Chapter 290 Stop the action

at the same time.

North Sea.

The sky was overcast and rainy, and the cold sea breeze blew the "cross"-shaped flag of authority, making a crackling sound.

"Old Saint Fegalandu Green, fleets at all levels have entered the North Sea in batches and dispersed their operations to ensure that they are not intercepted and attacked by any force."

On the official ship of the World Government, a captain of the Holy Land Guard knelt on one knee, looking feverishly at the gem-encrusted boots of the man in front of him, and reported excitedly.

This is the great and sacred Ancient Sage Fegalando Green!

A big shot who holds the power to "judge" the world's noble Celestial Dragons, the deputy leader of the Knights of God!

He never expected in his life that a humble insect-like existence like himself would be able to perform a mission on the same ship as the great Ancient Sage Fegalando Green.

This is simply his greatest honor.

If he hadn't taken into account that there were many of his subordinates around him, he would have liked to kneel over and kiss the boots of Ancient Sage Green.

"Well, I understand."

Ancient Saint Fegalando Green observed the unfamiliar sea area in front of him with an indifferent expression, letting the rain and sea breeze wet and mess up his crescent-shaped red hair, and narrowed his eyes into dangerous slits.

"The order is passed, fleets at all levels will make all preparations, stay alert... and set off according to the original goal."

“There is a list of twenty islands and countries including Firsek Island, no one can be spared!”

His voice seemed stronger than the cold wind and rain, like an ancient anchor hovering in the air for a long time:

"Anyone who dares to block or refuse to obey orders will be killed on the spot!"

The captain of the Holy Land Guards nodded in fear and said excitedly:

"Yes, I will obey your order!"

He was shaking with excitement and immediately turned around to do it.

Especially the last words of the Ancient Saint Fegalando Green simply made him unable to control himself, and his eyes burst out with a crazy light.

As a member of the Holy Land Guard, he knew better than anyone what weight this sentence held.

This is the highest order of the Knights of God...with immunity from all guilt!

In other words, the mission they carried out did not need to adhere to any bottom line at all.

Even ministers, nobles, and even royal dignitaries of some countries can take action without restraint!

When he thought of the top officials and royal family members of those countries trembling and frightened under their guns, he almost fainted with excitement.

Ancient Saint Fegalandu Green slowly exhaled a breath and looked at the island in the distance whose outline gradually became clearer.

The smell of blood mixed in the sea breeze made him frown his well-trimmed eyebrows.

"This is Felsek Island..."

As the official ship of the World Government approached, Ancient Sage Fegalandu Green squinted at the island whose land mass was almost shattered, a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.

He really didn't expect that guy Rogers Darren to really dare to resist the orders of the Five Old Stars, and he didn't expect that he actually had so many trump cards.

The tyrannical strength that is enough to fight against the Five Old Stars, and the elusive invincible fleet...

"I really underestimate him..."

Remembering the tentative confrontation with Darren when they first met in the Holy Land of Mariejoia, Ancient Saint Fegalando Green's hands started to itch. He subconsciously touched the hilt of the Western sword at his waist and licked his lips.

He hadn't felt like this for a long, long time since the Valley of the Gods incident twelve years ago.

It was a thrilling feeling of being provoked!

Just as the thoughts of the ancient saint Fegalandu Green were racing, the pure white and gorgeous World Government officials were approaching the island and slowly approaching the shore.

A team of navy officers responsible for blocking the coastline trotted over quickly and saluted with a military salute.

"Hand over the task, Felsek Island will be taken over by the forces of the Holy Land."

The ancient saint Fegalando Green looked down at the naval team and said coldly.

The navy team was stunned for a moment. Facing the cross-shaped flag of authority, they finally chose to remain silent.

They looked back and took a deep look at the island, with a flash of unbearability in their eyes, and they hardened their hearts and boarded the warship.

There are at least more than 2,000 civilians still alive on the island, but now I'm afraid...

A kind of helpless numbness gradually appeared in their eyes.

"Old Saint Green, we have found the body of Saint Babbo. Do you need to go and take a look?"

At this time, a Holy Land Guard walked over cautiously and asked in a low voice.

"who?"

Ancient Saint Fegalandu Green frowned and asked with some confusion.

"Fegalando Barbo Saint...well, he is your nephew."

The man was taken aback for a moment, and then explained more carefully.

"oh……"

Only then did Ancient Saint Fegalando Green become a little enlightened and waved his hand impatiently.

"No need, since he's dead, there's nothing to see."

"The Figalando family...there is no weak person."

The Holy Land Guard was stunned on the spot, but did not dare to show any obvious expression changes on his face. He just bowed deeply and turned around to leave.

"The Island of the Fallen God...that birdman Morgans is really tired of living."

Ancient Saint Fegalando Green looked at this bitter cold island with indifferent eyes, and a cold smile gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He had read the report of the World Economic News Agency. That ignorant fellow, Morgause, actually dared to expose everything, and even exaggeratedly described the poor Firthek Island in the North Sea as the "Island of the Fallen God"... This made him feel inexplicably unhappy.

"The insects in this garbage place should have been exterminated long ago..."

He raised his hand and made a military gesture.

"Bring all the surviving civilians on the island here."

"Yes! Lord Fergalando Green, the ancient saint!"

As soon as the voice fell, all the members of the Holy Land Guard responded in unison.

They acted quickly.

In just one hour, hundreds of ragged civilians were pointed at by the army with knives and guns, dragged in the wind and snow, and trudged to the coastline with difficulty.

The civilians looked extremely terrified, shivering in the wind and snow, and did not dare to look at the big man with red hair.

Ragged clothes, frozen white faces, terrified expressions... These civilians living in the bitter cold land knelt on the ground in fear under the guns of the Holy Land Guards, a huge crowd.

The navy who boarded the warship in the distance looked at this scene with unbearable expressions, their eyes were oozing bloodshot, and their fists were clenched tightly.

Fergalando Green Ancient Saint raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and muttered to himself:

"Rogers Darren, you can't protect anything... The order you have established in the North Sea for ten years will fall apart in an instant under the authority of the government!"

He slowly raised his hand.

Swish!

All the Holy Land Guards raised their muskets at the same time.

Under the black muzzles of the guns, the fear of death spread rapidly, causing the civilians to riot, and some couldn't help crying out loud.

"This is just the beginning."

Fergalando Green was about to clench his fist and give the order to open fire, but at this time, a call from a Den Den Mushi suddenly sounded.

"Bulu Bulu..."

The call from the Den Den Mushi seemed urgent and anxious, which made Fergalando Green frown.

He paused for a second, and slowly withdrew his hand in the desperate eyes of the civilians.

He took out the military Den Den Mushi and connected the communication.

"You should know that I don't like to be disturbed during the game..."

Fergalando Green looked unhappy and said arrogantly: