of the cp squad whipped out a long sword from their waist. It flew through the air, twisting into liquid metal, mostly solidifying rapidly into shackles that bound the little girl's hands and feet.
The remaining metal coalesced into a gag, sealing the little girl's mouth and silencing her cries.
Only a pair of terrified, tear-filled eyes remained exposed.
Darren stepped forward, crouched down halfway, and met the little girl's hateful gaze with a stoic expression. He said:
"It is an honor to serve the great Sir Seirdes."
He took the little girl's hand and led her, eyes filled with despair and vacant stare, before Sir Eldred.
"Silders Saint, this way at least your journey will be quieter."
Sir Eldred glanced at Darren and suddenly burst into laughter again.
"Hahahahahahaha!! Fun!! Fun!! You, this navy man, are so entertaining!!"
He looked at Darren with admiration and amusement in his eyes.
"You, you're doing quite well, Darren... I'll put in a good word for you with those old geezers in the government."
In the eyes of countless commoners filled with resentment and hatred, Darren bowed slightly and smiled faintly:
Thank you, sir/madam.
"Hahahahahaha..." Syldas Saint laughed again, "Well then, let's set sail for home."
As his words fell, a cp member swiftly approached, moving like a well-trained loyal hound, dropping to all fours and lying on the ground.
Sildus Saint directly leaped onto his back, imperiously commanding him to leave in the direction of the harbor.
Another CP member also pulled the dazed and lost little girl, who seemed to have been frightened out of her wits, along after him.
"No... don't..."
At that moment, a hoarse voice suddenly rang out.
Everyone was taken aback.
Only to see the little girl's father tremblingly climbed up from the ground stained with blood, hopelessly reaching out towards the direction where the Heavenly Dragon people disappeared.
As if trying to grasp something.
But he could never hold onto anything.
Gion noodles showed sadness, walking over and intending to help him up.
"I'm sorry..."
She whispered.
She didn't dare to look at the heartbroken expression on the man's face.
Seeing the convoy escorting the Heavenly Dragon people board the magnificent official ship, hoist its sails and set sail, it soon disappeared from sight on the sea.
A stiff smile suddenly stretched across the man's blood-stained face.
That kind of smile, hiding sadness, despair, absurdity... it's heartbreaking to look at.
"Leia, she might have a pretty good life..."
Gion said something comforting, even though she didn't believe it herself,
"Live well too - "
Suddenly, the man slammed his head against the wall of the building.
"Bang!"
Fresh blood splattered onto Gion's face.
She felt her vision become blurry, as if it were consumed by a blinding red. Everything she saw seemed to be upside down, like hell.
She saw vaguely, the man's blood, flowing down the snow-white walls of the city government building, which was scrubbed for the arrival of the Tianlong people.
Red and white, intertwined in her world, forming twisted hues.
That dull thud echoed repeatedly in her mind... buzzing.
Frantic screams, shouts for a doctor, angry curses, the sound of footsteps... shattered the dead silence of the street.
"Help!"
"He's still alive!!"
"Still alive!!"
"...".
Gion sat there listlessly, kneeling and drained of strength.
In his hand, he clutched tightly a blooming rose of vibrant beauty.
The thorns of the rose, piercing the palm flesh, causing blood to flow.
But she was completely oblivious.
Live well...
She suddenly realized how absurd her words of comfort were.
The little girl's mother has already passed away from illness, and the man's only love is her.
But now she has been forcibly taken away by the World Nobles.
This man with hands stained with soil, from this moment on, is left all alone.
What reason and courage could he possibly have to live on
In a daze,
She recalled the words she had once said to the little girl, her mind replaying them.
'Don't worry, sister is a Navy SEAL, she's here to protect you…'
Of course, that's the Navy's responsibility.
Gion suddenly trembled all over.
She raised her head, her eyes glazed and staring into the sky.
The sky was overcast and gloomy, the light seemed to be obscured by something.
Boom—!!
A clap of thunder boomed, flashing from the clouds.
Each snowflake, like a soft feather, gently falls.
"It's snowing... It's still summer."
She murmured in confusion.
In 1492, Bat Island, a tropical locale in the North Sea, experienced its first snowfall in decades.
The snowflakes, not cold at all, fell upon Gion's body.
She turned her head blankly, looking at the silent figure of Admiral North Sea in the distance. Her brain seemed frozen, losing all ability to think.
In a daze,
She suddenly understood.
She finally understood the words of that Warring States general.
"This vast ocean... it's too immense. The light of the Just Gull Banner cannot reach every dark, filthy, and sinister corner."
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