Global Advent: Floating Island Infinity War

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The two of them flew out of the Sturm Imperial City together and headed for the desert.

What no one noticed was that there was a flash of black light in Floyd's eyes, which was very strange.

After the two left, the king of Sturm Kingdom appeared at the top of the palace, followed by a tall, muscular old man.

"Finally let's go, Amu Warrior, let's start taking action."

"Yes, King!"

The two of them suddenly realized the problem, so they did not agree to Bishop Trichy rashly.

In the presence of the prophet, he can't fall out just yet, and can only wait until the two of them leave first before taking action.

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On the other side, during the journey, the two of them gradually flew away from the human country and arrived at a place where plains and wilderness meet.

Freud's hands under his red robe silently crawled into a large number of strange lines.

Seemingly friendly, he patted Bishop Trichy on the shoulder: "Bishop, don't be anxious. It's useless to be impatient. We need to maintain our condition and act as soon as possible after we are in place."

"Uh..." Trixie didn't respond for a moment, but he understood the next second. Did he feel that he was going too fast?

This prophet is really, he speaks coquettishly, and if he is not smart enough, he can't even understand him.

He actually didn't feel the hand that had been on his shoulder. After a brief chat, the two continued on their way.

And that hand twisted a few times like a snake and shed a layer of skin.

Gradually, it merged into Trichy's body.

Weird deformations began to occur in Trichy, but the strange thing was that he seemed not to feel the changes in his body at all.

Do everything.

Freud returned to his original state and did nothing more along the way.

Soon, three days later.

The speed of third-level professionals is enough for them to cross the desolate land and reach the desert.

The arrival of the two people was grandly welcomed by Ismail, and they did not seem to be worried because only one of the three sages came.

Instead, he showed a warm and hospitable look and asked Prophet Freud to follow him to the Sun Disk, where a strong man had already arrived.

Everything looks normal.

Freud did not take the lead to attack. Under the sun disk, the warm sunlight penetrated through the energy-concentrating holes of the disk.

Staying here can enjoy the baptism of the power of the sun.

However, the brave men and kings who were previously deemed as non-coming appeared very suddenly under the sun disk, and the brave among them was the old brave who had died long ago.

The two of them kept their eyes on Floyd, seeming to prevent him from escaping.

There is also a pure white centaur over three meters tall next to him, which should be the Thunder Hurricane King.

His aura is quite ferocious, and his upper body is like a lurking dragon. As long as he doesn't move, the terrifying vision seems to be right in front of him.

These three people, plus the leader Ismail next to them, seemed to feel that the overall situation was decided.

Do you really think that I, Freud, am not prepared? It is just a baptism with the power of the sun. The cursed black sun is the eternal god!

No matter what he thought in his heart, accompanied by Ismail, he safely stepped into the range of the sun's disk, stretched out his hand to feel the power of the sun, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"King, old brave man, why are you here? Didn't you say you couldn't come?"

"That's right." Trixie was also a little confused. He scratched his itchy back and asked the same question.

In this case, the power of the sun was unable to detect Freud's problem, and the matter was serious.

The king's heart sank. The reason why he had not dealt with Floyd was because he was worried about the people of the imperial capital. The brave man was old and his strength was far less than when he was young.

The Heroic Spirit Army under his command needs enough space to expand, but the Prophet has never left the imperial capital, so he has never had a chance.

The letter asking for help from the Lieyang Cult this time is an opportunity.

Originally, they took a shortcut and arrived first to discuss things with Ismail first.

Now that the power of the sun is useless, it is still unclear whether Ismail will believe their words.

This is indeed the case.

As long as you are not a user of the cursed power, it doesn't matter what it is, as long as it is harmless to the Aztecs.

The top priority is to seal and curse the Black Sun first.

Everyone waited for another day.

Finally, we waited for the last strong man, the Deep Sea Priest.

This is a humanoid creature with a fish head and a human body, a pair of big dull eyes, and a sausage mouth filled with fine sharp teeth.

He was covered with a dark blue priest's robe, and things made of various shells, pearls, and bones of marine creatures were hung on almost every part of his body.

There was also a smaller version of him beside him.

Although this guy doesn't look very good, he still has some strength, and sealing the black sun can play a big role.

At this point, several of the most powerful people on the continent of Terfland gathered together to discuss a solution to Black Sun.

If ancient records are followed, the three human sages will play an irreplaceable role.

But the king and the old brave man knew well that they would not agree with this plan. Ismail and the Thunder Hurricane King knew the reason, so they did not object.

Although the fishman priest was puzzled, there was no other way.

Finally, the Deep Sea Priest, who seemed the stupidest, came up with a plan.

"Otherwise."

"I inherited the power of the deep sea from my ancestors and developed a sealing ability called the Eternal Deep Sea. This ability is mainly based on the timeliness of the seal. If there are no accidents, it can last forever."

"It's suitable for sealing the outer layer. The energy of the cursed black sun is cold in nature and the contact is unknown. You, the people of the sun, are still responsible for the first layer of sealing."

"The three human sages are responsible for the second layer, and I am responsible for the third layer of seals. In this way, the three layers of seals are much better than the two layers in ancient times."

After hearing this, Ismael Sosa thought quietly. There was no other way for the time being. Let's try it first.

The bishop responsible for maintaining the Sun God Chain has been rotated for several rounds. If he keeps it up, sooner or later he will be unable to bear it.

Seeing that no one objected, Ismail was about to take them to the lost ruins.

"Wait! What am I responsible for?"

The person speaking was none other than the Centaur King, a powerful professional who controls the power of thunder and hurricanes.

His strength ranks among the top two among all.

Ismail subconsciously glanced at the fishman priest, but his eyes were too big to tell what he was thinking.

Headache……

All I can say is: "Thall, your abilities are all about combat. It's a bit of a waste to use them in auxiliary functions. Why don't you help us guard against predators?"

"The predators who released Black Sun before have never appeared. I'm a little worried..."

"Okay, okay, then it's settled." Sal picked up the weapon carelessly and walked out.

However, he received the command from Ismail's eyes and stood up to the Prophet Floyd.

Regardless of whether it is true or false, when the possibility of betrayal is brought to the table, the minimum precautions must be taken.