Chapter 844 Meeting Parents (Second)

"Evacuate?" Victoria Hand was surprised.

Baron Modu nodded, and he left without looking back after delivering the order, followed by almost all the Kama Taj mystics who boarded the Retribution. The same is true for the other two sky battleships, the Cross Rose and the Golden Flower. There will only be one mystic on each ship, responsible for opening the portal for the ship. The other Karma Taj's mystics will go to the ground after receiving orders to help the armed forces of the Immortal City evacuate there.

"Wait." Agent Hand stopped Baron Mordo. She pointed to the snow-capped peaks of Mount Fenbowent covered in golden and blood-red rays of light, as well as the massive extradimensional creatures surrounding the peaks. "If there is no fire support from sky battleships and siege troops, how will the monarch fighting on the mountaintop deal with so many extradimensional creatures?"

"This is the last extra-dimensional creature. According to the current density of artillery fire, they will be wiped out in a short time." Baron Mordo patiently explained, "The Supreme Mage has freed up his hands to deal with those portals. At that time, teleportation will be prohibited in this area, and there will be no more extra-dimensional creatures teleporting over. This is our last chance to evacuate to a safe distance. Do you have any questions? I still need to help evacuate more important things."

"No more." Agent Hand froze. She finally knew why she had been ordered to launch all the nukes on the Immortal City. Although she is the head of the intelligence department, there are still many secrets in the Immortal City that she cannot touch at all, which makes her quite unhappy. Although Salomon's behavior style is exactly the same as that of Nick Fury, it is not happy for anyone to have such a boss. She believes that she has proved her loyalty and ability, and Salomon has no reason to hide certain things from her.

If Mordo knew what Victoria Hand was thinking, maybe he would comfort her.

This is not because Salomon doesn't trust Victoria Hand, but because Agent Hand has been reluctant to accept biochemical transformation for a long time. Now the intelligence department of the Immortal City is enough for her to work. If she really wants to tell her some secrets, it is difficult for a mortal body that has not undergone biochemical transformation to bear such a workload. And some secrets need magic as a means of hiding, to bury those secrets deep in the soul. Victoria Hand has always been disgusted with others' manipulation of her brain—since someone fired a bullet into her brain—so now she can only touch some secrets that mortals can touch. For example, those war machines, she had never been exposed to a single word before that, it was not a secret she could know.

Agent Hand stood on the bridge with his arms folded, watching the mystics around him cast magic, leading the Sky Carrier slowly through the portal to a safe location far away from Finnbowente Mountain. The other two sky battleships were nearby, teleporting at the same time as the Retribution. After waiting for about half an hour, she saw a beam of golden light shoot straight into the sky from the direction of Finnbowente Mountain, piercing straight into the dark blue sky that had just been dyed pink by the rising sun, and then there was a deafening and ear-piercing wail from the soul level.

It was the first time in Tony Stark's life that he knew the town of Noah Doune, and the mountain of Fenbowent for the first time. However, he could no longer see it with his own eyes. He could only observe the snow peak through satellite images in the past. No matter what happened there, the giant craters left by multiple high-yield nuclear bomb explosions erased all traces, high-intensity radiation permeated every inch of soil, and all evidence was buried under the dumped mountains. Earthquake readings could be detected as far away as the United Kingdom and Siberia.

The only accurate evidence he had was an energy reading from a satellite detection, which was exactly the same as the reading he had seen during the replay of the Battle of New York. Other evidence is some vague testimony like "there are two suns in the sky", which is not enough to be believed. Although he can be sure that Salomon will not unseal the holy sword at will - in order to reassure him and Nick Fury, Salomon told them about the conditions for unsealing the seal. Although it doesn't help much-but Stark can't tolerate the fact that the Avengers don't know anything about the huge disaster that happened before, as if he knows what he can come up with to solve it.

But when he tried to find Salomon, he found that he had completely lost the trace of the mystic.

Salomon was embarrassed, very, very embarrassed.

Because he faced Rosa and Baldr, the two former owners of the Eye of the World, at the same time. The reason for saying "once" is because the Eye of the World has returned to its most primitive state, sealed in the sapphire on the dial of a pocket watch, sealed by Rosa and Baldr himself, and supervised by the Supreme Mage. Beunita and Joan of Arc sat on both sides, but they didn't seem to have the slightest intention to rescue Salomon, because their situation was also very embarrassing, after all, they didn't have much experience in dealing with elders. Rosa's expression didn't change much, because the Supreme Mage dragged out the plan after resurrecting her. Although Baldr has experienced the pain of losing his wife, Rosa is now standing in front of him alive, and he has nothing to complain about.

The only thing that made him unable to maintain his composure was the report on the Sun Island incident.

He knew very well that his fate would have been written in the report if it hadn't been for the shocking scheme between Salomon and the Supreme Mage. He still couldn't believe that he would try to kill his own daughter—Balder was only in his forties now, and even though he had gone through so many twists and turns, it was hard to imagine what would happen after he lived five hundred years with the soul of the prophet on his back. He could only be thankful that Salomon and the Supreme Mage had made the choice, but he would not express his gratitude anyway, and not opening his mouth to object to the relationship between his daughter and the Mystic Mage was the only statement he made.

Baldr remained silent.

Salomon also can't complain, because this is one of the rare Disney family endings in his life. Even if he didn't even have time to take off his armor, his muscles were sore from fighting for a long time, his mental condition was even worse, and his whole body was still sticky from sweat, he had nothing to complain about. He is more concerned about how much the Immortal City has paid this time, and how long it will take to replenish the production capacity of these ordnance.

You can imagine Stephanie cursing and writing a logistics report.

"We plan to travel, and leave the Oxfordshire manor to yourselves." Rosa broke the atmosphere of silence. She glanced at Baldr who was sitting next to him and was sulking at herself. Coincidentally, the witches at the scene were all five hundred years older than their partners by various chances and coincidences. "After all, you can live independently now, and you don't need me, an old lady, to bother you. You all have your own careers, and you don't need a father who suddenly appears to discipline your life, not to mention that Baldr has never been a father before."

"Rosa." Balder closed his eyes and shook his head helplessly, not knowing what to say.

"I'll bring you some small gifts, but don't expect Baldr to write you postcards. He never sent me a single letter when I was locked up in the Witch Prison. If he hadn't planned the attack on the Witch's garrison to rescue me, I would even suspect that he was dead!" Rosa added persistently.

But none of this would have happened if Balder had not listened to the angel's slander to incite that riot. Rosa, from the perspective of the witch and her partner, didn't know how to accept what Baldr had done. Touched and angry combined into a complex emotion. Fortunately, there were five hundred years for her to let go, otherwise she would have settled with Baldr because of the destruction of the Witch Clan. She looked at Salomon, "Although I have met you as a child, this is our first formal conversation. Salomon, do you know what awaits you in the future?"

"Yes I know."

"Don't make Celesa sad." Rosa nodded, "And Joan of Arc. Try your best."

Balder narrowed his eyes with an unfriendly expression.

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