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Part 2 The Blue Storm The Twelfth Sulla Accident

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    Facing the stern questioning from the Templars, Simon seemed to be completely frightened.  ¡ËEven if a bolt of lightning hit the bottom of his feet at this time, it would not make him more frightened.

    "This I am actually planning to go to the world of Malik Sultan and offer him the arrears of gold and jewels. This is true, Lord, if I tell a lie, the prophet himself will return from the void,  Punish me for my deception!" the smuggling captain vowed, swearing. There was some hesitation at first, but then he became more confident and smooth.  Judging from his appearance alone, he does appear to be very sincere.

    "You're a liar who deserves to go to hell! You don't believe in the one true God at all, you're a false believer!" The leader of the Templars is tall, a head taller than his companions, but he is quite thin.  The dry and hard muscles are tightly attached to the bones, and the head is like a skull covered with skin.  He looked young, and the beard on his chin was short and thin.  "You said you wanted to repay the Sultan's money, but why are you on the route to Atas?! Are you lost in the star realm?"

    ¡°I heard that Githyanki pirates were raging, and there were Fatimid zealots blocking the shipping route, so I wanted to take a long way around, which would be safer¡­¡± Simon answered calmly without blinking.

    "Eggless man! A walking lying tongue! Please tell me, what does Malik Sultan look like?"

    "Huh?" Simon seemed a little confused, "What does it look like? What does this mean?"

    "Asshole, let me see if you can tell the truth!" the leader of the Templars shouted sternly.

    "To be honest, everything I said is the truth!"

    ¡°Then tell me! What does Malik Sultan look like?¡±

    "Yeah," Simon paused and said.  "He has a graceful figure and a complexion like fermented mare's milk. He is always well-dressed and well-groomed."

    "That's right!" the skinny Templar leader continued.  "Does Malik Sultan look like a **** you find in a prostitute?"

    "What?" Simon was even more confused, "Of course not, what does this mean"

    "Then why are you treating him like a ****! Do you think we will be fooled by you?!" With a swipe, the Templar pulled out the scimitar from his waist.  The enchanted aura flickered, and the surrounding area seemed to light up instantly.  Once in Athas, an ordinary enchanted weapon was very rare, but now even the Templars use powerful equipment that the princes could not even imagine before.

    "Kill him!" said the vampires under Witch King Dlegos, "and then we will turn him into an undead and torture him carefully!"

    "In the name of the only true God, the most merciful and merciful, blessed are those who believe! For your Lord's punishment is indeed severe!" The Templar strode forward with his scimitar raised high, and his voice became  It turns out to be louder and louder.  Simon's sailors did not dare to step forward to stop him, and dispersed one after another, exposing the Selfish Captain himself to the intruders.  Simon gritted his teeth angrily and looked around, but none of his men came forward to help.  In fact, apart from himself, Muhadi and the Coral Witch were the only ones on the magic ship who stood still and watched coldly.

    "Idiot!" Simon's tone suddenly changed, and the humility and flattery in his previous tone disappeared without a trace.  The smuggler captain was a sincere supplicant one moment, but now he became arrogant and aggressive.  Judging from his posture, it seemed as if the templars in front of him and the undead servants of Witch King Dlegos were not worth mentioning.  "Do you think I won't make any preparations? Do you think I can't guess that you despicable minions are chasing me? Let me tell you, you are finished this time, I have hired help, and you can't handle it!"

    Simon pointed an exaggerated finger, as if the announcer was welcoming a famous actor to the stage, pointing at the psychic and the female mage.

    The eyes of the Templars and vampires suddenly fell on the Psion and the Coral Witch. Muhadi frowned and considered how to deal with this scene without revealing his identity.

    "Anyone who is willing to help you, Simon, shows that they are hopelessly stupid. And stupid people are not difficult to deal with!" the Templar leader said, looking at the Psion.  "In the name of the only true God, report your identities!"

    "We are just pilgrims, renting this ship to go to Athas. We did not know this Simon Havarian before, and we will not help him now." The Psion said to the leader of the Templars.

    "They took me away, and you can't sail back to Athas by yourself!" Simon lowered his voice and said to the psion.  "But I don't mind if you try. In a thousand years, someone may be able to pick up the mummies you left behind, or some of them."

    "If they don't take you away, I will definitely tear your tongue out of your mouth. Anyway, a mute can still steer the ship." Muhadi used psychic power to communicate.  "I saidDo it.  "

    "If you still believe this man after being defrauded of money, then you are even more stupid than the fools you say you are." Satiri also spoke, her voice as clear as ever.  She covered her face again so Malik's Templars could not recognize her.  They didn't recognize Muhadir either, which the psion thought was due to the rule against having one's own image painted.

    The tall templar leader looked at the masked female mage, and the scimitar in his hand never dropped. "Why did two people hire a ship to go to Atas? There are so many magic ships carrying pilgrims to Atas.  , you can wait up to three months to catch one, and it won¡¯t cost you more than twenty Tyr gold coins at most, so why bother so much?¡±

    "Is it possible that Malik's Templars are also in charge of tax inspection? We would rather sacrifice some extra money and want to witness the light of the holy star Atas as soon as possible." Mohadi tried to explain, using his psychic senses  He realized that the other party had no immediate plans to take action.  "We did charter the ship and wanted to go to Atas, that's true. But we didn't know he owed you money, and we didn't intend to help him."

    This is actually not correct. When the Psion searched Simon's memory, he did find that he owed money to a lot of people. He just didn't expect the Witch King's people to come to his door so quickly.

    "No matter what your relationship is with this liar, you must come with us anyway! We have confiscated this ship! It will be used to pay off his debt. If you have nothing to do with him, you can hire another ship!" That vampire  shouted.

    "If you are indeed not the helpers invited by Simon, then swear in the name of the true God that you have no ill intentions towards the two Witch-Kings, His Majesty Malik and His Majesty Dregos." The thin Templar leader said.

    Muhadi was stunned for a moment. Although he did not intend to help Simon, he could not say that he was not hostile to the Witch Kings.  He couldn't take this oath.

    The leader of the Templar Knights immediately noticed this hesitation. His thoughts became more and more violent, and the Psion could feel that he was about to take action.

    He looked at Satiri and wondered what the female mage was planning.  Strictly speaking, the split in the First Yin Sect had nothing to do with her, and she could actually just sit back and ignore it.  But she did not want to see the people of Atas confront each other, and the resulting killing and bloodshed.  So would she agree to kill these unsuspecting templars and vampires?

    "I can use a spell to turn back time for a short period of time, back to before they boarded the ship. Then I can cast a spell to cover the ship so that they cannot find it, so that they can avoid the battle." Satiri quietly used a spell to communicate.

    Is this still possible?  Mohadi was once again shocked by the omnipotence of magic, and this was indeed a solution.  But when Satiri casts a spell of this level, the radiation caused will harm herself, that's for sure.

    "That's it"

    "Wait a minute! I think you look familiar." The leading templar seemed to notice something. His eyebrows were tangled together, like two fighting caterpillars.  He stared closely at Mohadi, suspicion rising in his mind as could be seen in his body language.  "Have we met before?"

    "Not as far as I know." The psychic shook his head in denial.  He knew very well that he had never seen this young templar.

    "NoI recognize you!" The Templar suddenly raised his tone.

    Mohadi instinctively felt something was wrong, and regardless of possible nausea and revulsion, he stretched out his thinking tentacles and forcibly read the Templar's true thoughts.

    "I knew it!" Simon yelled. "Don't be fooled! My friends! It's the usual trick of these Templars. They pretend that you look like a fugitive they are hunting. Then they capture you.  I will never let him go until he gets a good blackmail!"

    "He really knows me!" The psychic discovered unexpectedly, and immediately used his spiritual power to send a message to the Coral Witch.  "The plan has changed. I hope to capture this Templar so that I can have more time to examine his heart."

    Psychic or magical communication is much more efficient than direct dialogue. In the eyes of outsiders, in the blink of an eye, psykers can communicate a lot.  After receiving the summons from Mohadi, Sadiri responded with a spell: "Why did you change your mind?"

    "He has something I want to know." The Psion responded briefly, knowing that the Coral Witch would believe him.  "Are you sure you can subdue them before they warn anyone?"

    "With your help, I can."

    "At your disposal at any time." Mohadi sent a message.

    For a moment, Simon thought that the two weird adventurers would not interfere, and he had to useA smooth tongue frees oneself from the predicament.  Judging from the danger of the situation, perhaps it is more accurate to say that he has a sharp tongue.

    "Taking a step back, even if I am willing to go with you, I am only one person and cannot visit the courts of His Highnesses Dregos and Malik at the same time. I may still have some liquid assets left, okay?  To repay such a debt." The smuggler captain's tone softened again.  You two groups should start fighting soon, Simon cursed in his heart and said to the vampire under the Witch King Dlegos.  On the other side, the leading templar seemed to say something to the two adventurers, but Simon didn't pay attention.

    "Do you think this level of sowing discord will work?" the vampire said in a contemptuous, even mocking tone.  "And what makes you think that you can't meet the two Witch Kings at the same time? Have you never considered that they happen to be in the same place right now?"

    not good!  Simon thought to himself, this is terrible, what should I say?

    At this moment, the smuggling captain felt a stabbing pain in his mind and almost fell to his knees involuntarily.  He supported himself on the deck with one hand, and held his hair tightly with the other hand, trying to relieve the sudden dizziness and stinging pain.

    He also noticed that he was probably among the less affected group of people.  Most of the ship's sailors¡ªat least those who were still alive¡ªwere rolling back and forth on the ground, foaming at the mouth.  Even worse than them were the Templars, who all fell to the ground almost instantly.  After some Templars fell to the ground, the protective spells previously blessed on their bodies were triggered, causing their unconscious bodies to shine with colorful brilliance.  Even the leading templar warrior was no exception. He fell down weakly, but still clutched his scimitar tightly in his hand.

    The undead creatures headed by vampires are not affected by psychic powers. When they saw the Templars under the Witch King Malik falling to the ground, they did not hesitate for a moment and took action immediately.

    Except for the vampire under the Witch King Dlegos, seeing that the situation was not good, it tried to activate a magic item it carried and opened a portal to escape from the star realm.

    It¡¯s a step too late.

    Before the portal even took shape, it began to twist and its light dimmed until it became darker than its surroundings and darker than the night sky that served as the background of stars.  A fleeting pure black vortex replaced the portal in mid-air, and then disappeared.

    "Dimensional anchor? No" The vampire only had time to say these few words before he was engulfed in the dazzling bright light along with the half-machine, half-undead soldiers.  Both the white bones and the stiff and cold flesh of vampires were annihilated in the strong light, while the gears, hinges, and other metal parts of the zombie soldiers melted and turned red, flowing on the deck and making a squeaking sound.  sound.

    The powerful equipment with magical aura on those Templars immediately dimmed, as if they were alive, as if they knew fear.  In the face of the powerful magic power that is the source of magic, they are instinctively in awe.

    On the stern deck of the ship, the masked female adventurer mage put down her hands, as if what she had just cast was just the most ordinary and inconspicuous little spell.  She didn't even chant a spell or use any hand gestures!  It was an instant spell, the smuggler captain suddenly realized.

    How did she cast such a powerful spell in the star realm?  Simon was surprised.  There are no plants that can extract life force within a radius of 10,000 palasans.  She also doesn't look like a guardian mage, overdrawing her life force and paying for spells.  Could it be that she is a particularly powerful blasphemer mage?  The kind that relies on the souls of dead people to cast spells?

    Simon was startled, thinking to himself, could this be a Witch King pretending to be someone?  Today is no different than in the past. In the past Atas, most of the Witch Kings rarely left their own city-states, but things were different now.  It's just that I don't remember which Witch King I had a feud with. Could it be that I can't remember clearly?

    Although he was horrified in his heart, the smuggler captain still pretended to be calm and had everything under control.  "Guys!" he said to his confused sailors, who had just recovered from their vertigo.  "The light sails are fully open! We are ready to go!"

    The sailors did not protest and quickly carried out his order.  But Simon shouted again: "Wait a minute, the previous order is cancelled! Think about it again, several of us have died, we can't just let it go."

    "You guys! Get on their boat and look for anything valuable." Simon ordered.  "Dead people may not care much about money, but I guess they may carry some magic props and the like, which can also be sold for a good price."

    The sailors roared in response, and then went to search for the corpses.  Simon didn't notice, the psion was silentwalked next to him and was startled.

    ¡°Well done!¡± The smuggler captain touched his heart and said.  "There is a 20% discount on travel expenses. Thank you for your help! Simon Havarian never treats enthusiastic helpers unfairly!"

    "Open your mouth so I can pull your tongue off easily," the psychic said.

    "Huh? Or it's 40% offfree! Free!" Simon saw that the person in front of him seemed to be serious, and he was a little panicked.  "Why is this? I"

    "Because I do what I say." Muhadi replied, and then concentrated on preparing to show his power.  "If you're to blame, just blame yourself for not swearing and swearing casually."
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