As soon as we passed the second layer of the city wall, the scene in front of us immediately became much more lively. Many soldiers, officers, and civilian members were training in an open space. There were also many other non-military personnel scattered in the open area, enjoying the daylight and chatting. Such a relaxing and cozy scene was unimaginable in the past, especially in Camp No. 19, which is located deepest in the Gray Field and farthest from the headquarters of the Last Country! "Um, may I ask what the sixth generation's name is?" Hill had no intention of appreciating the peace and tranquility. "Name? Uh, I really don't know. I only know that she is a lady, but... when we gathered a few days ago, the Pope showed up. I was standing far away and couldn't see her face clearly." When the subject was brought up, the soldier immediately became excited, gesticulating and explaining, spitting: "But she has a very obvious feature! Her hair is silver-gray! So beautiful and bright! I can see it from hundreds of meters away!" ...silver-gray hair?! Hill was stunned, and a candidate's name immediately popped up in his mind: Senior Deacon of the Seventh Parish, "Requiem Master" Otilia! She was actually chosen by the "Pure White Gate" to be promoted to the sixth generation of "Pure White Pope"?! Where did she go after being teleported away by the gray fog? When I came back half a month later, I became the Pure White Pope!?
What adventure had befallen her? Hill didn't show her doubts on her face. She chuckled and said to the soldier who had been leading the team in a natural tone: "I'll go shopping by myself, no need to bother you." The soldier was also a straightforward person. He didn't care at all about Hill's mysterious origins. He nodded and walked away. Looking at his receding back, the decent smile on Hill's face gradually faded, and finally a mask of contemplation was put on. "Otilia... the White Pope..." She thought for a moment, then raised her head with determination: “Let’s find her and talk to her first… Well, if Lady Otilia is still the White Pope, she should have sensed it the moment I stepped into this camp. "Why don't you come out and meet me? Strange..." ===================== I had a fever and a cold... I almost couldn't finish writing, my head was very confused, so the quality of this chapter may be a little low, please forgive me. It’s easy to get sick and get infected during the turn of spring and summer. Please pay attention to protection and keep warm, otherwise you will end up like me... written request for leave My body has not recovered yet, I am not in good condition, I will take a day off~~ Chapter 495 Heading to the Headquarters I went to see a doctor and found out that I had eczema, which was probably due to staying up late recently, which led to a decrease in my immunity. Everyone must ensure regular and sufficient sleep, and try not to stay up late, otherwise it will be really uncomfortable to have a cold, fever and eczema like me. It's really uncomfortable, really, really, I have to say it three times because it's important. ====================
Hill asked some passers-by and soon found out that the sixth-generation "Pure White Pope", suspected to be Ottilia, should be in a house in the core residential area of the inner city. So after hesitating and thinking for a while, she finally walked in that direction, wanting to try to meet the new Pure White Pope. Even if he couldn't talk face to face, he could at least take a look at her and see if she was the Deacon Otilia he knew. The total area of Camp No. 19 was not large, and the inner city was even smaller, so it only took Hill a few minutes to reach the core area of the camp, a residential area built of brick and stone structures. Her eyes swept across the houses and she quickly locked onto her target. Before she officially took a step and stepped into the residential area, she subconsciously reached out and touched her left shoulder. There was nothing there, but when her hand touched a certain spot, she felt a cool and soft touch. No one could see that a small lizard with smooth skin was lying quietly on her shoulder, sticking out its tongue from time to time. "Can this thing that Master 105 gave me... really be hidden from the eyes of the 'Pure White Pope'?" Hill withdrew his hand, feeling a little guilty. When the two were still outside the camp, Yao Lingwu had already guessed that there might be a powerful person whose strength level was beyond the ordinary here. Therefore, when she learned the news about the White Pope from the soldiers, she did not show much reaction. However, for some reason, Yao Lingwu said that it would be better for her not to show up in front of the Pure White Pope, so she did not come in with him, but stayed outside alone, saying that she wanted to... do something she wanted to do. It's not clear what she's trying to do. When they parted, this mysterious messenger from God gave him a small thing with a very strange shape. It was completely black with a red glow, and seemed to be some kind of small animal. According to Yao Lingwu, this is a special spiritual item for reconnaissance that can sense the surrounding situation and synchronize with her senses in real time. The most important thing is that this thing can enter a certain "invisible" state. Once it enters this state, its breath and traces will completely disappear in the world, and almost no one can detect its existence. She asked her to bring the thing into the camp so that she could observe the details inside carefully on her behalf. "Almost absolute 'invisibility'..." Hill recalled that when 105 described it this way, he paused for some reason, and after a while he repeated in a very subtle tone: "almost." This made her feel a little guilty... After all, the person he was going to meet later was the "Pure White Pope", the most powerful existence in the Last Kingdom who was blessed by the great "Pure White Gate"! If I fail to keep it secret and she finds out...it will be troublesome. Fortunately, Hill didn't dwell on these things for too long. After standing there for a few seconds, she prepared herself mentally, took a deep breath, and walked towards the main house. While she was still walking in Camp No. 19, outside the star-shaped city wall, in the vast, eternally silent gray wilderness, a black spot pierced through the gray sky and earth like a thunderbolt, making a roar that pierced the clouds and split the rocks. The black dot, with its cone-shaped white mist, erupted with a turbulent vibration like the roar of an ancient dragon. Behind it, it left a long, faint trail that lingered in the air for a long time. The surging air waves stirred up squeezed the pale trees below to the sides, with swaying branches and bending trunks, as if a hot knife was cutting through cheese, leaving a straight cut. Qi Ji was flying in the air at a speed faster than the speed of sound. The cloak on his body was hit by the sharp and fierce airflow and was dancing wildly. The corners of his clothes crackled and whipped out white fluffy mist in the air.
In front of her eyes, endless gray-white forests undulated slightly on this distorted land, and flew away backwards without stopping. "So it really is Otilia... Where did the gray fog teleport her to that day? How did she get chosen by the 'Pure White Gate'?" She muttered to herself while flying at high speed. Although there is not necessarily any logical causal relationship between Ottilia being randomly teleported away by the gray fog and her being chosen by the "Pure White Gate"... intuitively, it is indeed difficult for people not to make the connection. It's like a new female employee was seen walking into the boss's office alone today, and the next day she was directly promoted to the boss's secretary. There is always a feeling of being appointed... Although Camp No. 19 is the farthest long-term camp in the Last Kingdom, with a straight-line distance of more than 100 kilometers from the headquarters, Qi Ji's flying speed is extremely fast. In less than a few minutes, the outline of a magnificent city gradually emerged from the gray horizon in the distance, looming in the dim sky. That is the headquarters of the "Last Kingdom"! It has been half a month since she came to this gray-white land. In addition to Hill, she has also had contact with senior officials of the Last Kingdom such as Julian and Ottilia. But I have never been to the main city of the Last Kingdom, which is really hard to understand. While Hill was still at Camp No. 19 arguing with Otilia, who had become the sixth Pure White Pope, she decided to go to the headquarters of the Last Kingdom first... Meet the "Pure White Gate" face to face! At present, she is at least 90% sure that the god who protects hundreds of thousands of people in the Last Kingdom from the curse of "Rust Plague" is the only ancient miracle worker active in the early Sixth Epoch of the Order World. The "Pure White Lord" of the "Fire" realm. She felt that many of the current inexplicable and difficult to understand doubts could be solved as long as she could talk to this deity! So without any delay, she soared into the air and flew over with sparks and lightning all the way. "……arrive." When she was about ten kilometers away from the magnificent urban community in the distance, her body suddenly stopped, in a posture that completely violated aerodynamics, and her speed instantly dropped from several times the speed of sound to zero. At the same time, the earth-shaking gust of air seemed to have its energy eliminated by some strange force and dissipated without a trace on the spot. "Rumble..." In the gray sky, only the rumbling sound of thunder was left for a moment, like a piece of iron fluttering in the wind, which gradually subsided. In order not to disturb the people in the last country, Qi Ji did not fly in directly, but landed at a certain distance and then walked towards the city at a relatively slow speed. ——Although it was called a "stroll", its speed was comparable to that of a galloping war horse, causing the trees in the gray field to shake. A few minutes later, Qi Ji stopped. A towering city wall stands before our eyes like a cliff. "This... is the 'Last Kingdom'." Chapter 496: The Will of Natural Disaster
A 3500-word chapter. ==================== The world of order, the glorious Plantagenet Empire, the Twilight Straits. As the only seaport leading to the open sea from the empire's inland sea, the Dusk Sea, the importance of the geographical location of the Dusk Strait is self-evident. It is not only a key route for many coastal ports, urban trade and ship traffic in the Twilight Sea area, but also the first line of defense against the horrible water monster from the "Raging Sea" - the Siren. Therefore, the Glorious Plantagenet Empire military deployed extremely thorough military defense forces here, and two of the Royal Navy's only seven rune flying ships were permanently deployed here. The coastal defense artillery and naval fleets on both sides of the strait are densely packed, enough to prevent even the most arrogant and daring people from having the slightest thought of offending their majesty. "Woo——" The whistle's extremely wide range of sound echoed over the vast blue sea, one after another. Ironclad warships, with steam billowing from their chimneys, cruised slowly in the waters inside and outside the strait, leaving light white trails behind them. "The defense strength of the Strait has indeed improved a lot recently." The Governor of the Royal Fleet, Nuss Guardian, who was known as the "Shield of the Empire", stood on the deck of a rune airship, looking at the scene in front of him and sighing silently. Under his feet, a two-hundred-meter-long, shuttle-shaped flying ship floated quietly on the sea, allowing the ups and downs of the waves to wash and hit it, but it remained motionless, like a huge reef. The red and white paint and the angular hull complement each other, appearing particularly strong and majestic under the bright and hot sunlight, demonstrating the inviolable majesty of the Imperial Royal Fleet. Some time ago, "Shield of the Empire" Nuss received a personal order from the Emperor and was dispatched to command a rune airship "Alert" to the imperial colony of "Giant Island" on the southern continent to carry out several missions. Now, he and his airship are docked at the military port in the Dusk Strait for replenishment and maintenance. When everything is ready, this giant ship will set sail, crossing tens of thousands of kilometers of the South China Sea and heading straight to the "Giant Island" on the southern continent! "...That's right. The number and strength of the Sirens have increased significantly in recent days. We really need to invest more military forces in coastal defense." Taking his eyes away from the shimmering sea, the Imperial Shield Nuss turned and walked towards the cabin of the Vigilance: "If something unexpected happens in such a crucial place like Haikou, the consequences will be disastrous..." "Woo——" Behind him, the melodious and vast whistle once again echoed above the sapphire sea. In the distant sky, two bright blue Mars, like fireflies under the moon, cruise regularly over the vast blue sea. Those are two rune flying ships that are stationed in the Dusk Strait. In other words, there are now three rune flying ships stationed in the Dusk Strait at the same time, which is almost half of the top military force of the Royal Fleet! With the cooperation of conventional warships on the sea, coastal defense artillery deployed on the coast, army troops... this strait, which is more than ten kilometers wide, has been fully armed as never before. It is as solid as a rock. Not a mosquito or a fish can get through! Everything is foolproof... That's how it should be. "Swipe..."
It is the sound of the rising and falling waves. "Brush brush..." But why is the sound of the waves... getting louder and louder? The atmosphere is somewhere between tranquility and bustle, with waves rising and falling every second.