Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

The movements of the aboriginal people are naturally much slower than those of the Stargate Port, and they are not as vigorous as the military. Although the Kaolin-Ithulian royal family and the Artisan General Association issued death orders, the preparations for this A3 strategic level spell are still slow.

Belatedly arrived.

It's just that it's better to be late than never.

"Mr. Xia Ya," Ambassador Liao's voice also came from Fang Yu's communication channel: "The teleportation spell is ready and is on its way to Fenris Island. You are ready to receive it!"

Fang Plover nodded.

He looked up and looked ahead. Outside the main entrance of the collapsed hall, there was a beam of light blue light penetrating through the rock formations in the darkness in the distance, flashing three times in a row, perpendicular to his field of vision.

He almost subconsciously checked the direction. It was less than ten degrees southwest, so the distance was not too far.

Although the court magicians of Kaolin-Ithurian are slow, they are much more powerful than the magicians obtained by the military, and the teleportation and delivery coordinates are extremely accurate.

The communication channel became unusually quiet.

It seemed that only the quiet breathing of people was left.

Everyone understands that from this moment on, the young man in front of him has truly cut off all support, neither the military nor Kaolin-Ithulian can touch the ground here anymore.

And everything that is left will be left to him.

This sudden silence also affected everyone in front of the screen.

Whether in the Dragon Horn Hall of Travelers' Rest, in King's Square in Grande, in Crosswind Port, in Stargate Port, or even on Earth, everyone involuntarily closed their mouths. People's eyes seemed to

After penetrating time and space, they not only saw Fang Plover, but also saw this deep underground world, and even saw Fenris Island shrouded under the sea of ​​clouds.

The island seemed to have become quiet.

A huge crack is extending towards the city center of Cloudport. It passes through several busy streets and extends all the way to the bell tower of the city hall. Among the ruins of buildings, people seem to have lost their resistance in fright.

courage.

In the temple of Mirella opposite the square, the monks were praying devoutly, but the sound of prayers could not even suppress the buzzing sound coming from the sea outside. The sea of ​​clouds was rising.

But what it stirred up was not waves, but turbulent ether currents and layers of divided clouds, like a tsunami, rushing in from the outer sea and reaching the city's port area.

Such a terrifying storm has not been seen once in a thousand years. Under the clouds it broke away was a slowly unfolding, deep and huge whirlpool. The cantilevers of the whirlpool were like blue tentacles, dragging the entire port slowly to sink.

.

There is the abyss, a place where all things return to silence.

Amidst the tremors of the earth, people could no longer even scream because their voices had become hoarse. They watched helplessly as the crack spread forward to their feet. But it was like a protector of life.

, Mirela, the goddess of fertility and healing, suddenly came to the world.

A ray of divine power came through the sky, pierced through the clouds, and dropped into the center of the city of Cloud Port.

The monks all opened their eyes and looked up to the sky.

At that moment, the gaping gap stopped in the center of the square, and people looked at this scene in disbelief.

Fenris Island was still, but it was only a moment of tranquility. The wild waves of the outer sea were approaching, as if the power from under the abyss would tear everything apart in the next moment.

The bishop and the governor watched this scene silently, looking at the pieces of silver sails being blown away by the storm outside the harbor. "The ship can't get out." The old man sighed: "We can't get out either. This is our fault.

You asked for it, the goddess has tried her best..."

The bishop behind him could not say a word.

But there was only a vague, unclear voice coming from the communication crystal in the hall:

"This is the Anshun ship of the People's Republic of China Navy. We are trying to pass through the storm area."

"Repeat, this is the Anshun ship of the People's Republic of China Navy... We are trying to pass through the storm area, please..."

"Don't give up hope..."

In the underground world.

Fang Plover himself was silent for a moment.

The light blue beam of light reflected in his eyes, then he lowered his head and adjusted his gloves before looking up and walking out of the hall.
Chapter completed!