He smelled the fear of the gang of mixed men. The cold sweat on their backs was a guilty feeling after the excitation effect of addictive drugs subsided, and the side effects of receptor inhibition. This was normal. If he hadn't quietly dumped a large amount of addictive alchemy potion he had made into the circulating water system, the crew members had no courage to rob the casino with him. But after the effect gradually faded, they could not turn back to their former soft eggs, because dirty blood was already flowing in their blood vessels. In the atmosphere of alcohol and the increasingly violent crime, the endless desire for drugs and money would urge these smugglers to continue to plunder and change their business completely. He deliberately did not wash away the blood on his clothes to remind the gang of mixed men - they might be able to obtain exemption or reduction of Sandal by selling the captain, but don't forget that he and his sword were much closer than Sandal.

Merlin's initial plan was to go to that place by taking a smuggling boat, but the reality was that there was no channel to it. There were many names there: the curtain of dreams, the source of nightmare, and many civilizations gave the place an unknown name in their own way. Some civilizations believed that there was a big dark octopus living there, and that octopus would go deep into the dreams and lead people into the abyss of madness. Legends and myths were repeating the horrors about that place. In order to maintain this fearful plan, Salomon decided to seize the command of the ship and turn the mobs onto a bloody road. Plunder and supplies all the way, so that they could reach the weakness of the main material plane and the outer dimension. Merlin obviously had no sympathy, he cared about nothing, only Dave did not understand why Salomon did this.

"Do you still want to empathize with aliens, Dave?" Salomon said indifferently. "If it were aliens who could communicate, they could naturally live in peace. But the ship was full of desperadoes. They wanted money but were afraid of life. The moral bottom line was surprisingly low. The demons in their hearts had been released. If it weren't for my suppression, they would have done more excessive things. Death was the best ending, and this sentence was extremely correct for everyone, including those bastards."

"You still want to kill someone."

"Ha." Salomon blinked mischievously, trying not to let excessive pressure crush Dave. "I believe that if the Sandal Star government knew what I did, they would definitely commend me, because the casino tycoon entrenched in the toxic atmosphere and dung piles did not pay taxes! Because I cleaned up a group of corrupt officials who had secretly communicated with the casino tycoons! You still need to go through some cruel things to understand the ruthlessness of this universe. I only care about humans, not aliens, and I don't want you to empathize with those guys who will be enemies with humans in the future. Twist your position, you and I are all humans. If you want to let humans move to the galaxy, then human chauvinism is essential in the early stage of conquest. Believe me, even Asgard rises like this."

"You're going to start a war."

"I have to start a war. If humans want to rise, they must start a war." Salomon rolled his eyes and signaled Merlin, who was watching the Sandal Adult Channel, to educate Dave. However, the Mixed-Blood Nightmare pretended not to see it, and continued to appreciate the beautiful figure of the pink-skinned lady. "Thanks to the genetic modification technology of the Gods Group, many aliens can be called subspecies of humans, and have the possibility of peaceful coexistence, so the future war is not as bad as you imagined." Salomon said before leaving the cabin, "But I hope you stay away from naivety sooner. Balsazze's education is limited to the earth, and you have the chance to see further this time. If you are still so weak, it means that the position of Sword Holder is not suitable for you at all, and you are not worthy of touching the Sword of Terra."

Salomon believed that Dave would understand the meaning of this sentence, and that Eun-Calais' cruel reality and the Merlin Wizards would educate him well.

He had an optimistic attitude towards the upcoming attack, and no matter how many human modifications the aliens did, he could not be his opponent. He happened to know some of the ancient techniques that could be used in space warfare, and knew more than smugglers who only knew how to escape. Although these experiences were full of ancient Asgardian recklessness and weird optimism, including but not limited to loading gunpowder into the launch chamber, igniting it and launching soldiers as torpedoes. Or installing a squadron on the spaceship, and then jumping directly into the other's cabin through the passageway in the squadron.

He decided to increase the dose for the crew and give them the courage to carry out these crazy plans with him - which plan? Of course, it was to use the launch cabin to launch the soldiers out! He didn't want to leave these untrustworthy crew members on this ship!

He missed the Sisterhood so much now, and those loyal man-made men were sure to accomplish the tasks he gave.

Salomon closed his eyes and communicated with the flames floating at the top of the spacecraft. The loyal Phoenix would never stay away from him, and even if he was sailing in the universe, the phoenix would do his best to help Salomon.

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Laura Crawford couldn't understand the Greek words on the tombstones buried deep in the underground prophet. She just hoped that there would be a Greek expert by her side, such as her handsome sponsor, Mr. Damonnet.

Almost the same day, when Salomon left Earth, Laura also arrived at her destination. Although she had experienced gunship, she undoubtedly survived. Despite falling off the cliff, she survived. She was almost surprised by her luck. She could hardly believe that everything that had just happened was true if it weren't for the wounds on her arm and her faintly ached spine.

This is the northwestern border of Syria, where wars once rage. There are dry plants and dry deserts everywhere, everything is yellowed by the hot sun, and even the dust that spreads in the air can easily take away the moisture from the nasal cavity. Thirst is the only theme here, and the few animals have become smaller and have evolved into carapaces and venom. Laura coughs out the sand and endures the pain and continues to move forward.

She hopes to keep the therapeutic drugs until they are more severely injured before using them.

The gilded Malta cross I just found is a good gift, provided she can go back. The cross is very delicate, with gilded portraits in robes on the four wedge arms, and four small rubies inlaid with them. The Byzantine style of the 10th century made her more convinced that she had not found the wrong place.

The result was not surprising.

She believed that the mottled mural painting depicting the miracles of the prophets as for civilians was almost exactly the same as the content mentioned in her father's notes. This is the remains that Sir Richard Crawford pursued throughout his life, the immortal prophet. Other murals also painted the deeds of prophets, such as talking to foreign troops and successfully convinced the army to put down their weapons and become followers. The prophets painted in these murals, without exception, were all on their heads with Halo on their heads. Laura brought the glow stick closer to look, but found that some important elements were missing in these murals.
Chapter completed!