leonardwarren Chapter 542 [Revised] The Sun Deep in the Mist
Chapter 542 [Revised] The Sun Deep in the Mist
Chapter 542 [Revised] The Sun Deep in the Mist
Luzer had deeply parasitized Lieutenant Philip's body, hypnotizing him and causing him to lose his memory of that period.
Lieutenant Philip, completely unaware that he had become Luzer's host, continued to act according to his usual logic, showing no signs of abnormality. He led his sailors in causing a ruckus in the town, but ultimately dared not disobey orders and returned to the warship "Pas" before curfew began. As ordered by the Rear Admiral, all crew members were to return to their ships that night and strictly adhere to discipline, awaiting the next day's operation.
When boarding the warship, Lu Ze was a little nervous, worried that the archbishop of the Eternal Sun Church might have left some advanced detection methods on board. Fortunately, that didn't happen, and even the membrane disappeared when the ship entered port.
That archbishop is very confident in himself, believing that nothing will go wrong within his control... commendable.
Lu Ze thought to himself.
He shared the view with Lieutenant Philip, watching the oblivious officer board the ship, loudly complain about the poor accommodations, chat with other officers, bully the sailors, and finally fall asleep after a long while.
Nothing happened that night.
The next morning, the entire fleet slowly came to life, like a giant beast awakening. Under the command of the officers, the soldiers maneuvered the ships out of the harbor in formation, marching forward.
After some time, they finally managed to form a column of ships off the coast of Arouca. Centered around the peculiar modified steamship, the other ships escorted and protected it as it moved forward.
Lieutenant Philip's ship, the "Pass," was on the port side of the convoy. As the boatswain, he wasn't diligently performing his duties, but instead stood on the deck looking around. In the thick fog, he could vaguely make out an old man in a white robe standing at the bow of the middle ship, with people respectfully following behind him.
"That's the so-called Pierre..."
He said it instinctively.
"Keep your voice down!"
Upon hearing this, the second mate quickly intervened, "That's the Archbishop of the Church, a very important figure who has lived since the time of Roselle!"
"ha!"
The second mate's words only fueled Philippe's enthusiasm, and he began gossiping excitedly, "Captain, you come from a local army, so you don't know this Bishop Pierre... Anyone from the Trier nobility knows what kind of guy he is..."
"Don't talk nonsense..."
Although the second mate was verbally trying to stop him, a look of curiosity appeared in his eyes, clearly indicating that he was very interested.
Seeing this, Philip continued smugly, "This guy was originally a nobleman, but he chose the wrong side when Rosell was emperor, and his whole family was arrested. He himself was spared because he already had ties with the church, but his other relatives were all killed..."
He was very young and certainly not a participant in these events; he heard about them from gossip within aristocratic circles.
"After that, he went mad, hiding in the religious texts research institute and refusing to come out... Later, somehow he became a hero in overthrowing Rosell and transformed into an archbishop... Even now, he still shouts things like Rosell is sin every day, and people are tired of hearing it."
In other words, this archbishop had a grudge against Rosell.
As Lu Ze listened to these things inside his stomach, he felt extremely uneasy, fearing that the bishop Pierre would notice the suicidal fool present and turn his attention to him.
Fortunately, Pierre either didn't hear or didn't care, and simply stood at the bow, looking ahead.
Four priests stood beside him, one of whom unfolded a nautical chart depicting the course of the "Black Throne" and showed it to him.
"This is pretty much it."
Archbishop Pierre gazed ahead, his clear eyes reflecting the thick fog. Suddenly, something emerged from the depths of the fog. It was the shadow of a ship, cast in deep black on the fog, its exact shape indistinct, only its ancient form discernible, as if it were a creation from a bygone era.
"Tell them to try making contact."
Major General François stood behind the bishop, and he gave orders to the liaison officer.
"Waaah—"
—
His orders were swiftly carried out. At the front of the fleet, several escort ships immediately spewed out large amounts of steam, accelerated, and chased after the shadowy vessel.
However, a strange thing happened: despite the ships sailing at high speed, they were unable to catch up with the sailing ship, and the distance between them remained unchanged.
"Ha, Roselle did indeed modify it."
The young general sneered and called out, "Tell them to come back."
When the liaison officer went to relay the order, he raised his voice and shouted, "Your Excellency the Archbishop, it's time for you to make your move."
Pierre stared at the shadows deep in the fog, a clear look of disgust flashing in his eyes. Then, he slowly raised his hands.
"Praise be to the sun," he said.
The next instant, Lu Ze saw a sun deep within the thick gray fog.
Sunlight.
The intense sunlight.
The intense sunlight, reaching its zenith, shone from the other side of the sea, like a sharp sword tearing through the mist and piercing the eyes of everyone present. The light was clear and pure, carrying immense heat and a pure sense of cleansing away all filth and evil, spreading out in an instant.
The next instant, golden light engulfed everything.
"Um."
When the crew opened their eyes again, the surroundings had changed drastically.
The intense light and heat dispelled the fog, and his vision was unobstructed; he could clearly see a vast ocean and sky. At the edge of his line of sight, a thick, gray fog piled up in all directions, like a wall enclosing the world.
Within a vast circular area, the mist created a "vacuum".
As a result, the entire sea area became incredibly clear.
In this circular area of sea, Intis's warships were lined up in neat rows, their sterns leaving white trails on the water's surface.
Opposite them, a peculiar three-masted sailing ship appeared.
Its design is ancient and elegant, and it is about 80 or 90 meters long. The hull is entirely black, with two of the three sails also being black, while the middle one is pure white, creating a strange and discordant effect.
The true form of the "Black Throne"!
What's strange is that the ship's exterior is covered with layer upon layer of silver chains. While they don't necessarily impede navigation, they're still unsettling to look at. At the end of the chains, on the rudder, hangs a large black padlock.
As the fog was forcibly driven away, the black three-masted sailing ship immediately reacted. It began to become transparent, as if it wanted to enter the spirit world to escape the pursuit.
"start up!"
Just then, François shouted.
"boom!"
The strange ship he was on fired, its shells wreathed in gold, traveling a vast distance before crashing around the "Black Throne." An unseen force followed: the spirit realm surrounding it rapidly solidified, becoming impenetrable!