Chapter 862 Calling Your Name (1)
August 15, 1943, is a time that Yvette will never forget.
Because after that day, she never saw 'Luka' again. From then on, for nearly seventy years, it was as if the world had disappeared, and there was no trace of its existence.
She had dreamed back to that day countless times, trying to keep the man from leaving, or to go with the man.
But in the end when she woke up from her dream, only the tears remaining in the corners of her eyes and the empty room seemed to silently remind her that that person was long gone.
However, at this time, Yvette was still immersed in her happy time and did not know what was about to happen in the future.
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August 13, 1943.
Gibraltar is a seaside town built along the coast.
According to the mission issued by the system, the man followed the traces of the gods and brought Yvette to a coastal town.
"Luca, do you think... I look good in this?" Yvette was wearing a wreath, her hands behind her back, and she stood on tiptoes and turned around, with two blushes on her fair face, and she looked shy. asked the man for his opinion.
People coming and going in the market all turned their attention to the girl.
Her angelic and lovely face, paired with an elegant white dress and a garland of flowers, made her even more beautiful. Even though she was only in her teens, she still amazed onlookers.
The vigorous vitality of the little girl seemed to have infected the man beside her. He couldn't help but nod and smile: "It looks good. Everything Yvette wears looks good."
"Um...really?"
Yvette's cheeks turned red, her fingers intertwined, she lowered her head and whispered softly: "Luka...as long as you like it."
The man smiled and touched the girl's hair, then turned to the stall owner and said, "How much does this wreath cost? I want to buy it."
"No need to pay!"
The boss waved his hand generously and said boldly: "Such a beautiful girl should be considered as a gift from me, but can you let me take a photo of her? It will be regarded as a souvenir. I want to put it here."
"Forget it. I'll give you the money. You don't have to change it."
The man threw down a few bills, rejected the boss's proposal, and dragged Yvette out of the stall.
The boss pinched the banknotes and opened his mouth, but looking at the two people who had disappeared into the crowd, he could only sigh with regret.
Yvette, who grew up in a remote town at a very young age, had never seen the outside world.
So when she saw such a bustling world outside, full of exquisite products, how could the little girl withstand the temptation? She was instantly attracted and deeply addicted to it. She bought a lot of them in two or three hours from afternoon to evening. Strange objects.
Although it was just a joke, the man did not forget the purpose of his trip.
After Yvette finished shopping, they came to the coastal area of the town, avoiding all pedestrians and the reef.
"Wait for me, Yvette."
The man comforted the girl and said softly: "I have to concentrate on finding something. Please help me stop ordinary people."
"No problem, leave it to me, Luca!"
Yvette nodded confidently, patted her immature blue chest, and said, "I will definitely not let anyone get close to me!"
After leaving Hydra's base, the man tried to teach the girl how to control her abilities.
Unexpectedly, Yvette was so talented that in less than three months, she completely mastered the Perfection Technique, and even reached the seventh level of spiritual power, which was equivalent to that of a Shinigami who had just graduated from Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy.
Moreover, her Perfection Technique can interfere with the laws of time.
In this way, even if he is gone in the future, Yvette will be able to cope with most crises.
The man felt a lot relieved, and then he concentrated, slowly leaned down, and traced a circle with his fingers on the wet beach, with the four directions of south, south, north, and south marked in it, and slowly chanted in his mouth:
"The heart of the south, the pupil of the north."
“The fingertips of the west, the toes of the east.”
"Gathered by the wind, dispersed by the rain."
"The Fifty-eight of the Binding Dao: Slap your toes and chase the sparrows!"
After finishing chanting the mantra, the man injected spiritual power into it, and the four directions in the circle suddenly began to change and refresh at a rapid speed.
On the wet beach around the man, ripples visible to the naked eye suddenly appeared. The invisible spiritual power was like ripples from radar, spreading out to the distant sea.
The numbers in the circle are still refreshing crazily, and the surrounding ripples are becoming more intense.
The aura he sensed last time has been completely locked by Slap Toe Chaser. As long as he continues to expand the search range, he will definitely be able to find Diamu's location.
As the scope and depth of exploration increased, everything under the sea came into his mind.
Among the corals of different colors, countless schools of fish were swimming back and forth, but the most important thing was that on the bottom of the sea, he actually saw a magnificent city, just like the Dragon Palace in myths and legends.
Yvette covered her mouth and was careful not to disturb the man.
However, at this moment, there was a torrent deep in the Atlantic Ocean, shooting out from the bottom of the sea like a cannonball, and the speed was simply staggering.
The calm sea surface at night suddenly stirred up waves, and with a thunderous sound, a white torrent broke through the sea surface and shot straight towards the two people on the shore like a sharp arrow.
"!"
In a critical situation, Yvette directly activated the Perfection Technique, and a blue space-time barrier covered a fifty-meter radius.
The white torrent seemed to be aware of the danger and actually stopped outside the barrier one step ahead. The roaring water swirled violently and sprayed out several water arrows, aiming directly at the unsuspecting man.
But unfortunately, the time within the barrier has been delayed hundreds of times.
After the surging water arrow entered the barrier, it moved towards the man at a turtle speed like slow motion in a movie.
Seeing that the attack was ineffective, a young man stepped out of the white rapids. He stepped on the surging waves and held a golden trident upside down. He looked like a sea god in Greek mythology. His half-golden vertical pupils shrank slightly and he looked down from above. them.
"Human, stop your snooping immediately!"
The young man held the golden trident and made a loud voice like a tsunami: "Atlantis is not a territory you can set foot in, unless you want to provoke a war between land and sea."
"Poseidon?!"
Yvette, who had never seen the world since she was a child, her eyes widened at this moment.
After all, the trident was so famous. Apart from Poseidon in Greek mythology, it was hard for her to think of another Poseidon who would use such a fancy weapon.
"I'm not Poseidon."
The young man frowned and said with a hint of displeasure in his tone: "I am Namor Mackenzie, the new Sea King of Atlantis."
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