Chapter 372: Encirclement and Suppression of Fisher (Part 4)
The southern part of the East Coast Province.
In recent years, Phipps Harbor has become famous for its prosperous trade and abundant fishing industry.
However, the port is now shrouded in an unprecedented silence and fear, as if the whole world is holding its breath, waiting for the unknown fear to come.
The docks at Phipps Harbor were deserted. The busy scene of the past was no longer there. Huge ships were quietly anchored in the harbor, their sails drooped and their ropes swaying gently in the wind.
The sea surface was sparkling, but it seemed particularly deserted. Seagulls were circling in the distance, occasionally making a few shrill cries, adding a bit of desolation.
"This city has officially been taken over by the Yardley royal family!"
Every household in the city had their doors and curtains closed, with only a faint light shining through. On the streets, apart from the occasional heavy footsteps of patrolling soldiers, almost no other sound could be heard.
People hid in their houses, their eyes filled with worry and fear. They exchanged whispers about the impending threat but did not dare to make loud noises for fear of attracting unnecessary attention.
"Don't be afraid. Even if the royal family comes, they won't do anything to us. They will just change the ruler..."
"What are you talking about! The Fisher family is the legal owner of Phipps Port!"
"Shh, keep your voice down!"
The old people sat around the fire and told stories of their past heroes, trying to inspire people with their past glory, but the air was filled with helplessness and despair.
The children were held tightly in the arms of their adults, their eyes flashing with curiosity and confusion. They didn't understand why the city that was once full of laughter and joy had become so quiet and terrifying.
Merchants gave up their shops, craftsmen stopped working, and fishermen even lost the courage to go out to sea to fish.
The entire port seemed to be shrouded in an invisible shadow, making it hard to breathe.
People are afraid of unknown enemies, those extraordinary strong men who have enough power to make the whole town tremble, and they are worried that they will become victims of this unknown conflict.
The port of Phipps has now been completely occupied by the royal army of Yardley led by the Star Embrace Society.
The Fisher family did not send anyone to defend because Phipps Port was too far away. They knew they would likely be ambushed while rushing to provide assistance, so they chose to give up and instead defend the cities of Nasir and Fein.
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Fein City.
In a remote, lonely and deserted alley, there is a simple and dark room.
No one knows that the weathered old man living here was a well-known figure in Fein City seven or eight years ago.
His face is like rock carved by the vicissitudes of history. Every wrinkle hides a story of the past. His eyes are sometimes blurred, sometimes firm. The blur is a remembrance of the past years, and the firmness is an unyielding struggle against fate.
Around the alley, the citizens were busy and nervous, making hasty preparations for the impending war.
But the old man seemed to have isolated himself from the noise, and only this moment of tranquility remained in his world.
"The world has moved towards a new pattern, and the flames of war will always be ruthless."
The old man murmured to himself, his voice low and magnetic, as if he was saying his final farewell to his past comrades and expressing his endless attachment to this land.
He knew that he was about to reach the end of his life, but he had no fear. Instead, he had the deepest awe of God and endless expectations for the future of the world after death.
"The great Lord of the Lost will surely protect my soul. I am not afraid of death..."
In just seven or eight years, almost no one in this city remembered who he was.
He is Momir, the second generation Dawnbreaker of the Order of the Dawn. He had already stepped onto the third step of the path to divine sacrifice and retired from the police station eight years ago.
Because in the disaster of the dead eight years ago, Momir used a forbidden artifact that consumed his lifespan and lost twenty years of his lifespan. He learned from Lillian that his lifespan was almost up, so he simply stopped staying in the police station and handed over the position of chief to another Dawnbreaker.
Momir took a deep breath.
"Great Lord, you will surely return!"
Under the dim and soft sunset, the old Momir stood alone in the alley, his shadow was stretched out and looked particularly lonely.
The world around me seemed to be still, with only the breeze blowing gently, causing the leaves to rustle.
"The Great Lost Lord."
The old man's face was full of traces of time. He knelt on the ground, but his eyes were shining with unprecedented piety and hope.
He clasped his hands together, bowed his head slightly, closed his eyes and concentrated, carrying on a silent conversation with the great Lost Lord in his heart.
Momir's lips moved slightly. Although no sound came out, every word and every prayer in his heart was full of affection.
In his heart, the great Lord of the Lost is not only a lofty existence, but also his spiritual pillar in his many years of ups and downs.
Momir firmly believes that no matter how the world changes, God will listen to his heart and give him guidance and strength.
This belief enabled him to maintain inner peace and determination during the ten years of the Disaster of the Dead.
"I firmly believe that you will return."
"Lead the world out of darkness."
“Welcome to the new dawn.”
As the prayer deepened, a kind of otherworldly tranquility gradually emerged on Momir's face, as if he had forgotten the chaos and anxiety of the outside world and was completely immersed in the communication with the gods.
When the last ray of sunset glow quietly disappeared, he slowly opened his eyes, with a more determined light flashing in his eyes. He bowed deeply, expressing his gratitude and respect to the gods.
Then, Momir turned and left. Although his steps were unsteady, each step was extremely firm.
Momir sat back in the room, closed his eyes, and felt the last moments of his life. A smile finally appeared on his usually expressionless face.
"Lord of the Lost, here I come."
He knew that no matter how difficult his life was, his soul would not be alone after death because God was with him.
Momir's soul left his body, and as a pious man, his soul came to the sleeping Karl.
Carl, who had been sleeping for ten years, trembled slightly, as if he sensed something.
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As night falls, a battle between powerful men beyond imagination is quietly unfolding in the sky above the city of Fein.
The two sides in the battle were the "Dragon Tamer" Aldrich, the "Man of the Stars" Ariel, and the "Fire" Amos from the Roman family.
They were responsible for guarding the city of Fein and had already activated the city's barrier, using the powerful force of "Infinite Light" to fight the enemy.
Under the moonlight, several figures shuttled back and forth like ghosts. After the battle began, both sides attacked almost at the same time. There was no verbal communication, only the collision of strength and the contest of wills.
Fire and ice intertwined, lightning and thunder cut through the night sky, illuminating the entire city, and attracting countless gazes and screams of terror.
Many buildings were shattered by the shock wave, but there seemed to be an invisible force protecting the residents below, and many injured people recovered as long as they did not die.
The clouds were quickly torn apart by the powerful energy fluctuations, as if the sky itself could not withstand the impact of multiple forces.
As time went by, the battle became more intense, and only bright lights and deafening roars remained in the night.
Every time they clashed, it seemed like they were challenging their limits, and the energy fluctuations released exploded with powerful effects in the sky.
Just when the battle seemed endless, Marquis Rad suddenly burst out with unprecedented power.
"Aldridge! Die!"
He transformed into a giant with a fire-breathing mountain back, and focused all his energy into a single blow, blasting towards his opponent, Aldrich, the "Dragon Tamer".
“Ouch!”
At that moment, the whole city seemed to tremble, and under this blow, Aldridge's figure gradually became blurred and finally disappeared into the night sky.
Not only him, but the three members of the Roman family gradually disappeared.
The battle was over, but the aftermath was still lingering, the energy still reverberated over the city, and those who witnessed it were filled with shock and awe.
"He actually ran away?"
Marquis Rad was furious, and at the same time he was thinking about the situation deep in his heart. The Fisher family did not come to support Fein City, but chose to stay in Nasir City and abandoned all the territories outside Nasir.
"Fischer's men are holding out in Nasir City? What are they doing, stalling for time, waiting for something?"
At the same time, Best sneered and muttered to himself in the corner of the city.
"It seems that Fisher and Byrne are indeed preparing a terrible gift for us, hehe."
(End of this chapter)
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