Chapter 221 - ONE FINGER OPENING THE SEA AND COMMANDS THE HEAVENS II (1/2)
MEANWHILE
SOMEWHERE IN THE IONIAN SEA.
The waves of the ocean was rippling and then as a gigantic sea creatures swims forward, the ripples intensifies and waves rises up and down crashing towards the sea water.
Like an explosion, the seabed below trembles, scaring the sea monster below.
What gigantic creatures could create such force? For anyone who sees it they would truly be shocked.
There is four metal gigantic tortoise dragging an island completely covered in a purplish red dome and runic marking was present in four corners of the dome protection barrier.
This Island usually stays around the Ionian Sea and rarely they move since their Island is monitored by many factions.
But today that Island move. Not even the White Owl notice the movement of this Island.
Occupied with more explosive news, the White Owl forgot that faction on the Mediterranean Sea
And as the whole world focuses on the eventual clash of the Death Monarch and the World Government, that Island made their move.
Storm Tide, the headquarters of League of Freedom is moving.
And as it moves misty white fog moves along with it, shrouding the entire area around the radius of 200 kilometers around the island path to be shrouded by the same misty white fog
Standing on top of North Tortoise head, is a man wearing purple red mask in the shape of an angered Demon, his robe flapping after the sea wind blows over him.
He wears red robe lined with black, his eyes shows excitement and a hint of madness glints inside his sharp glare.
His scars that lined all over his skin made him unable to forget. He has bathed in the darkness for so long…that it is now too late for him to go to the light.
Since that is the case, he would continue be in the darkness…and use it to snuff out the light.
This man is Narleod the mysterious leader of the League of Freedom.
Beside him standing guard, looking at the same direction as Narleod is the famous teleporter Warp.
Beneath his feet is three Disk with silver color.
The Disk of Teleportation.
Each one of the Disk if activated enables him to transport more and large things with him. But he still did not reach the power to teleport the entire Island with him.
If not this would be easy task for the League of Freedom to ambush anyone they wanted in the world other than people who could seal space like the Death Monarch
Their island is full of magical weapons.
After all the League of Freedom is also a merchant of death, they sell weapons to the enemies of the World Government and anyone that could pay the price.
Narleod financed many secret wars against the World Government all in the name of freedom.
Truth was, Narleod has always wanted to avenge his defeat and his betrayal in the hands of the World Government
Looking at the vast sea in front of him and the dark clouds on the skies, the four tortoise keep swimming to the Atlantic Ocean passing three islands of different colors
Narleod only smiles, his smile laden with meaning and there is some sort of satisfaction welling up in his heart
Behind the four large tortoise, there is a man following the path of the tortoise discreetly.
The man is commandeering a large dolphin-like animal with sharp fanged teeth with a silver rope that glows white in color.
The rope is tightly tightened on the large dolphin fin.
The man is wearing patched clothes and on his head is a gem studded golden crown that fit his forehead.
On the back of the dolphin, there is a woman and a man, sitting on a boat-like structure that was also dragged by the creature
The one in the carriage is the Oracle and her protector.
The Oracle has been closing her eyes since she first enters the boat like structure. Like she prophesy, the man with the shabby clothes will bring her to the Island of Peace.
'Will….the future I saw changed again?' She asked herself in her contemplation as the waves keep pushing the boat.
They moved forward…to the World Government as the white mist leads the way
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That figure in the air strikes fear and awe. This is the figure of a legend. And that figure is staring at an empty air.
But it was not laughable. Instead a solemn and heavy pressure emanated from this seemingly comedic action.
Azief stand on the air looking down at an empty air, the Battlestar behind him that was hundred times larger than him waited anxiously, not one of them dare question him.
Since he stopped, they stopped. A few birds flew below him passing that empty air freely and Azief smirks a bit.
Phasing formation, invisibility formation, anti-detection spell and floating arrays and god knows how many more defensive measures was employed.
'HAHAHA! They sure prepare a lot' Azief laughed, his laugh reverberated as the space all around him ripples.
His laugh does not mean he find the situation comedic, instead it was a laugh with a trace of anger and disdain
He did not say anything only looking down at the empty space. Seven Battlestar is behind him creating a great sight.
The many eyes that was watching this all are waiting, anything, to happen. They all take a deep breath.
Somewhere in the Senate of the Republic, sitting in the Senate Hall is Boris, Jean and….Katarina. She look at the large screen on the Senate Hall, looking at the Death Monarch.
Boris was on her left, Jean on his right with his lover, Paulette. Looking at the figure of Azief with his army, she smiles a bit.
'If I did not know him, I might think he likes grandiose entrance' Boris frowned hearing his sister said that.
'The World Government would be prepared.'
So?' Katarina said confidently. She is the only one in the world right now, that knows Azief true power.
So what if the World government is prepared. People that could defeat Azief in this world, Katarina dare say, there is no one
'Poland is undefended' Jean said casually and Katarina glare at him. Jean smiles his diplomatical smile and Katarina said sternly
'I and the Death Monarch promises Frederick that Poland is free and independent and both the World Government and the Republic would not lay claim on nit. Let the people there live their lives in peace.'
'But, sis-'
'Frederick protected me and sheltered me in my weakest moment. I know to reward kind deed.'
Jean just nodded and Boris sighed. At least she did not once again runaway and meddle in the clash between the Death Monarch and the World Government.
But what he didn't know there is a reason why Katarina is not there beside Azief.
She did not offer to help and Azief did not request it of her. In a way, she understand Azief thinking.
The reason she did not offer her help was because she knew at the moment she would be too weak and instead would be a liability and might even become his weakness in the crucial moment.
But not being there with him, it does not fill her heart with any heavy feeling. Why? Because she knew Azief would be fine.
And if somehow Azief is once again in the verge of death, like that day, she would not hesitate to fly towards him in a heartbeat
The same for him.
He would not ask her, and would never shamelessly ask her, to risk her life to safe someone he still loves and trample on Katarina feeling.
Strong as she is, Azief recognizes she is still a woman…and a fragile woman at that. Not in the fact that she was weak in her prowess, it is her heart.
Even Azief heart would ache if Katarina were to ask him to save her lover. How could he inflict that pain on her?
So, she did not ask, and he did not bother.
They both think, that they have known all there was to each other. They clique. Easily and almost flawlessly
Yet, every time Azief saw her frown, he could not help but ask himself why does she frown and how to make her smile
He wanted to find the answer.