Chapter 219 Passing by
"Am I right, Lord Satan?"
The Vice Admiral's voice with a faint smile slowly fell, echoing on the deck of the deadly silent official ship.
Saint Satan glanced at him coldly and said calmly:
"Stop it, Darren...if you don't want to die."
Darren turned his head.
He looked at Saint Satan.
Three seconds later, he suddenly smiled, shrugged and said:
"As you wish."
There was no movement from him, and Saint Babo suddenly felt that he had regained control of his body.
The murderous aura that locked him tightly faded away like a tide, and he fell to his knees on the ground with a plop, panting heavily, and his face was extremely pale.
After several seconds, he barely managed to catch his breath and stared at Darren with resentful eyes:
"You bastard!!"
"How dare you attack me!?"
Saint Babo's eyes were full of blood holes, and his eyeballs were covered with ferocious bloodshot eyes. He struggled to get up and said with a somewhat crazy expression:
"You are tired of living!!"
The smile on Darren's face grew stronger:
"How could it be? I don't dare to take action against you, Lord Babo Saint."
"As you can see, I am just performing escort missions."
Seeing the unscrupulous look of the navy in front of him, an uncontrollable anger suddenly surged in the heart of Saint Babo.
He is a God born noble!
A being who is born to be superior to all human beings!
Even among the Tianlong people, relying on the high reputation of the Fegalandu family in the Holy Land and the strength and status of their uncle, the Ancient Saint Green, they are the most awe-inspiring group.
And this mere pariah in front of him actually dared to take action against him!
Causing myself to show that despicable ugliness just now!
It's simply intolerable.
The most important thing is that the strange looks cast by his peers around him made him feel burning pain in his face.
My face... was completely lost!
Barbo Saint stared at Darren breathlessly, gritted his teeth, and opened his mouth to say something.
Saint Satan's old, emotionless voice sounded slowly at this time.
"The farce ends here, we will reach our destination soon."
"The other three official ships will arrive soon."
He turned his eyes, looked at the red-haired Draco with a vicious expression, and said softly:
"Babo Saint, if you still have any grievances, you can vent them out in the upcoming hunting competition."
"I'm looking forward to your performance."
Saint Babo was stunned when he heard this.
Darren also frowned.
Sure enough, Saint Babo instantly understood what Saint Satan meant, and ferocious ecstasy appeared on his face.
The pair of malicious eyes flashed for a moment, and then revealed traces of a mocking smile.
Unexpectedly, he stopped attacking and instead smiled at Darren and said:
"Thank you Lieutenant General Darren for your advice. Don't worry, I will always remember this lesson..."
Darren narrowed his eyes.
The fingers twitched slightly.
However, at this moment, a strange red light suddenly appeared in the deep eyes of Saint Satan in front of the cabin.
Darren raised his eyebrows, exhaled a breath, and relaxed his finger muscles again.
Noticing the Vice Admiral's little move, the young red-haired Draco laughed more and more mockingly.
He approached Darren and lowered his voice:
"It's hard to endure, isn't it?"
"You obviously want to kill me, but you don't dare to do it..."
"Obviously, he is as powerful as a monster, but he can only beg for mercy from the nobles of our world."
He smiled and took a half step back.
Under the calm expression of the Vice Admiral, he raised his hand to help him straighten his slightly messy tie.
"Pour me another glass of wine."
He shouted casually.
Soon a servant crawled over on his hands and knees and handed him a glass of wine with both hands raised.
Barber Saint took the glass and raised it to Darren with a smile.
Then,
Turn the glass over in your hand.
The mellow and fragrant spirit poured down, splashing everywhere.
"No matter what, I have to toast you."
Saint Babbo smiled wantonly.
"Thank you Lieutenant General Darren for escorting me all the way."
After saying that, he turned around neatly and returned to the group of Tianlong people.
Darren stood quietly, facing the sarcastic gazes of many Celestial Dragons, and suddenly smiled.
He turned around and walked towards the bow of the ship, with a calm expression on his face, and politely asked a shivering World Government official:
"Hello, when will the other three official ships arrive?"
The official who had a panoramic view of the scene just now replied tremblingly:
"Da, Lieutenant General Darren, it is estimated that there are still fifteen minutes left."
"Our Falcon was the first to set off, with only 120 nobles on board."
"The other three official ships carry more nobles than ours. Each ship has an average size of 150 people, so the time is delayed a little."
Four official ships of the World Government, with a total of more than 500 young elite Tianlong people, are all the members participating in the "World Noble Hunting Competition" this time.
Darren nodded and smiled:
"Fifteen minutes left, right?"
"Okay, please."
His eyes flashed, a few faint bloodshot threads appeared around his pupils, and his smile grew stronger.
I really can't wait...
Immediately afterwards, waves of low and solemn bugles suddenly came from the distant sea.
Everyone on the official boat was stunned and followed the sound.
The group of young Tianlong people couldn't help but stand up suddenly, showing eagerness to try.
On the distant sea, the outline of a snow-capped island gradually came into view.
arrive!
Firsek Island...the venue for this World Noble Hunting Competition!
Looking at the island getting closer and closer, Darren's eyes became slightly dazed.
But soon, something else quickly attracted his attention.
On the offshore sea surface three nautical miles away from the island, warships lined up in a row, showing a murderous camp surrounding the island.
Familiar warships, familiar flags, even vaguely familiar faces...
At this moment, it seems to have become a little strange.
Darren was stunned for several seconds before he gradually came back to his senses.
He saw,
The snow-white seagull flags of freedom and peace gradually opened a gap in the blockade.
Like a blooming iron-blooded military flower, it meekly welcomes the arrival of the authoritative flag shaped like a "cross".
The sea breeze is strong and the world is freezing.
Heavy snowflakes fell from the gloomy and gray sky.
On those warships,
Familiar figures stood there blankly.
The vice admiral looked at the bow of the official ship with a complicated expression.
Some people gritted their teeth, some were numb, some clenched their fists...
The Vice Admiral did not look at any of them.
He just put his hands in his pockets, chewed a cigar, and stood on the bow of the official ship of the World Government.
He stood there proudly.
Smoke and white robes floated, and under the black hair, his eyes were indifferent.
Gorgeous official ships and scarred warships,
passing each other.
In front of the cabin, Saint Satan held the mottled cane in his hand and looked at this scene with half-smiling eyes.
On the official side, an official from the World Government shouted loudly in an extremely stern tone:
"The arrival of the Five Elder Stars Jaygolucia Saint Satan... Everyone below the commodore must avoid the "true face" of Saint Satan!!"
"Anyone disrespectful will be killed on the spot!!"
The words fell,
The world was dead silent for a full two seconds.
Then……
boom!
boom!
boom!
On the decks of several warships, a dozen curious navy soldiers' heads exploded like watermelons one after another, red and white splattered all over the place, and then they collapsed to the ground.
Everyone stared at this scene with fear. The soldiers were trembling with fear and lowered their heads.
The naval generals above the rank of commodore looked at that old figure in disbelief, and their hearts were shaken.
The old man wearing a black flat hat had blood-red eyes glowing at this moment.
It's like a real god has arrived!
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