Chapter 799 Preparations for setting sail (first update)

Like a meteor piercing the atmosphere and crashing into Upper New York Bay with a scorching spot of light, the famous Statue of Liberty viewing point in Battery Park was enveloped in dense water vapor for a few seconds. The foreign tourists who have not yet left can't figure out what happened. Their tongues and noses taste the smell of metal heating in the steam coming with the wind, and there is also a rosemary aroma that rises from the bottom of the river and mixes with the smell of river mud.

They couldn't see what happened behind the actual curtain, but the battle on the other side could affect the real world. Some tourists with more senses can blur the scene behind the curtain through this thin curtain, but they feel dazzling at all, because they vaguely see the flashing electric light and the burning air tongue. They only feel that they have heard cold water. The nourishing sound of poured on the hot metal, the thunder -like roar continued to sound from the underwater sources. "What's that?" After the dense water vapor dissipated, the tourists raised their heads to look at the sky, "Is that a fighter jet?"

"What nonsense, you redneck from New Jersey, that's Iron Man!" A man in a suit woke up from the bench reeking of alcohol, his tie was lost somewhere, and a shoe was dropped beside the trash can. No one knows why he didn't freeze to death in the cold night, maybe the newspaper on his body can give a good explanation. "He flies over New York every morning, on time before my son pees! Paul, give me some more whiskey, I don't want to go home."

A woman screamed, "Shut up, you drinking idiot. You see Tony Stark is in a hurry, which means aliens have invaded again. Not long ago, I received a notification that two fighter jets from the "Platinum Star" stunt team crashed. Aliens must have done it..."

Geeky girl with backpack and beanie asks, "Where are the aliens? Why didn't I see them!"

"It must have been beaten away!" The boy raised his head and said, "Captain America must be there!"

"Shut up, you snotty brat!" Another tourist scoffed at the boy's words. "Aliens are just a conspiracy compiled by Jewish billionaires and politicians to..."

"Why, tell me!" the boy asked in disbelief.

"To cover up that the earth is flat, to cover up God's freedom to know the truth, you idiots! Can't you see clearly? Why don't you open your eyes and see!"

"I want to see Sol!" the woman cried. "Think about his arm, hell..."

"I've seen aliens with my own eyes," the homeless man said slowly. "At that time, I was hiding in a cardboard box, just like the World Trade Center. John, I had the same thoughts as you at that time, so I disappeared. They couldn't find my body, and I became a missing person forever. I watched my wife remarry, and my child had a new family. What did I gain after losing so much? Freedom, John, is freedom."

The quarreling people couldn't see the golden figure jumping up from the river. The figure dragged two streams of steam and fire and flew towards the distance. Naturally, Salomon didn't know about the debates in Battery Park. He only knew that next year anglers fishing in the Long Island fishing grounds would be surprised by the astonishing amount of fish, and all of them would be full of fat. He felt that the place where the witch was had a different magic fluctuation, and some kind of violent and cruel emotion seemed to be out of the rein.

"So how did all this happen?" Salomon asked in puzzlement, "It's impossible."

"That's right, it's impossible. The witch's contract is a bloodline contract, and it has the same terrifying coercive power as you and the seventy-two demon gods." Master Daniel was also puzzled by this. Now Joan is lying in a coffin, her soul is not here. She didn't die, but the connection between body and soul became as fragile as the thin smoke of incense. Numerous secret methods from Emperor Weishan and spells from the witch family were cast on Joan of Arc, and it was difficult to maintain this fragile connection. The smell of lily perfume mingled with the smell of ink and parchment and the dust of tapestries and bookshelves.

"Although Gomorrah is just a mindless beast, it can think. Unless there is a higher level of command, contract and coercion, otherwise the hell dragon Gomorrah bound by the witch's hair will not be able to break free." Master Daniel said, "Contact the previous angel's attack... Gomorrah cannot have the spell of stripping the soul. This is not an accidental incident, Salomon, this is a conspiracy against the witch."

Bayonetta's face was expressionless, her pale gray eyes filled with cold anger. Like her, Salomon's mood was like the burning smell of his jetpack, and he didn't expect Joan to be hurt by such a ridiculous situation. The mystics of Karma Taj have gone to the scene to investigate and carefully analyze all the magic that appeared there, trying to find out what the magic that stripped Joan of Arc's soul is, and where the transmission channel that pulls Joan's soul to the lower plane leads.

"Who else can..." Salomon couldn't continue. He let out a hot breath, "I want to borrow the passage."

"This is impossible, Salomon. All the portals on the earth that can go to the outer dimension have been sealed by Kama Taj. Even His Holiness will not allow you to break any of them. After all, no one wants to see groups of extradimensional creatures rushing into the real world."

"I will solve the problem." The mystic lowered his eyes.

"I contacted Rodin." Bayonetta said, "He may have the news we want."

Salomon looked at Joan of Arc who was covered by magical aura, clutching the pocket watch of the Witch Clan in his hand. This is where the soul and power of the witch family lie, showing the relationship between the moon phase and magic power. The moon has three phases, new moon, full moon and waning moon. Destiny is three, magic is three, and Salomon suddenly found the person he should ask. "Time waits for no one. I'm going to find Hecate, the Titan goddess of magic in ancient Greece." He said, "Her magic skills are unmatched, and her elixir will definitely help us."

Master Daniel still wanted to make a final struggle, "Your Majesty does not allow you to go to Europe, Salomon."

"I believe His Holiness will be able to understand the power of the oath, Master Daniel. Even if it's just an unintentional word, a promise is a promise." Salomon said, "I once swore to the witches that even if their souls fall into hell, I will save them. Now it's time to fulfill the promise."

"No……"

"I will make a backup plan, Master Daniel." Salomon didn't put on his helmet, but he still felt that his jet engine cooling device was damaged in the fight, otherwise he would feel the heat on his back. "I have prepared a nuclear bomb. If the mission fails, the high-yield nuclear weapon will completely destroy all ecology there. Sufficient light and heat can destroy extradimensional creatures, can't it?"

Master Daniel sighed, "Yes, but..."

"I promise." Salomon stretched out his hand to greet Constantine and Catherine and Ola who attended the meeting as representatives of the sisterhood. "Order the sky carrier to set sail. Time waits for no one, let's go to the Mediterranean Sea first."

Ask for a ticket!