Gallonaro, Maluri Port.
Lawrence stood by the fence, looking at the warships lined up neatly on the sea. Gusts of sea breeze pushed the waves and hit the bricks and stones beneath him.
With the conflict in the Shirashio Strait, the garrison at Maluri Port has gradually increased. It serves as a logistics base to maintain the continuation of the war. But in addition to the warships sent to the Shirashio Strait, some unnumbered warships have also increased in the port.
Some officers expressed their doubts. Not only these mysterious warships, but more and more strange soldiers appeared in their field of vision. They tried to trace the ownership of these warships, but in the end they were all caught in a fog and found it difficult to find out.
"On the eve of war..."
Lawrence whispered, holding out his hand and feeling the cool evening breeze.
Maluri Port is now in a very delicate situation, with believers walking on the streets with candles in their hands, chanting prayers softly, like a never-ending song, echoing in the city.
But beneath this peaceful and sacred atmosphere, there are constant nightmares and the preparation for war. The cold warships smash the sacred prayers and speed across the raging sea.
"Hasn't the war already begun?"
As the voice sounded, Corey walked slowly over from the other side. He was wearing a thick coat, which not only protected him from the cold wind, but also covered his arm that was broken in the battle.
"No, I mean my war."
Lawrence said darkly, like an evil ghost that had been hiding in the darkness for a long time.
The conflict in the Shirashio Strait and even the disputes among countries were not what he wanted; they were merely the necessary steps to achieve his goal.
"Your war..." Corey savored the word, and then asked, "So you asked me to come here, what's the matter?"
"It's about our next move."
Lawrence spoke slowly, like a slow old man.
"Now it's time to start."
"what are you up to?"
"War, a war that satisfies everyone's interests."
Lawrence shifted his gaze from the warship on the sea and fell on Corey. In order to survive, Corey's body was also rolling with forbidden secret blood.
He became a monster for the same reason as Lawrence: they both wanted to see that destructive future.
"This is a passive war after all. I think Cornell is worried now, right?"
Lawrence said that the outbreak of this war was guided by the Builders. They needed to reduce enough population before the Unspeakable Ones woke up. The conspiracy of the Viking countries could just be used by them.
"No matter what the outcome of the White Wave Strait is, in fact, the real enemy of Gaulnalo remains unaffected."
Listening to his words, Curry couldn't help but think of that sacred land.
"The Holy Gospel Papal State... Are you going to go to war with the Holy Gospel Papal State?"
A hint of excitement and surprise flashed across Corey's face, but soon the expression disappeared and he said seriously.
"This won't work. If we go to war with the Holy Gospel Papal State, the battle line will undoubtedly be very long, and we will face pressure from three enemy countries at the same time..."