Hannoic War
The Black God (Part 22)

"Everyone who stretches his net of spiders to catch something can either bring himself to glory or regret..."

vergil in Aeneid

Black God

*Sringggghhh!*

The sound of a sword being ejected from its sheath sounded.

The sword was directed towards Charla and Hanno.

"Who are you?" asked one of the mercenaries who rode on the horse quickly.

It could be seen that the flag they were carrying was a faded yellow lightning flag with a white background.

Charla doesn't know any of the families who wear the flag..

*Pay Soldiers.* , thought Charla.

"Sword.knife.it also seems not to be an ordinary sword.this is a sword of noble quality. Who are you serving? Windstorm or Owl?" asked the mercenary while looking at Charla's equipment.

The words made Charla's tongue snag, what would she say? That she's Charla Ohara? That will make them laugh.

If he claimed to be Charla Ohara he could have been captured and handed over to the rebels..

Even if they knew the Devil from Ohara, Charla's black ink could not be spun out if it was just painted.The black ink that Charla brought was a gift from her aunt…

He can't show his white hair now with this ink...

It took a long time and maybe even hundreds of pours of water to melt it if it had just been painted.

What about her purple eyes? But these are mercenaries, they won't know how that Devil from Ohara looks like.

Most rumors about the Devil from Ohara are about him having red eyes..

But to whom did these mercenaries side with? Geralda or Victa?

There's no good, clear possibility if he tells me he's Ohara.

"We will hand over all our goods sir, let us go sir. We just want to go to Jamatyr City" Charla said in a voice as low as the farmer could.

"Jamatyr that fish town near the Black River? Hehehe, far away" said one of the soldiers while grinning.

"Even if you give us stuff, it doesn't mean anything. We are looking for spies not food or your sword, answered me woman..Who are you?" said one of the soldiers.

*Who am I? I am Charla of the Ohara Family.who people call 'Devil of Ohara'.Sister of Vespasian Ohara and Jean Berrau.*.want Charla to shout that.

Charla could not say anything, she had already said that she wanted the city of Jamatyr.

Could any other lie save him? Charla sure doesn't…

"Wait a minute, let me hold your s*crotch" said one of the soldiers as he got off his horse.

"Bangs*t, you're not normal? You like men huh!?" said one of the soldiers in a harsh tone.

"Haha! If he was a girl, I would have been dragged to the forest, but I think this is a guy, try to see how he dresses" said one of the soldiers.

The soldier then approached Charla.

"Let's give me your s*brot, sometimes men have no problem holding s*grotto each other" said the soldier smiling.

"For the sake of the God of Hell, son, do you have any abnormal brains?" said one of the soldiers.

"Shut up, let's take a look" said one of the soldiers on horseback.

Charla could only have a bitter face, and felt uncomfortable hearing it..

*How is this?* ,thought Charla.

Hundreds of times he pulled out the knife he had imagined hundreds of times and hundreds of times he had imagined it.

"Come on? You're a man, aren't you? Bencong.." said the soldier who approached toCharla while offering his hand.

Charla could only have a bitter face, and then she reached one of the knives she was wearing.

*sruk!*

"Hm!" , muttered the soldier while directly reaching ****************Charla without cue.

And Charla could feel the sense of being enslaved by the soldier.

*Bbbash!*

Charla then directly pushed the soldier and hit him in the face with a powerful punch.

"Aahahaha! I'm right! She's a girl!" said the soldier as he fell on the ground.

"Ohooho! Finally women! Beautiful anyway!" said one of the soldiers with a thirsty look.

"Daritadi I've guessed!" said one of the soldiers again with a happy face.

Hundreds of men riding on horses in front of Charla put on the same face…

The same face as the man in the bar, with the man in the camp, with the Tyronian.

*Shhrrringggg!*Shhrrringggg!*

The sound of a sword being ejected from its sheath this time was more audible.

Tens to make Charla feel defeated and almost resigned.

"Let's just calm down! I promise to play softly!" said one of the soldiers as he descended from his horse with a sword in his hand.

*How is this?* ,thought Charla.

Charla then looked at Hanno who looked pale and nauseated more than ever.

*Hannos...Hanno..protect me.*, thought Charla with a mind that almost wanted to embrace Hanno like a virgin who wanted to be saved by a knight.

But in front of him was not a knight but a nauseous young man who was traumatized and frightened to death.

Charla reached for her knife with a bitter face, though she was sure she lost today..

*It's better to die with an iron skewer than a man's long flesh inside you*, thought Charla with the most frightened and bitter face she ever put on when she first went to war..

This time he did not wear a mask.he did wear a bitter face and his fear…

"You want to know who we serve?!" said Hanno with a half-panicked and half-sharp look and sweat drenched his face.

Charla was surprised to hear Hanno speak…

*He was terrified.* , thought Charla noticed it when she saw Hanno's face..

Good.means he's not a fool..

"Who are you serving heh?" said one of the soldiers with a grin to laugh.

"God.." said Hanno, who then closed his mouth because he almost wanted to vomit.

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"So this is the body, miss?" asked Mr. Flynn while looking at the dried corpse.

The body was very dry like a corpse that had been left for months.

Without the maggots eating it..

"Yes" said Miss Harlaw to Flynn, "do you know anything?"

Miss Harlaw was currently surrounded by her bodyguards and trusted guards beside her.

Flynn then briefly touched the dried corpse's leg and kissed it..

Flynn's eyes look dilated while his pupils shrink…

*He was both shocked and frightened.*, thought Miss Harlaw.

"You.this smell.no...no way" said Flynn while kissing him once again.

"What?" said Philip from beside Miss Harlaw.

"It stinks of magic.magic scars of powerful level of healing.it should be people who can use high level magic power has not existed since 200 years ago..the last time I kissed this was from the relic of Hamarr's 'the Blue Fire' magic book ", Flynn said as he continued to kiss the old hand touching the corpse

"Healing magic? What does this mean?" , asked Miss Harlaw in confusion.

"Begging all your bodyguards and guards out of this room Miss Harlaw" Flynn said in the coldest voice Miss Harlaw had ever heard from her.

"What do you mean?" Philip said as he held his sword grip threatening Flynn.

"Philip came out for a while, take it easy if there's anything I'm going to scream" said Miss Harlaw, holding the shoulder of her knight Philip.

Philip for a moment could only bitterly look at Flynn, then he understood and only nodded while coming out with the bodyguards of the other Miss Harlaw.

When their footsteps were heard, Flynn looked at Miss Harlaw.

"The person who uses this in humans controls healing magic so stably that he can control it to change the healing magic to suck up all the blood in the human body and then concentrate it on one organ" ,flynn said as he undressed the belly clothes that the dried corpse was wearing.

"So why is there no smell from this corpse?" said Miss Harlaw.

"No if the blood is sucked then he will still smell" said Flynn while ripping the dried corpse clothes with difficulty, "engh.magic the cause, sometimes if killing someone with magic and leaving a corpse. Then the corpse will be surrounded by a force of mana for several years to make it not rotten or infested by insects"

It can be seen that corpse clothes are difficult to open.

"Hm, this corpse was not long, just a few days ago, the inside was not so cold" Flynn said as he continued to tear his clothes.

There was a white dress inside after Flynn tore off his outerwear.

Tree and ring emblems of the Gandaria Family and the Kingdom of Dalmatia..

"The news of him disappearing for 2 days became clear." said Flynn.

*Only a few people wear such emblems in this palace.*, thought Miss Harlaw.

"Master Regio? Wh why? Why was he killed?" said Miss Harlaw as she stared intently at the corpse.

*Is there something? Regio knew a secret so he had to be killed to be unknown?* ,thought Miss Harlaw.

"I need to tell this to the Cyronia Holy Island Authority through letters and pigeons" Flynn said as he stood up slowly, "this violates the old rules of magic use, saying, written since the time before the great conquest of Cassandra, high-level magic should not be done this way"

"No, pigeons will stop by various cities or high places to rest, easily captured and this secret will be known" said Miss Harlaw.

"Keep what are we gonna do? Only the authority of the Cyronia Holy Island can handle this" Flynn said with a sharp look in Miss Harlaw's eyes.

"No, if Regio's killer is smart then he will kill everyone who knows that this murder was used with magic" Ms Harlaw said in her skirt, shaking off the wind that entered the library as she stood up, "regio's killer will kill us both if our plan to send the pigeons is discovered"

"If Regio's killer was smart, he'd know that I know a lot about magic and kill me right away" Flynn said.

"Lucky he didn't" said Miss Harlaw, "you'll be taken care of with my best bodyguard"

"You think it will stop this high-level controlling magician? Cassandra the Great has proven that thousands of troops are useless in the face of magic power since hundreds of years ago" said Flynn.

"Certainly? What do you want me to do? Letting you walk unguarded? Keep this secret only for the two of us" said Miss Harlaw.

"We have a letter to take the Queen and all the Heroes to the capital of Mr. Perrin. There we must ask Mr. Perrin for permission to send this letter" Harlaw said.

"Can't be. Even if it's about the hero's permission." ' said Flynn.

"Otherwise, he'd be upset to find out we'd bring the Cyronian Holy Island Authority to Balradius' palace without his permission. Cyronians will not help us if they are hostile to Mr. Perrin, Cyronia only cares about this witchcraft offense and takes a neutral oath to the politics of any country" said Miss Harlaw with a sharp gaze.

"Why doesn't he like it when a Holy Cyronian goes into Dalmatia?" asked Witch Flynn.

Then Flynn understood..

"He didn't want another hero and himself researched, he would be the one to be suspected against Regio's assassins. He does not want any bad rumors to circulate if the Cyronians come to his place" said Miss Harlaw.

"No, we have to be quick about this...All countries can be put on the spear because of this, we must send pigeons to Cyron Island

"And the dove will pass through the sea to the holy island of Cyronia? The sea is not yet safe, Mr. Perrin may have destroyed and battered the Rebel navy. But not all pirates will leave the rebels. Trivistane still has my Harlaw City Treasure Safe. He can hire pirates and mercenaries back" said Miss Harlaw.

Flynn then swallowed his saliva.

"You're being stupid because you're panicking" said Miss Harlaw, "fear is okay, but controlling fear is primary"

"All heroes will be in danger too if we don't report them quickly" Flynn said with his forehead shriveling.

"Don't forget that all those heroes could have committed this murder, they weren't Flynn's real heroes" Ms Harlaw said.

"You don't understand! They are the ones who will save the world! I saw it for myself, all my friends died for the sake of calling them Miss Harlaw!" said Flynn with a half-angry half-sad look, "no one understands.they are Miss Harlaw's real heroes! Is the battle of Black Flame not enough to prove it?! You didn't hear that Mr. Perrin cast magic in the middle of a battle to defeat them"

"Does that prove they're heroes?" said Miss Harlaw coldly.

Flynn was silent for a moment and then stood up...

"hahh.had I expected.you don't understand" said Flynn as he took his wand and walked out.

I don't know if the world is still dark and mysterious...

Who will come and control the thread in the dark is still not open..

Or maybe already?

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Sail a boat filled with swimmers and fishermen sailing in the sea destroyed by the battle of the Black Fire…

Some of the soldiers wearing armour with Kraken emblem on their chest could also be seen on the ship..

No soldier comes from the one who survives in the battle of the Black Flame…

Only new soldiers were recruited because most soldiers were wounded and rested.

But almost all of them put on the same face..

A shocked and frightened face saw this ocean...

Only those who have seen it twice do not put on a face like most.

Can see…

Hundreds of pieces of wood floating above the sea…

The screen can be seen everywhere..

Hundreds of cloths bearing the symbol of Kraken, the Crown, and hundreds of flowers, animals, and objects floating in the sea..

Shards of ships could be seen everywhere as they looked..

Some are seen to have black burn marks almost forming a giant charcoal wood..

It can even be seen that some fish float dead..

There are hundreds of ropes and floating boards in the ocean..

When they set off from the beach, the sea looked clean and blue as usual…

They even doubt that the sea was clean and blue as well as on the beach…

Some seawater even looks black and is filled with hundreds of wood chips...

Then a dead hand appeared on a ship fragment…

"No need to take a hand?" said one of the young men.

"Hahahhaha, bego, do you know whose hand is an anjeng?" said one of the bearded sailors, "some bodies, we can not recognize because it is too long at sea"

"Oi! There's a corpse!" said one of the soldiers pointing to one of the broken parts of the ship.

"There are 2 dogs, we didn't get here last night because it looks like a lot will be filled in the deck" said one of the sailors who then drank a glass of beer.

For some sailors the task of picking up a corpse is boring, so they just smile and have fun to get rid of the boredom.

But no one smiled or had any fun in the class of people who first saw the sea after this battle…

They're still surprised…

"I didn't know the sea could be polluted like this after the battle." said one of the soldiers as he gulped at the ocean..

"This part wasn't put into songs or books in the noble's library, was it? No one wants to record what happened after the war, which many care about only...Sstttarrregggeee.taakkkktekke.hahahhahaahaha!" , said one of the sailors in a mocking tone at the end.

" 'Strategy' and 'Tactics' you mean" said one of the soldiers with a sharp look at the sailor.

"Yes hehe, all the generals and commanders are just talking about are fined their fancy and all that shit is just written in their books, and the other half bencong read it" ,said the sailor who then sipped his beer.

"Hahaahhaa! You're right, the most concerned are just the coolness of hitting with a sword or a cool commander who is smart in strategy, where anyone cares about kayak gini. Most just know the brutal time in the middle of the battle, which cares brutal after the battle heheh" said one of the sailors.

"Thousands of widows, thousands of orphans, thousands of corpses, thousands of disabled people, thousands of lands destroyed its beauty, where there are taught dibbukkuu tennntteannhggg jjjeenndddrreeaall ttterrrabbaikkk inmmm ssjjjeaaarrraahhhkkk" ,said one of the sailors in a derogatory tone coming out from the very depths of his throat.

"Hahahhahahaaa!" , laughed a few sailors in unison.

"Book of 'about the best general in history', why do you insult what I read?" said one of the soldiers, wrinkling his face.

"Hahahahhahaahhahaha!" , laughed out loud almost all the sailors until some fell to the ground.

"Dear boy, whatever you read, I just don't know read the important letters I know what the book is, I have a child who often reads strange like heheh" ,said one of the sailors, "the battle is not just a moving box and the letter on the paper says 'how to defeat the best enemy in the battle' "

"Oi'm you! When did you get the boat ready!? Want to carry the body no!? Many have been brought by the waves, more bodies have been lost later anjeng!" said one of the sailors while preparing the boat.

Some of the sailors then moved with smiles and laughter on their faces to get away from the bossiness of this task.

Some soldiers could only put on silent faces looking at the sailors.

"Just calm down, we'll find your brother in this sea, who knows if the body is your brother's son" said one of the sailors with a smile as he prepared to lift the boat to land the sea.

The sailor smiled at one of the young ones who could only ponder from earlier.

"Calm down, we'll find a nice funeral, he said Mr. Hero Perrin the 'Grey Raken' will hold a funeral for the dead soldier, your mother will be proud when your brother is buried" ,say one of the sailors while preparing the rope.

The young man just kept pondering and then looked at this broken ocean…

"What is that.?" said the young man, frowning, seeing something in the sea.

"What?" said one of the sailors who noticed the young man's speech.

The young man then pointed towards something…

"B*ngsat.." said one of the soldiers with a surprised face.

All the sailors and warriors were hundreds of times surprised to see him…

In the midst of a broken sea...

Seen a wooden cross of raksas..

Big and tall…

Somehow planted on the ocean floor....

"Anjeng..gim how can it be there?" said one of the sailors stepping among the surprised people ahead to take a closer look.

"There was an anjeng nailed to the cross!" said one of the soldiers.

Seen an old geezer with an iron armour nailed his hand on the cross…

His blood could be seen flowing at the cross…

"Get this ship to the cross! Get closer!" said one of the soldiers with half a surprise and half astonishment..

As they sailed closer could be seen…

The old man's right hand was cut off all his fingers and nailed to the cross…

His left hand was nailed but none of his fingers were cut…

His own two legs were nailed into one of the pillars..

"Oi sir! Oi sir! You're alive!" said one of the sailors.

"Bego has died a fool" said one of the sailors.

"Oh yes too" said the sailor.

Later then..

The old man's eyes were open..

"Please.." said the old man slowly..

"Oi! Still alive anjeng! For the sake of the god Aurex! Still alive k*ntol!" , said one of the surprised sailors.

"Oi! Help oi! Climb the pole! Love the cake rope!" said one of the sailors.

"Please." said the old man in a small voice from afar, "tell the king.."

"What!?" said one of the sailors trying to hear what the old man said.

"Tell.kings...Trivistane.." said the old man limply.

"He said what woi?" said one of the sailors.

"Tell king Trivistane" said one of the soldiers who heard the old man.

"Anjeng, who is he? Enemy soldier?" said one of the sailors.

The sailor then turned to look at the old man and prepared to scream.

"SIR! WHO ARE YOU?!" the sailor shouted asking the old man with a rope in his hand.

The old grandfather was silent…

Then his mouth moved…

"Qharlan.I'm Qharlan.." ' he said limply.