Chapter 266 5 The Old Star's Urge

The sea breeze is blowing.

All the warships to carry out the demon-slaying order are in place.

The flag of the World Government flutters in the wind.

On the deck of each warship stood a vice admiral, looking expressionlessly at O'Hara in front of them and gazing at the huge tree of omniscience.

"Reporting to the Admiral, the voice coming from the island seems to be that of the famous Dr. Clover!"

A navy soldier ran up to Kuzan, saluted and reported.

Kuzan frowned slightly and nodded to continue.

"He seemed to want the islanders to leave as quickly as possible."

The soldier continued to report,

“Do we need to let those people go?”

The lieutenant generals present were somewhat confused about this issue.

Deep down they hoped to allow the civilians to leave, but the demon-killing order was issued by the 'Five Elders' and they had no authority to make the decision.

Several lieutenant generals looked at each other, and hesitation and helplessness were revealed in each other's eyes.

Kuzan listened to the noise coming from the island and felt anxious.

His eyes would occasionally scan the distant sea level, trying to find Jin An.

Did Jinan’s operation fail?

Or are the people on the island unwilling to leave?

He tends to think the latter, because Jinan never fails.

"Sakaski, what should we do next?"

A lieutenant general looked at Sakaski beside him, his tone carrying a hint of uneasiness.

Sakaski stood at the bow, still with a stern look on his face.

He did not answer immediately, but just looked quietly at the Tree of All-Knowing on the island, with a hint of complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

After a moment, he took out the cigar from his mouth and said slowly:

"An order is an order, and we must follow it no matter what happens on the island."

He received direct instructions from the 'Five Elders' to leave no one alive on O'Hara.

Kuzan's heart sank when he heard this.

He knew Sakaski was right, but he couldn't calm down the conflict in his heart.

He looked into the distance, silently praying in his heart that Jin An could successfully complete his plan.

"Everyone prepare."

Sakaski raised his voice and glanced at the soldiers on the deck.

"We have our responsibilities and we must complete the mission no matter what we face."

At this moment, Kuzan's eyes suddenly focused on the small black dots on the island.

Those were the figures of the islanders, approaching the coast from various places on the island.

Kuzan frowned, his anxiety slowly growing.

Those who lived on the island never thought that the whispers that suddenly came into their ears would become reality.

They looked at the navy that was already prepared and realized that time was running out, but most people were not clear about the real purpose of these navy's coming.

Most of the people still staying on the island are gangsters. They don’t care about what happens on the island at all, and they have turned a deaf ear to the previous reminders.

"The arrival of the warship must be because the people on the island have offended the navy. We hand him over and the problem will be solved."

"Yes, who is it! Stand up yourself, don't force me to do it!"

"That's right, for everyone's sake, go and turn yourself in."

"I feel like it's because those scholars are so arrogant all the time, so it's no surprise that they provoke anyone!"

"..."

The people gathered on the shore started to make a noise, with the noise getting louder and louder.

However, according to their observation, there was no trace of scholars around, and even few people reached the coast, most of whom were people who gathered together to have fun.

"What about the scholars? Where did they go?"

A gangster asked anxiously.

Another person looked into the distance, with a hint of panic in his eyes:

"Did they all leave early?"

An atmosphere of uneasiness began to spread among the crowd.

The scholars who usually thought highly of themselves have now disappeared without a trace, which makes the people who remain on the island increasingly uneasy.

A thug walked to the front, kicked a stone on the beach hard, and shouted angrily:

"They must have known something a long time ago and escaped, leaving the rest of us here to die!"

"Damn it, I should have listened to that whisper earlier!"

The other gangster scratched his hair in annoyance, his eyes full of regret.

Panic spread among the crowd and some began to try to escape, but they knew it was too late.

The warships were approaching and they had no way to escape.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the navy ships were getting closer and closer.

Kuzan finally made up his mind, walked up to Sakaski, and whispered:

"Sakaski, can we wait a little longer and give them some time?"

Sakaski glanced at him coldly, his voice icy:

"Are you questioning orders, Kuzan?"

Kuzan was silent for a moment, and finally shook his head.

He knew that no matter how much he struggled, he could not disobey the order.

At this moment, the people on the island split into two groups.

A group of people began to frantically look for transportation to leave the island, trying to escape the impending disaster.

Another group of people walked angrily towards the switchboard room, where Dr. Clover's voice was still being heard.

They were determined to find the old man and ask for an explanation.

In their opinion, the worst case scenario is to tie up the old man and send him to the navy, and then the navy will leave.

On the radio, Dr. Clover's voice continued to come.

"Coincidentally, during the 100 years of blank history, that is, 800 years ago, the World Government was born."

"If the enemy of the people being eliminated is the World Government, then the blank 100 years of history should be history that was erased by the World Government and was unfavorable to them."

"We finally discovered the existence of a country by deciphering documents and several historical texts from very early times."

"..."

Those who were walking towards the message room had anger and anxiety on their faces. They walked quickly through the paths on the island, and the sound of their footsteps was particularly abrupt in the silent air.

The leading thug waved his hand, signaling the others to follow.

They were filled with anger, feeling that these scholars' research had dragged them into the abyss.

"This old man is still talking nonsense!"

A gangster gnashed his teeth and said,

"We need to shut him up and hand him over to the Navy!"

"Yes, he is the one who made us like this!"

Another thug echoed, with a ferocious look on his face.

As they got closer, the outline of the message room gradually became clearer.

"This old man is crazy!" a thug said angrily, "He is courting death!"

On the warship, Sakaski stood at the front of the deck, staring grimly at O'Hara in the distance.

His body was as solid as an iron tower, and the wind blew his righteous cloak, making a rustling sound.

The soldiers around were nervously carrying out their respective tasks, and there was a depressing atmosphere in the air.