Chapter 1284: Chapter 124 Black Cloud Over the City

Upon being said so by Night Fairy, Templeton Lena stuck out his tongue.

Last night, upon receiving a secret order from Mad Dragon, the three of them immediately set sail from Gonzalez City and met with The North Sea fleet on the sea.

Ever since the message of Mad Dragon’s murder was spread, Templeton Lena and Venassa Pine led the academy disciples underground, living a life hidden from daylight.

Until today, they could finally see the light again!

And serve as Deputy Commanders, following Mad Dragon’s actions.

“Night Fairy, why didn’t you make masks for the two of us?”

Templeton Lena touched the mask on his face, speaking uncomfortably, “This mask, really uncomfortable.”

“It’s troublesome,” Gabriel Abernathy replied, carrying his hands on his back and constantly swaying his telescope.

“But, you made so many for the King of the South!”

When he heard this reply, Templeton Lena expressed his dissatisfaction, “I saw you making the masks yesterday, and your craftsmanship was very exquisite. And though the King of the South mentioned it’s okay to be rough, what I saw you do was made with extreme care. How come when it comes to us brothers, even a commoner’s face that could be made in three minutes, you find troublesome?”

“I can’t defeat him,” Gabriel Abernathy said indifferently, “Unconvinced, want to fight me? If you can defeat me, I’ll make you the most exquisite and handsome mask in the world, how about that?”

“I can’t defeat you,” Templeton Lena said like a defeated rooster, spirits dampened.

Although Jesse River’s mask is handsome, he really can’t defeat Gabriel Abernathy.

This famous Night Fairy is someone who kills without blinking an eye.

Templeton Lena conceded.

“Also, from now on, call me Deputy Commander. If you mess up again, I’ll throw you into the sea to feed the fish,” Gabriel Abernathy said coldly.

Her face, now was that of a handsome man’s.

Coupled with the North Sea uniform, she looked exceptionally spirited.

“How far are we from Migration Island?”

After a period of silence, Gabriel Abernathy spoke again.

She picked up the telescope, and through the sea mist, the land was faintly visible.

Migration Island is a group of large islands.

Even if the outer small island is seen, there’s still a distance to the center of the island.

“Thirty nautical miles.”

Venassa Pine responded.

“The fleet to reduce speed, take a small boat with your men directly to Migration Island, proclaim the King’s decree of The North Sea!” Gabriel Abernathy puts down her telescope and turns towards Templeton Lena, “Immediately.”

“Understood.”

Templeton Lena reluctantly left the deck.

“Stupid man!”

Watching his back, Gabriel Abernathy snorted lightly, “It’s all because the Holy Master spoiled you all.”

“Actually… it’s okay,” Venassa Pine said from the side, “Mad Dragon has always been kind to his subordinates.”

“That’s why four years ago, he was stabbed in the back.”

Gabriel Abernathy said coldly.

Five minutes later.

A small boat was lowered from the battleship into the sea.

Raising the flag symbolizing the authority of The North Sea, it began full-speed towards the main island of Migration Island.

“All hands, adjust cannon muzzles, aim at Migration Island, ready to bombard at any moment!”

Gabriel Abernathy stood on the deck, issuing commands to the North Sea officers behind her.

“Templeton Lena is still there! Are you sending him to his death by doing this?” Venassa Pine became anxious.

Who would think to begin bombing right after one has just left?

“The Holy Master is still on the island, would I really launch a bombardment?”

Gabriel Abernathy retorted.

“That’s true…”

Venassa Pine realized she was overly nervous, somewhat embarrassed.

“Yes.”

Before she could react, Gabriel Abernathy looked at her wristwatch and commanded, “Bomb Migration Island in five minutes!”

“You!”

Before Venassa Pine could finish speaking, a sharp knife was already placed on her neck.

“Obey, or die.”

Gabriel Abernathy coldly spoke, and then withdrew his weapon, disappearing on the deck.

“Adjust the gun ports, prepare for battle!”

North Sea officers shouted loudly.

Dozens of warships, in an instant, began to get busy.

“No!”

Venassa Pine frantically took out her phone, wanting to remind Templeton Lena.

But she soon realized that there was no signal at all on the vast sea.

“Damn!”

She stomped her foot fiercely, unsure of what to do.

“Two of you, I might be getting seasick.”

As Invincible sailed into the main harbor of Migration Island, Marshal suddenly turned pale and knelt on the ground vomiting.

“Ha, the leader of Deep Cold, the King on land, to be in such a plight.” Trace Carmichael and Leopold Fairchild stood side by side, jokingly said: “Indeed, you can’t conquer the sea.”

“Each to their own expertise.”

Marshal struggled to stand up, but his complexion was very unhealthy.

“Gentlemen, I will rest on the boat for a moment, I will come help after ten minutes,” he took the handkerchief handed by his attendant, wiped his mouth, and said somewhat awkwardly: “Despite being a Grandmaster, I didn’t expect to be this unimpressive.”

“No worries!”

Leopold Fairchild smiled and nodded, his hands wearing white gloves stacked in front of him: “Willson Pavilion stands united, Marshal just wait for the good news.”

Having said that, he turned around and left with Trace Carmichael.

After the two left.

The originally pale Marshal suddenly walked up the Invincible as if nothing was wrong.

“Is the boat ready?” he quietly asked the attendant beside him.

“My Deep Cold fleet is already here, ready to assist at any time,” the attendant replied, seeing no one around.

“Board the boat immediately and leave this place. After Willson Pavilion slaughters each other, bombard Migration Island directly!” The Marshal spoke with a hint of cruelty: “I want to turn this place into a desolate island!”

After a year of war, Deep Cold lost soldiers and generals.

Countless elites in the organization perished at the southern defense line.

How can a deep hatred be forgotten by merely changing a leader?

Meanwhile!

On Migration Island.

Leopold Fairchild led a large force of the navy, walking towards the center of the island with fierce momentum.

The usual heavily guarded Migration Island now had no defense whatsoever.

“It seems that Ethan Brandon has gathered all his forces in the council hall.” Leopold Fairchild, wearing a military coat and naval cap, spoke excitedly.

“Amadeus Fairbanks, deserted by his followers, will not escape today!” Trace Carmichael carrying the unsheathed Longsword, followed full of murderous aura.

“Pavilion Master, something is wrong outside.”

Amadeus Fairbanks was sitting inside the Pavilion Main House browsing through documents when suddenly a guard burst in, visibly tense.

“All defenses have been withdrawn! This is totally illogical! Additionally, through the control room, I noticed Commander Fairchild leading hundreds of naval soldiers, fully armed approaching the Pavilion Main House. And without encountering any resistance on the way.”

Snap!

Amadeus Fairbanks closed the documents, abruptly stood up from his chair.

“Rebel against them!”

Slam!

He drew the treasured blade from the stand behind him and walked out of the Pavilion Main House.

“Pavilion Master, the situation is critical, I suggest you retreat immediately!” the guard spoke in panic.

While speaking, a box of concealed weapons suddenly appeared in his palm.

As he raised the gun to shoot.

A streak of cold light flashed.

Thump!

Followed by the sound of a body falling to the ground.

“Just with you?”

Amadeus Fairbanks took out a handkerchief from his chest, wiped the blood off the sword, and pushed open the glass door.