Chapter 222: Chapter 138: The Fool’s Old Banquet, The Abyss Gu Flute (Vote for Recomndation)_4
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These extraordinary mbers of the Deep Sea Tribe had already infiltrated the area before, rely hiding and waiting without revealing themselves.
“Feiya!”
As soon as Bailuo finished speaking, the senior sister suddenly delivered a punch to Sigurian’s abdon.
“Wow!”
“There’s sothing in his stomach,” the senior sister said, “It’s not ventriloquism, he’s commanding them through so kind of Miracle Power that we can’t detect.”
“…”
Sigurian was also quite shocked; he had been cautious about giving orders, fearing that he might be discovered.
But he never imagined that after issuing only a few detailed commands, Bailuo would sense sothing wrong, and the senior sister would take more drastic action, slicing open Sigurian’s stomach with a sword and forcibly extracting sothing from inside.
“Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.”
On the deck, along with the jet-black blood, an oddly shaped sea snail appeared before everyone’s eyes.
“Is this, could this be a Miracle Treasure?”
Kristin said, “I’ve always heard that each of the Six Sons of Morgan holds a treasure capable of commanding the creatures of the sea, is this it?”
“But to keep it inside his stomach, isn’t that a bizarre idea? Doesn’t that disgust him?”
“So disgusting.”
Kristin’s words filled Sigurian with murderous intent.
He kept it in his stomach precisely to be unexpected.
Is that wrong, huh?
Such a cautious and cunning plan, to be labeled disgusting…
“Schwing!”
Bailuo drew the Lionheart King’s Blood Sword and with a downward slash cleaved the sea snail in two.
“Buzzing~~~”
Sure enough, the Winged Fish Cavalry and the Wandering Python, who had been advancing in an orderly fashion, avoiding long-range attacks, suddenly beca like headless flies.
“It’s good we found out in ti.”
Bailuo looked at Sigurian, who had been healed by holy light, “Kid, you really know how to play! One sche after another.”
Too bad, the gap in strength between them was too great.
Moreover, Bailuo and the senior sister were just too alert, always managing to detect his intentions at the first opportunity.
This left Sigurian constrained by the enemy even before he could make a move.
anwhile, Nors was completely stunned.
The man was full of tricks; if it wasn’t for Bailuo and the senior sister, if it had been him instead, he might have indeed been outwitted completely.
Not to ntion anything else, just by letting Sigurian talk a bit more, Nors might have fallen into the traps he had laid.
“You are quite impressive.”
Sigurian’s mouth had been sealed, but his voice still ca from his abdon, “But in the battle for Miracle Power, what really matters are the soldiers and the generals.”
“If it were a head-on clash, you’d only need to use a decapitation tactic, and I’d be undoubtedly dood.”
“However, you cannot kill .”
Sigurian’s hearing was still sealed, but that didn’t stop him from speaking with Ventriolquism, “So, next, I’d like to see how you fend it off.”
It?
Bailuo and the senior sister thought of what the old uncle had said about the Sea Demons under Sigurian’s command, each with Master Level combat abilities.
“Whoo~~”
The fog, a thick fog where one couldn’t see their hand in front of their face, drifted in from the end of the sea.
It moved swiftly, engulfing the People of Yatun before they even realized.
“What’s going on?”
“Such a dense fog!”
“Is it their Ability?”
“Everyone, assemble imdiately, stay close to one another, don’t stray from the group!”
The People of Yatun stood in the midst of the mist, contracting their defenses; seeing this, the senior sister imdiately changed the Avalon Sanctified Light Barrier’s operational mode.
“Block out the dense fog!”
Following the senior sister’s command, a circular Barrier with a radius of over 500 ters cleared the dense fog, and the People of Yatun could see their companions once more.
At this mont, atop the vast ocean, a golden sphere protected the People of Yatun.
Inside the sphere was bright, but outside, there was only an appalling pallor.
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“Gurgle.”
The fear of the unknown brought significant psychological pressure to the People of Yatun.
Such dense fog persisted, still hovering over the sea.
Beneath their feet was not land but ice, and underneath the ice was the pitch-black deep sea that seed bottomless.
“It always feels like a monster will burst out from beneath our feet the next second,” Shuster said, his body trembling slightly. Abadun imdiately responded, “I’m standing right beside you, if it eats us, it’ll have to eat us both.”
“Haha.”
Shuster laughed, “Now that you ntion it, I’m not afraid anymore.”
Of course, this was not Schadenfreude.
In Shuster’s view, if Abadun was present when they were getting eaten, it would be the sea monster that should die, not them.
He would certainly tear the sea monster’s stomach apart and save himself.
Such conversations occurred in many places.
The People of Yatun may have gained strength, but their state of mind had not improved in tandem.
In other words, they lacked combat experience.
Dealing with favorable battles was one thing, but facing adverse battles…
Running away or surrendering was definitely not an option, and their morale wouldn’t plumt.
But in terms of judgnt, most People of Yatun had no second choice other than fighting desperately and engaging the enemy till death.
When strength is limited, wisdom is truly important.
“Besides,” Abadun went on, “the big sister’s barrier is spherical, not hemispherical, we have at least 500 ters of sanctified light beneath our feet.”
Although the consumption would be much more intense, for the sake of the children’s safety, the older sister still chose the most perfect form of barrier.
“Aren’t they coming yet?”
Those ten pythons, along with the Winged Fish Cavalry that suddenly vanished.
It was these missing enemies that were truly terrifying.
“The enemy possesses so kind of Miracle Power that conceals their traces.”
Both Bailuo and the older sister could sense neither the whereabouts of the Deep Sea Tribe nor the sea monsters.
As for the remaining sea beasts and fish monsters, they were suitable for the children’s practice, but completely unworthy opponents for them.
In a word, only those who could break through the Avalon Sanctified Light Barrier deserved to be their enemies.
If they couldn’t even get past that, then they were no more than fodder, re mortals in the face of Miracle Power from the Miracle World.
“What kind of commands would Sigurian issue?”
Sigurian had few opportunities to issue orders, which might have lasted only a few monts before being discovered by Bailuo and the older sister.
That also ant that the information he could convey to his comrades and subordinates was very limited.
“The enemy is strong, do not approach carelessly.”
“One male and one female are King Level powerhouses; do not engage with them if encountered, avoid them as much as possible.”
“The enemy’s underwater force is insufficient, launch an attack from the seabed.”
“Don’t think about defeating them but,” Bailuo uttered the last four words that Sigurian might have said, “lead them away!”
“…”
If Sigurian could hear Bailuo and the older sister’s conversation, he would definitely be struck with a cold sweat.
Because their analysis nearly matched the commands he had issued before.
“Morgan’s Miracle.”
For the first ti, Bailuo took the initiative to ask Kristin, “Which faction is it from?”
“Umm…”
Kristin felt she shouldn’t speak of it, but then she thought it over and realized it didn’t seem to violate any rules, nor was it exposing the Miracle of the Immortal Hawk Duke.
“The Old Banquet Faction.”
“!!!”
After entering the battlefield, Bailuo showed a serious expression for the first ti and conveyed to his sister, “How much longer?”
“Less than 5 minutes,” she replied.
The Old Banquet Faction was definitely not good news.
Bailuo hadn’t forgotten the tone and attitude his uncle had when he ntioned this faction: “The most terrifying miracle among the Twenty-Eight Camps…”
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