Chapter 215: Chapter 152: How Could a Rookie Get a Turn? (Part 2)

Qiao raised his eyebrows slightly, finding the sentence somewhat difficult to understand.

"This rule is only applicable to the Justice Gray Realm. In that world, many gravekeepers are still being persistently worn down by the pure beauty sea waves. To rescue those ’Ark waves,’ we have to hunt down those heroes wrapped in flowers."

Old Dean patiently explained, "However, I do not suggest you take this path. To enter the Justice Gray Realm, the navigator needs to prepare talented songstresses beforehand. Moreover, the Flower Celestial City is extremely dangerous, where the Platinum Navigator Nightingale has raised numerous perilous ’pure beauty waves.’

He said solemnly, "For you, finding new island routes is a better choice. During this time, Judge Roman will assist you. He is one of the waves brought out by Lord Lin Lan. You can ask him if there’s anything you don’t understand."

Qiao nodded earnestly.

Look at this valuable maritime intel, which the Ark Leader shared generously, basically spoon-feeding them.

The most remarkable thing is that they could even receive the protection of the waves!

A talking humanoid wave truly leaves a lasting impression.

"Mr. Dean, when can we set off?"

Qiao was already impatient.

"Anytime," Old Dean replied with a smile.

"Old man, quickly inform your crew, we’re leaving now!"

Qiao immediately straightened up and quickly walked towards the door. The old captain, also invigorated, followed his companion.

It’s time to do something big!

At that moment, Qiao hesitated, turned around, and threw the question that had been buried deep in his heart to Old Dean.

"Aren’t you afraid of the Alliance Legion?"

The old captain was taken aback and then realized his initial purpose was actually to help the Ark Kingdom in its crisis...

When did I get diverted to the new route?

Old Dean didn’t shy away from the short-haired man’s gaze.

"We have the determination to fight against them to the end."

He lowered his voice, his gaze unprecedentedly firm, "The Ark will certainly make those murderous wolves pay the price."

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Bam!

The giant hammer came down.

Ansel wiped the sweat off his forehead, embedding the power furnace into the interior of the chest armor.

Another batch of Sun Armor was freshly produced!

And on the vacant lot near the Dawn Steel Plant, golden armors gleamed brightly under the sun.

The young people clutched their Ash Soil weapons, staring straight at those beautiful armors, their eyes turning green.

The number of militias is increasing daily, with over five hundred soldiers stationed in Seagull City alone, but the steel plant’s daily armor output is only around twenty.

It’s really a situation of too many wolves and too little meat. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Want to have your own Sun Armor?!"

Jay, the two-meter-high Sun Legion Commander, stood on the high platform, lifting his mask, his powerful voice echoing in everyone’s ears.

"Your opportunity has come! The condition to obtain armor is simple! It is to show your strength to your Decurion in the arena!"

The young people’s breathing had already become heavy.

On the temporary makeshift arena, a burly man bared his torso, stretching his muscles while grinning at the newcomer in front of him.

"Give up early, Martin. I advise you to obediently let us founding veterans have the chance. How could the new armor go to you rookies?"

He crossed his arms and lifted his chin, "When we were following Lord Lin Lan chopping through the Black Pine Forest, you were probably still digging stones for the nobles!"

"Stop spewing nonsense here."

The young man on the opposite side didn’t back down, "Since when does the military camp value seniority over strength?"

He spoke coldly, "Bring it on! Whoever has the bigger fist is right!"

"Well said, knock him down! Martin!"

"Don’t let those rookies look down on us anymore! Teach him a lesson!"

Amidst the cheers, the two muscular men began to fight.

Moments later, the veteran seized the opportunity, allowing the opponent’s fist to rain down on his shoulder, roaring as he grabbed the newcomer by the waist and successfully slammed him to the ground.

"Hmph, you’re still a bit green, kid."

The veteran stood up, his eye corners turning blue, but his face was full of joyful expression.

"Wait and see, I’ll have another chance tomorrow!"

The rookie’s eyes were full of unwillingness, gritting his teeth as he watched the other walk away with that precious, beautiful golden armor.

The tense and exciting arena continued.

The victors would all undergo Captain Ota’s fire training, participating in the upcoming honorable battle against the Alliance Legion.

Click click.

Not far away, Alliance reporter sneakily pressed the shutter button.

Looking at the muscular soldiers on the arena, Ford instinctively swallowed, tightening the colorful cloak on him.

This was a Deep Sea Treasure called ’Color-Changing Feather Cloak.’ Just by wearing it, he could perfectly blend into the environment.

Ford’s hands were trembling slightly.

"Big news... Big news..."

He murmured, really making a discovery: the Ark Lord indeed has the ability to ’Creation from Nothing!’

Since finding the Dawn Steel Plant, Ford had been lurking around the factory, taking plenty of good photos over time, truly rewarding himself.

Whether it was the Ark Lord’s attitude towards Feis’s hat, or the Light-Seeking Vehicle and the new Sun Armor, as long as he took these news back to White Oak Island, he’d definitely make a fortune!

He already had explosive news headlines in mind.

- Shocking! The Ark Lord’s numerous hidden ugly secrets! Exclusive news!

Ford sank into self-satisfaction, but unnoticed, a shadow enveloped his head.

"Heh, I wondered who Vera detected as the ’Disguiser.’

A cold voice came from overhead.

The laughter of the Alliance reporter instantly froze, and he slowly raised his head, another towering Ark Warrior stood looking down at him!

The Color-Changing Feather Cloak actually lost its effect!

Centurion Glen stared at the figure before him.

He looked at the alchemical camera in the other’s hand and sneered, "Turns out to be a gutter-polluting reporter rat."

"What... what do you plan to do?!"

Ford was instantly frightened, falling to the ground, kicking his legs, and shouting sharply, "Listen, you can’t harm me! I’m an Alliance citizen!"

"Alliance people?"

The man’s shout instantly attracted militia attention.

The Alliance reporter looked around, desperately realizing the towering bodies of the Ark soldiers had surrounded him, all with unfriendly expressions.

Ford’s face became extremely pale.

Recalling the Alliance Legion’s deeds, he instantly realized he had spoken wrongly!

"Don’t kill me... don’t kill me..."

Ford clutched his head and curled up like a quail, his body trembling, "I only took some photos, I didn’t do anything..."

"Rest assured, we’re not like you."

Looking at the terrified face of the Alliance reporter, Glen’s gaze was full of mockery, "Ark people don’t easily slaughter others."

"Oh, that’s great!"

The Alliance reporter visibly relaxed; these simple-minded country folks truly had little sense.

His eyes flickered with disdain, but he compensated with smiling nods, "I’m leaving now! I’m leaving now!"

"Why hurry? I’m not finished yet."

Glen sneered, ripping away the alchemical camera and treasured cloak from the other, "We’re not stupid enough to let you bring Ark Kingdom’s intel back to the Alliance."

The man was dumbfounded.

His face flushed red, and he jumped up, shouting, "Give it back to me! You can’t treat a truth-spreading reporter this way."

Under Glen’s cold stare, Ford gradually shut his mouth, his eyes full of fear, his face turning gray.

"Take him away."

Glen waved his hand, and immediately, two militiamen restrained Ford.

He looked at the ashen-faced Alliance reporter, his tone icy, "You just wait for Ark’s law to punish you."