The fierce collision of Heidra Fort has not yet affected Tulum Port.

Twelve giant metal ships were like prehistoric monsters, and they were unstoppable and crashed into the waters of the port area of ​​Tulun Port. A group of warships stationed in the port by the coalition forces of the Multinational Alliance, but they were completely submerged by artillery fire without knowing who their enemy was.

Amid the sound of a dragon-roaring whistle, the Imperial Army soldiers holding new-style ordnances surged out of the troops transport ship like an iron-gray torrent, rushed into Tulun Port along the pier, and quickly flooded the entire Tulun Port along the streets and alleys.

This is not a close war.

This is a ruthless massacre.

On the ground, the Imperial Army soldiers holding new ordnances were neatly and very familiar with reaping the lives of the enemy.

In the air, a large group of imperial troops were killing the sixth-level extraordinary ones one by one with their absolute advantage in numbers.

The multinational coalition forces left behind in Tulun Port only resisted for half an hour, then threw away their armor and escaped from the Tulun Port city in a panic, fleeing wildly towards the north in a hurry.

Naturally, the Weitu family mansion in Mid-mountain also returned to the Weitu family.

When Joe brought Sherlock back from the north, it happened to be the moment when the flagpole in front of Tulun Port City Hall, the flag of the Derren Empire rose again, and the maids and guards of the Vitu family moved back into their mansion.

Qiao placed Sherlock, who was still weak, in his bedroom, picked up a bottle of rum, and poured Sherlock "gudongdong" into it.

Sherlock, who was originally pale, was aroused by the strong wine. He took a few quick breaths and two red spots appeared on his cheeks.

He moved his body vigorously to make himself more comfortable in bed, then looked at Joe and sighed: "I really didn't expect that things would actually develop like this... Joe, how long have we known each other?"

Joe sat on a single sofa beside the bed, crossing his legs to look at Sherlock.

"Half a year? Well, half a year, Mr. Sherlock."

Sherlock rolled his eyes: "In half a year, it's really... fate is unpredictable. Joe."

He sighed and shook his head: "I thought I would accept you and Virenya as my disciples. You have a good background, family background, and strong background. With my guidance and help, you will grow up little by little and finally become El's backbone members... In the next few decades, a hundred years, perhaps, you can grow into..."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes: "A senior veteran of the king level?"

Joe spread his hands: "Oh, don't say anything about senior veteran... Florence he..."

Sherlock interrupted Joe: "The Florence you caught is a fake, his substitute. He used all his savings to sacrifice all the subordinates he had cultivated over the years to set up a set for you."

"You captured Florence, and he suffered all the torture in your dungeon...even because of this, even a veteran like the Majestic Tower fell in Fort Heidra."

"All this angered the elders who had previously hidden behind Florence... who had a higher status and had more power. The waiters, Archbishops and bishops, they all came out."

"They are gathering at Fort Heidra, and they are preparing some revenge plans for the Derren Empire."

Joe's eyes widened.

waiter.

archbishop.

bishop.

El Elder, who has a higher status than Florence's 'king'?

With a sneer, Qiao sneered: "Can a loose mutual assistance intelligence organization fight against an empire?"

Joe raised his head: "What can they do? Start a larger war?"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "To launch a larger war, of course, whether it is the elders who came out of the tragic encounter of 'Florence', or Florence and their allies, their next plan is to launch a larger war."

"But, their goals are very different."

"The original intention of those veterans at the waiter level was to revenge, to revenge the Deren Empire, especially to act directly, to bring you, who was suffering in Florence."

"But, those elders, they discovered the abnormality of this war."

Qiao looked at Sherlock in surprise: "Abnormality? What kind of abnormality can war be caused?"

Sherlock stared at Joe: "For some unknown reason, some new ordnances appeared in the Derren Empire army, which obviously exceeded the current industrial level... These ordnances are extremely powerful and extremely lethal, which obviously destroyed the balance of power in the Medland continent."

Qiao nodded thoughtfully: "Did the elders who came out to revenge for Florence have other thoughts?"

Sherlock sighed: "I was almost killed because of this unlucky reason... The emergence of these new weapons represents a possibility of a taboo. This possibility of this taboo is something that the real upper class of the Al organization is absolutely not allowed to appear."

Joe spread his hands and said, "I don't understand what you said."

Sherlock gritted his teeth, supported the bed with both hands, and straightened his upper body.

Joe grabbed two big pillows and placed them behind Sherlock, allowing him to lean against the head of the bed more comfortable.

Sherlock nodded with satisfaction and sighed heavily again: "Joe, I haven't fully understood what I said just now... But this time, the reason I was chased was because I accidentally got...sensational, the truth about Medland."

Qiao looked at Sherlock in shock.

As a poor student who has been studying for more than ten years, although Qiao has been studying hard for the past two months, this short-term sudden learning obviously cannot make up for some of his common sense, let alone give him a superhuman knowledge.

Faced with Sherlock's words, Joe could only say honestly: "Medland...the truth? Is there something wrong with Medland?"

Sherlock's eyelids blinked quickly. He looked out the window and said in a deep voice: "Of course, what's wrong with Medland in the eyes of all mortals? We were born here, we grew up here, and we will eventually die of old age."

"But, Joe, have you ever thought about what Medland looks like? What kind of existence is Medland in the 'eyes' of existence, which are far beyond us mortals, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in words, in

Joe closed his mouth tightly.

This question is too profound.

He is not those who exist, he has never seen the reality of Medland, and he cannot imagine this problem.

Sherlock looked at Joe deeply: "Do you know, what shape does Medland have?"

Without waiting for Qiao to answer, Sherlock's right hand waves, and a faint wave of water lit up in the air. A sterling silver tray in the distance flew to Sherlock and was placed on his knees.

"This is Medland... the earth where we live is a plate-shaped form."

Joe grabbed his forehead: "Uh? Is there any problem with this?"

Sherlock waved his hand and another tray flew over from a distance. Under the support of a ray of water, the plate that was originally placed on his knee flew three feet away. The new tray was placed on his knee.

He pointed to the floating plate and said, "This is, Medland."

He pointed to the plate on his knee and said, "This is, the abyss!"

Before Qiao could ask, Sherlock continued to wave his hand and another plate flew over. This time, the plate was suspended over the plate representing Medland.

"This, the big black dot that we can often see at night, that slides across the surface of the moon, is it - Mount Al, or the Holy Land of Al, or the origin of the gods in our world."

"And in the hearts of the clergy in the church of Dabou... of course, only those clergy with high enough status and important enough status are in their hearts, this is the 'prison of God'."

"This is roughly what our world is composed of."

“The Holy Land of Al is above.”

“Medland is in the middle.”

"The abyss is at the bottom."

"Medland is located in the middle of the three worlds, which is also the origin of its name 'Medland'."

"The continent located in the middle is Medland, which is a kind of ancient divine language."

Joe expressed indifferently about this.

The origin of the name of Medland, which divine language system it comes from? Is this related to Joe?

Sherlock understood Joe's facial expression, and he was helpless about it.

"Okay, this is all a little bit."

"You are not interested in these things, I can understand what you think."

"But you will be shocked, even, terrified, what I want to say next."

Qiao stared at Sherlock with wide eyes.

Sherlock pushed a tray floating in front of him, and the two floating plates quickly rotated.

He looked at Joe and said word by word: "The Holy Land of Al, also known as the prison of God, is because... the gods worshipped by the charlatans of Dabou, Mu and his sister Muteste, our sun god and moon god, were suppressed and imprisoned on Mount Al."

Qiao stood up suddenly, and he looked at Sherlock in horror: "Ha?"

Sherlock raised his head and looked at Joe with great pride: "Yes, the source of faith in Medland, the gods worshiped by millions of believers, the great Mu and the kind Muteste, a hundred years after they ascended the throne, were defeated, suppressed, and imprisoned. They had been imprisoned on Mount El for a thousand three hundred and eighty years."

"Is this number a coincidence? I feel very familiar?"

"Yes, the glory calendar is 1,380 years...that is this year...the day they were imprisoned and suppressed was the beginning of the glory calendar of Medland."

"It is Al who imprisons and suppresses them!"

Sherlock looked at Joe with great seriousness: "I'm wrong, Joe, we're all wrong, all the low-level members of Al are wrong... and even many El's elders are wrong."

"Ayre is not a simple mutual assistance intelligence organization, not a simple academic platform that brings together the smartest, wisest and most knowledgeable people in the entire Medland..."

"it……"
Chapter completed!