Chapter 123 - 105: Lin Lan

The pitch-black storm at the horizon gradually subsides, leaving the turbulent, hanging sea of blood above Camelot.

Scarlet snowflakes flutter down, breathtakingly beautiful, as if an artist has dropped the tail of a tragedy into his work, and the grand stage has finally drawn its curtain.

It’s over, all over.

Sigma gazes at the deep sea disaster unfolding above the land, disheartened.

The ship he is aboard is only two hundred meters from the shore, so he clearly sees the Ark War Chariot crash straight into the Lion Heart Palace, twisted and transformed by the calamity!

Heaven knows what benefits Lord Roland promised the ’Black-winged Calamity Master’ to make him willingly serve the Ark, but it’s all ended now, the King of Pirates has already died on the path of greed.

That peculiar giant war chariot will also plummet into the endless abyss, never to see the light of day again.

Sigma shakes his head; he once thought Lord Roland was a worthwhile ally, now it seems beneath that human skin is nothing but an arrogant fool.

He despises those idiotic yet unaware bastards the most.

The Ark has lost both of its most crucial cards, Roland recklessly sacrifices the foundation of his country and... his own life.

Sigma pushes his monocle, through this keepsake, he roughly understands that the leader of the Ark is inside that chariot.

It now appears that Lion Heart Island will not entirely sink; amidst the Ark’s assault, the calamity erupted prematurely and hastily, meaning only the northwest territories of the island will be swallowed by the deep sea.

But is it all worth it, Roland?

Sigma truly wants to grab that lord by the collar and loudly question him.

He really cannot think of any way Lord Roland can turn the tide, he takes a hand of guaranteed winning cards and plays them to ruin.

The best way to deal with disaster worshipers on land is to suffocate them in their cradle or quickly cut away affected lands, rather than thinking of remedial actions once the calamity starts forming.

No one can stop a fully formed deep sea disaster!

Hee hee hee hee...

A strange laughter suddenly rustles in his ears, Sigma expressionlessly bows his head, seeing countless pale smiling faces faintly appearing under the sea, conversing and laughing, brushing past the ship’s sides.

Meanwhile, an invisible crowd seems to run across the sea waves, dense footprints appear concaving on the surrounding sea surface.

A flock of bone birds with wings stained in green flames cries out like infants, hovering near the dim coastline.

The ’safe boundary’ belonging to the land is slowly disappearing.

More eerie entities are stretching out from the depths of the Gray Realm, eagerly rushing towards the land feast dominated by the calamity.

The next moment, the light around the deck suddenly flickers, a gray mask emerges behind the man, the bizarre evil entities wary, distance themselves from the ship.

"What’s happening?" Sigma turns, his expression somewhat surprised.

The Secret Guard clearly left long ago, why return now?

"Please tell me your next plan, esteemed diplomat." A slender figure stands on the deck, a cold, emotionless voice speaks from behind the mask.

Sigma frowns slightly.

The Grey-clothed Secret Guard is the ’common property’ of the three main islands, its backing forces are extremely intricate, though he is not in a superior-subordinate relationship with the guard, they are also not qualified to inquire about his future arrangements.

Yet, to some extent, the Grey-clothed Secret Guard represents the old folks behind the main island councils, face must be given when due.

"Of course, to return to the Fortress Main Island and report to the Governor." Even if reluctant, Sigma answers coldly, "I misjudged, the soon-to-vanish Ark Kingdom is unworthy of the Fortress Faction’s support."

"How do you perceive the assets Ark left in the island’s Southern Territory?" the guard continues to ask.

Already starting to eagerly calculate Ark’s legacy?

Sigma’s expression shows some impatience.

"Without Roland leading, the resources of Seagull City will soon be divided among the Star Ladder and White Oak merchants." He says flatly, "Isn’t the obvious truth still needing me to state it?"

The ’Cooperation Letter’ offered by the Fortress Faction has become a joke; for the Fortress Legion focused on exploring the deep sea, there isn’t any reliable ally in this world.

The Star Ladder Main Island and White Oak Main Island are both complacent, neither local politicians nor citizens understand the Fortress Main Island’s persistency.

Eventually, all is a futile mess...

From now on, the future situation of the Fortress Main Island, stubbornly exploring the disaster frontier, will only become more difficult...

The sea breeze rolls through the scarlet snowflakes, Sigma gazes at the dim red disaster backdrop, sighing deeply.

The guard does not immediately respond, standing for a while as if receiving some information.

"Esteemed diplomat, since Lion Heart Island has not completely sunk, Nightingale Lady from the White Oak Main Island is very interested in Ark’s remaining ’Sunshine Refining Technology’, she wishes to meet you." Moments later, the guard speaks, "Please patiently stay on the nearest safe route for a while, Lady Nightingale’s ’Rose’ will soon arrive."

Nightingale... That platinum-level adventurer, the so-called ’big star’ promoted by the White Oak Island’s master?

"I’m not interested in chatting with her." Sigma’s thoughts turn, he replies coldly, "If Nightingale is interested in Ark’s legacy, let her compete with other merchants, what does it have to do with me?"