In the lightless darkness, the city turned into firewood.
The fire spread across the city, like the footprints of a giant, drawing everything into destruction step by step.
Thick smoke rose from the burned houses, like pitch-black palms reaching out to the burned-red sky, and then fell from the sky blocked by rain clouds, turning into scorching gray rain. Not only did it not extinguish those The spreading fire was like grease, making the fire more and more wild.
The burning city seemed to boil the ocean.
Dense black shadows were revealed in the rolling tide. Under the illumination of the fire, in the turbid sea water, the creeping river of darkness extended from the distance.
Rivers of darkness follow the ocean currents and tides and converge here, including Avalon.
Those are countless evil sons of the sea.
They floated along the undercurrent of the ocean, and each group merged together, forming a dark river with no end in sight. In the faint singing, they neighed wildly, climbed up the shoal, and rushed towards the city.
Like weeds that grow and die, they bulldoze every defense without fear of death. When the number increases to a certain level, it becomes terrifying and jaw-dropping.
The lower city area has completely fallen into the black and overwhelming murloc army. Apart from sporadic defenses here and there, only the middle city area is still holding on relying on its own terrain height.
During the observation, all other roads leading to the Midtown had been blown up, leaving only the Tower Bridge held by the Knights of the Round Table.
On that wide bridge, which could only accommodate a dozen carriages at most, the meaning of quantity was reduced to the extreme. The knights in power armor held weapons and formed a barrier, repelling the rising black tide time and time again.
The great knights who have been decorated by the royal family are flying in the air in the Archangel Armor.
The ether furnace running at full power spewed out several meters of blazing flames behind them, like wings of flame. Giant weapons that were tens of meters long were assembled on their bodies, and were wielded by the inhuman terrifying power, causing horrific damage.
Just a random slash can create a blood-red ravine in the black tide.
And right at the very front of the defense line, a towering figure three meters high stood like a rock, repelling the tide of fish-men time and time again.
Hot breath spurted out from the mouth and nose under the visor, and even from a long distance, one could feel the terrifying heat carried in the breath.
Round Table Armor Geraint!
Within a ten-meter radius around the knight, gravity was constantly changing like diving, sometimes close to nothing, sometimes increasing to hundreds of times the normal amount!
All demons that dared to rush forward were torn to pieces by the gravity turbulence.
Gravity formed an invisible iron ball and rolled forward, causing the earth to dent. Countless monsters collapsed without warning, like sand castles. The bones shattered into powder, and the blood was rolled and pulled by gravity, outlining the The outline of the invisible power actually adds ten times the power to it.
But regardless of the crushing force of a hundred times gravity, the gravitational spear that pulls everything within a radius of tens of meters toward the center, and compresses it into ultra-dense matter... there is nothing that can be done about the endless black tide.
The lower city fell into the sea of fire, the middle city struggled to hold on, but the upper city was shrouded in a dead darkness, silent.
In the sea, most of the battleships of the Royal Fleet have become dilapidated in the sweep of the Dark River, and more than half of the ship's hull barriers have been breached. The murlocs and the navy are fighting fiercely on the deck, and more and more old-style battleships are After exhausting its firepower, it was pierced by the fishmen and sank into the sea.
Even if a wooden warship is equipped with strong firepower, it will be difficult to cope with such a situation. After some old-style battleships ran out of ammunition and food, they chose to rush into the deepest part of the Dark River, detonating their own ether furnaces and dragging a large number of enemies to death.
Only a dozen or so new warships that have been upgraded in recent decades still retain their combat effectiveness, but the situation is already critical.
And in the core of the fleet, on a reserve flagship, a figure suddenly rose into the sky, holding a rusty iron cup high, and sprinkled clear spring water towards the ocean.
That is one of the seven virtues.
—The Cup of Integrity!
As soon as the Cup of Integrity was activated, all the strength and life of the musician was drained, and he turned into a handful of fly ash and flew away with the wind. But the Cup of Integrity is suspended in the sky, with "sweet springs" flowing out continuously.
The sweet spring swayed in the air, and then quickly evaporated in a low voice, condensing into balls of clear water mist, which reflected the neon melody in the light of the fire.
The water mist had a colloid-like texture and did not merge into the sea. Instead, it was suspended on the surface of the sea and quickly spread to all directions, with the reserve flagship as the center and expanding to all directions.
The light mist spread quickly, the air made a crackling sound, the sea water rolled crazily, and a lot of white foam floated up. The demons exposed to the air screamed as if they were being burned, and the creatures that dared to breathe soon felt the burning pain coming from their respiratory tracts.
All skin exposed to the mist began to break rapidly and hardened into horny cells. Blood seeped out from numerous small mouth-like cracks, and the flesh and blood in the cracks also hardened rapidly.
The first thing to be destroyed was the lungs. The lung lobes quickly lost their expansibility. The hardened and distorted lungs were unable to complete breathing, lost water, and quickly dried and cracked. In the end, the lung lobes dehydrated, shriveled and shrank, turning into black glue blocks on both sides.
Suffocation brings death.
Integrity takes away all room for flexibility.
Fortunately, sincerity only affects flesh and blood and is insoluble in water. The mist suspended on the sea surface, dancing quietly, will not harm the navy on the fleet deck.
The offensive of Haizhong Nizi was temporarily hindered, and the remaining fleet was able to hold on with difficulty.
With the success of the Cup of Integrity, the defenders in other locations also received permission from the command center, and three more Cups of Virtue were used on the battlefield.
"Brave" produced a large number of super-active spores, spread with the wind and grew crazily, and appeared on the shoals in the lower city. A large number of demons were parasitized by the spores, and in just a few seconds, they quickly swelled, rotted, expanded, and exploded, and the monsters were destroyed. Swarms of spores bred in the internal organs are scattered in all directions.
Iron sand fell from the sky like rain. As soon as it hits the ground, it quickly decomposes into gas and spreads in the air. After inhaling it, it quickly causes hallucinations, falling into madness and making no distinction between friend and foe.
This is "justice" coming from heaven.
In front of the Tower Bridge, Geraint sighed, raised his arms, and gravity held the gray clouds, like a huge quilt, falling forward.
That is the "tolerance" with the smallest radiation range, but can cause drastic changes in matter.
Wherever the gray clouds are, whether they are metal or rocks, they have been eroded by the gray clouds, peeling off their outer skins, becoming pitted and broken at the touch of a touch. Not to mention flesh and blood...
Except for Temperance and Generosity, which are not here, and the most dangerous Cup of Hope, all four Cups of Virtue currently owned by Avalon have been used on the battlefield.
The most terrifying number of evil creatures in the sea has been temporarily contained.
But their offensive did not stop at all, but increased several times!
Even ten times!
The black river is boiling.
The black river extending from the sea on all sides has not been cut off. Although there are many evil children in the sea who have been killed, compared to the too vast lightless sea, they are just weeds that can grow day and night. .
Toys of this level... As many as you want, there are as many as you want!
Immediately afterwards, one after another terrifying screams sounded from the dark river.
The huge mouths opened one after another, galloping through the starry night. The huge sea monsters summoned from all over the sea opened their mouths and devoured their food. They swallowed a large number of murlocs into their bellies, chewed them into mud, and filled the gap. Satisfying hunger for days.
Then, onto the battlefield...
The first thing to emerge from the tens of meters of tsunami was the rickets man standing on the head of a humpback whale. The old fish man had grown so old that all his scales had fallen off. He had a vaguely human face, and the gills on his cheeks were open. He opened it, sipping the blood in the vapor, then lowered his head and beat the iron drum in his arms that was already full of cracks and infested with layers of vines and tigers.
A loud roaring sound erupted from the iron drum that had mostly shriveled up long ago, followed by terrifying etheric fluctuations comparable to a scepter.
It was the son of the sea created by Leviathan when he woke up last time. It has survived to this day. It has been dormant for one hundred and fifty years, tending sea monsters in the deep sea, waiting for the awakening of the gods.
Once they appear, the endless murlocs seem to go crazy, their bodies swell and go berserk, consuming their own insignificant lives and gaining far beyond ordinary power.
It was born to be the supreme leader of the fishmen, the demonic musician who listens to the words of the gods and plays the song of the tsunami.
—Inviting Tide Sacrifice!
Then, in the opening tide, a huge tentacle suddenly stretched out, smashed down, and smashed a battleship into pieces! The strange hand curled up and dexterously held the figures scattered from it, and then the countless suckers on it opened, revealing the sharp teeth, sucking the long-lost blood.
A huge shadow outline emerged from the depths of the ocean, its soft limbs spread out, and countless tentacles in the depths spread out like flowers.
On its head, countless red spots resembling the Holy Emblem grew, becoming increasingly brighter as the suction cup continued to absorb blood.
The legendary nightmare of the deep sea, the red-spotted squid known as the "Ten Thousand-Hand Priest"...
There are sixteen dark rivers formed by fishmen in the sea, and in each river there is at least one huge shadow slowly emerging. When Leviathan sings his calling song from the long dream before his resurrection, they come quickly from all the seas.
What comes now is less than one tenth.
There are more behemoths on the way...
They are the real children of the sea who were given the blood of natural disasters by Leviathan and were assigned to the seas to rule the endless oceans!
If Leviathan is not dealt with before then, the situation will only get worse in the future.
It was only at this time that the Royal Fleet at sea discovered that the situation had become worse.
The first to be discovered were the observers on the outermost defensive frigate of the fleet.
The water is moving.
Irregular flow…
Converging towards Avalon!
Amid the songs of the tide-raising rituals, the sea roared in response, and one huge wave after another brewed from far away and roared in.
But no return...
The terrifying tide swallowed up the two warships that could not escape in an instant. Under the heavy pressure, the steel was crushed into pieces. The terrifying impact of the ether furnace's self-destruction was also suppressed by the sea water. It could only spit out a huge bubble and swallowed the sea water. It was lifted up in the air and fell quickly.
More and more tides are gathering here.
Only now have observers noticed...the altitude is increasing!
At this moment, Avalon seems to have fallen into a "bowl"!
In all directions, the waves burst and roared, rising slowly and intertwining into iron-grey walls.
All over the world on the sea, there are terrifying loud noises made when countless tons of seawater are transported.
And the sea is still rising slowly.
It rose bit by bit, engulfing the shoal, and a tsunami several meters high roared in, destroying the burning houses, extinguishing the pitiful flames, and stepped into the outskirts of the lower city.
All the observers could no longer suppress the screams in their throats.
No longer care about defense, no longer care about the defensive line, no longer care about trump cards, and no longer pay attention to human things. Whatever you do is fine, it doesn't matter what you do.
They want to raise the sea water and submerge Avalon... completely!
At that time, what the suffocating human beings will have to face will be the true power of the evil children in the sea!
…
At this moment, the central flagship of the Royal Fleet, the Bridge and Inland Sea Defense Command Center, was completely silent.
In the suffocating hot wind, General Selvin, who was sitting in the commander's position, silently took off the cigarette butt from the corner of his mouth, took out his handkerchief, and carefully wiped the teeth marks on the briar wood caused by the shock just now.
But the originally round and smooth heather cigarette holder had two rows of dents that could not be wiped away.
Pity.
It was supposed to be a work of art.
Selvin sighed, and slumped down on the chair as if he was deflated.
"It's really hard to be the temporary commander of the Royal Fleet."
He whispered softly.
The pale-faced deputy looked at him: "Sir, we are now..."
Selvin smiled self-deprecatingly, raised his eyes, and said, "Command to everyone."
He paused and said softly:
"—The war situation is about to collapse, and the country's capital is about to fall. Angelou hopes that everyone will fulfill their duties. Later, our ship will take the lead in launching an attack, targeting the nine o'clock position in the north. I hope you will seize the opportunity to win."
He tightened his grip on the pipe and cut off the communication.
In the dead silence, the second officer said dryly: "Sir, this ship has no reserves available."
"Aren't there three more ether furnaces?"
Selvin glanced at him one last time, "Give me the order—attack!"
"For victory!"
So, the central flagship "Military Quan" roared and launched an attack on the wall of tens of thousands of waves!
Selvin closed his eyes.
"Marquis Lancelot, I'm going on my way first."