Wind Breath Canyon, many years ago, was once a bustling mining town that gathered a type of spiritual crystal ore known as Wind Breath Stone, used as materials for magicians or combined with other substances to create temperature control systems in the houses of the wealthy.
The canyon was thus nad.
As the mines were depleted and resources exhausted, the rugged and harsh terrain naturally fell into abandonnt.
However, many ancient relics of the town still remained, with rusted mining iron fras and broken walls scattered through the Qunqing Mountain Range, rendering an infinitely desolate scene, while the fierce winds of the canyon terrain were quite cutting.
"Are you sure it’s this place?"
Liszt and his group tied their horses to trees alongside the main road, the ti had already reached the afternoon, it was uncertain if it was late, whether those two people were still alive.
To cope with pursuers, rely running on the main roads was tantamount to courting death, they had to leave the stone-paved roads and enter the dense forests of the Western Continent. The horses here were legitimate, not like those in Skyrim ridden by Dragon Descendants, capable of flying through space and ti; they couldn’t handle the steep slopes and densely bushed complex terrain.
"Keep heading in the southeast direction for about fifteen miles."
Caroso pulled out an ancient brass Compass with intricate engravings from his tattered clothes, the needle pointing toward the deep forests to the southeast. This Compass was a spiritual ability tool, paired with another compass within a range of a hundred miles, marking each other’s locations.
"Over there are many abandoned mines, which make a good hiding place, but it is hard to know if there might have been collapses over the years."
Claude judged so, while his twenty n had also caught up and joined the rescue operation.
"We have no ti left, we must retrieve the people before the sunset, if we drag into the night without finding them, not only will our difficulty increase, but there might also be unforeseen events at the port."
Liszt speculated that the pursuers probably had soone notify the Constitutional Soldiers in Londen City already, damn it, they had encountered the worst scenario. By then, the route from Lavender Town to secret port would definitely be blocked tight, indicating that Black Sail had to engage in full-scale war with those Aran people.
This was not just a matter of fighting our way through anymore, but a bloody battle where both sides fight to the death; they had to rely on the invincible General Fen to think of a solution.
"Now every minute and second must be fought for, the longer we delay, the faster Londen City will be blocked up."
Liszt borrowed a broadsword from one of Claude’s n to use as a tool to clear the path in the jungle, having already cut through several bushes. The dense forest was not only filled with trees; the rainy climate of the coastal region fostered many kinds of woody plants.
"There’s no need for such hassle, we must conserve our energy."
Caroso seed reliable so far to the group of four, despite slling strongly of the sea, a typical pirate, but his judgent was indisputable, the Earl had good insight.
Caroso placed his hand on his great sword, his dry, cracked lips continuously moving, softly praying. He was petitioning to one of the Thirteen Holy Spirits, the God of Thunder Light, also known as the Master of the Infinite Sky.
"There’s no need for spellcasting now, big brother."
Liszt was dumbfounded, truly a Madman from the Church Court.
Claude interrupted Liszt asking him not to speak. As a native of Aran City, he knew the miraculous aspects of the various Church Courts and understood the role of the Heavenly Punisher better than the Black Sail crew. In a broad sense, all inexplicable phenona were terd Magic, but there was a great deal of specifics involved, leading to countless types, such as Astrology, Prophecy, arcane, Spellcasting, etc., and the Church Court referred to their Magic as Miracles.
rely praying was not sothing that would produce results directly, otherwise, everyone would be a Heavenly Punisher. Prayer was only a dium or a kind of self-command given psychologically; it involved deep and profound mysteries, possibly related to the willing power of faith; if Madn couldn’t understand the complexity, no one knew if real gods existed.
Heavenly Punisher was an existence within the Holy Spirit Church that could sense the Holy Spirit and borrow a portion of its infinite power.
As Caroso moved his hand along the sword, accompanied by a strange humming, golden Thunder Light sparkled like countless threads of serpentine silk along the blade, swirling chaotically and fiercely, an intimidating spectacle.
Shadi and Swan were both shocked; the Heavenly Punisher had so tricks up his sleeve.
"Damn..."
Liszt was stunned. There really was a Holy Spirit, and General Fen was a killer, his atheism didn’t work damn it! After these ten years, he had cursed all the well-known gods in this land; wasn’t he in for a strike of bad luck? But nothing had happened over the years, probably because Lord Guan Gong had been protecting him.
Caroso led the way ahead of Liszt, clearing any obstructive bushes with his thunder light sword, turning them into charred powder, increasing their efficiency imnsely.
Liszt cald his mind; now was not the ti to think about these issues. The five of them just needed to go, but they had to be vigilant about their horses on the return trip; otherwise, they would be cornered and left without a corpse for sure, leaving more than twenty of Claude’s n behind.
The group of five, led by Caroso, swiftly moved through the dense forest, descending slopes and crossing streams, heading towards the Heavenly Punisher’s compass marker.
All were veterans familiar with the brink of life and death, none lacking in physical stamina.
Half an hour later.
Liszt and his group faced the encircling Aran pursuers. These pursuers were all too familiar with Caroso’s face.
Their combat experience far exceeded that of anyone from Londen City; it was a completely different level of battlefield experience.
The mont the Constitutional Captain spotted these n.
"Form up, six o’clock, fire!"
Over ten Firearms Team mbers raised their guns, pulled the triggers, and fired towards the group of five.
Not to ntion Caroso and Claude.
Black Sail had encountered dozens of sea battles—pirates, navy, rchant ship escorts, bounty hunters—they had killed countless, how could they not be familiar with such tactics?
The five reacted extrely quickly, all of them taking cover behind trees. As the guns fell silent and smoke filled the area, being that the accuracy of smoothbore guns was terribly low, not a single person was hit.
The Constitutional Captain, highly experienced, knew the extre danger posed by the Heavenly Punisher, who had chased them from the massive wall to the East Shore, cutting down over seventy of their n along the way; the rest must be reinforcents from the coast. How could they compete?
By the ti they had reloaded, the enemy had already charged at them. He imdiately ordered a scattered retreat, using close combat weapons for defense, closing in on the Officer’s position.
A squad of Constitutional Soldiers hesitated not a bit and began running toward the mountainside.
Shadi and Swan, known for their swiftness, would not miss this chance.
This was not an assassination; it was outright combat. Swan did not use a dagger but held two short knives in his mouth, moving on all fours. In the instant that he pounced, he wielded the knives in his hands, jumped onto a Constitutional Soldier’s back, and with a cross slash at the neck, instantly decapitated him; blood gushed like a fountain.
Shadi, who had once traveled to the Far East Islands and claid to have learned Qigong.
It was just like Light Body Skill. He sidestepped diagonally, took several vertical steps on a tree, then forcefully jumped, using the montum to move swiftly through the forest. His dark cloak fluttered like a phantom’s shadow. His slender willow leaf blade first beheaded one man; another had no ti to react, getting stabbed in the back, the blade erging a good length from his belly, skewered right through.
In terms of agility, Caroso and Claude were also top-notch, quickly catching up. Caroso’s Thunder Light Sword had devastating power, slicing through tal; even the Constitutional Soldiers’ attempts to block with their swords resulted in them being cut into two, their chain armor as if non-existent, the upper bodies severed and scorched, not a drop of blood spilled.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Caroso yelled at Claude, who, for so unknown reason, was sweating profusely, his swordplay hesitant, even losing ground to a Constitutional Soldier.
Caroso couldn’t understand how this burly man, leading more than twenty soldiers, could possibly be suppressed by a re foot soldier.
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