Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 252 - 240

In the guest room of the ship’s cabin, Lanci sat alone by the bed.

"Hyperion, where are you?"

Feeling the slight sway of the ship, recalling his own drifting experiences over the past few days, Lanci couldn’t help but sigh heavily.

Originally, the journey of over a month with her had been quite enjoyable, but who would have thought that a magic storm suddenly covers the sky and obliterates everything, swallowing the ship they were on.

While Lanci was in a sighing mood, the shadow under his feet suddenly underwent wave-like changes, like a little black cat separating from a dark pool of water. It jumped deftly onto Lanci’s lap, gazing at him with its bright, night-sky-like cat eyes.

"Most likely the Dimensional Bishop and the Bishop of Destruction have started fighting on the other side of the sea, causing a reaction with the natural magic disaster over the sea, thereby affecting us, meow."

Said the cat boss.

It’s hard to describe whether this is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, because the Cardinal Bishops of the Rebirth Church have always been referred to as human-shaped disasters.

End up being affected because of inadequate strength and nowhere to complain.

No one dares to stop the Bishops’ fighting, going there with insufficient strength is equivalent to dying, and having enough strength to intervene would likely result in being besieged by two Bishops.

All the countries would love for both Cardinal Bishops to fight each other to a stalemate. They might as well just let them fight.

This resulted in a butterfly effect, affecting this side of the sea.

"Lanci, I told you that following me was the right decision, meow."

The cat boss looked self-satisfied, swishing his tail with pride.

It was him who, utilizing telekinesis magic, floated with Lanci on the sea for quite a while, until they finally found a sailing ship.

"I now acknowledge you as the strongest of the Seventh-order."

Lanci stroked the Little Black Cat’s head.

The cat boss, who was once regarded as the disgrace of the Seventh-order by everyone, surprisingly turned out to be so convenient for domestic travel. There couldn’t be a better Seventh-order lucky charm.

"Speaking of which, is Hyperion okay, meow?"

The cat boss bumped Lanci’s palm with concern.

"She’s too far away for me to establish clear mental communication with the Great Love Poet. But from the last emotions the Great Love Poet tried to convey, it seems their situation should be better than ours."

Lanci closed his eyes, seemingly sensing something in his heart for a while, then finally shook his head, humming.

When the ship crashed, he and Hyperion were both swept away by the topsy-turvy tsunami.

Not only have they both strayed from the normal voyage route, but they probably are getting farther apart as well.

However, fortunately during the journey, every night, the Great Love Poet and Hyperion slept in the same room, and the[Great Love Poet] was always kept with Hyperion.

As long as Hyperion summoned the [Great Love Poet], Lanci could sense her general direction.

"Lanci, pull yourself together, we need to try our best to find Hyperion, meow."

Viscount Francis remained by the deck railing, allowing the sea breeze to blow over him, after hearing his secretary’s response.

Upon his return, there would be a multitude of tasks waiting for him, along with the troublesome nobles in the city-state whom he had to deal with. Just thinking about it was exhausting. The fact that he could even have the leisure to light up a cigarette at that moment felt like a rarity.

A few minutes passed.

Viscount Francis, who had been standing by the railing, was ready to return to his cabin to work when he saw a sailor jump down from the lookout tower.

"Lord Francis, over there."

As the sailor spoke, Viscount Francis raised the telescope handed to him and looked in the direction the sailor was pointing.

In the distance, the vague silhouette of a merchant ship appeared.

Soon after.

The image of the ship gradually attracted the crew’s attention. It was a small merchant ship departing from Lilom City.

Faced with the inevitable crossing of the two ships, Francis’s ship changed course without hesitation to avoid a possible collision.

However, the small merchant ship also adjusted its direction immediately, as if it was deliberately trying to reach them.

Looking at the hand signals made by the silhouette on the bow of the ship, it seemed that they were asking for help.

It was normal for a ship to encounter problems after a storm had just passed by the previous day.

But Viscount Francis frowned.

"Aren’t they going too fast?"

Viscount Francis muttered to himself.

Under normal circumstances, only a ship without any cargo could attain such a speed.

Conversely, at this distance, their large ship, loaded with goods, could hardly evade or stay away from the smaller one.

"Have everyone on alert and find out what their intentions are."

Viscount Francis immediately ordered.

Usually, in the coastal waters near the Protoss Empire, no one dared to conspire. Any pirates would be exterminated by the Imperial Army sent by the province immediately.

Not long after, the two ships gradually shortened their distance and finally stopped side by side.

Viscount Francis and his crew did not set up a temporary gangway on their deck.

However.

Just then, a group of silver-robe men surged from the small merchant ship, like unstoppable cannonballs, they leapt onto the merchant ship!

"It’s the Resurrection Believers!"

"Commence the battle!"

Suddenly, a melee broke out on the deck!