The ocean roars to the sound of drums used to attract tides.
Dozens of waves rose out of thin air from the dead sea surface. Tens of thousands of tons of sea water fell and rose. They rubbed against each other and made a loud, iron-like sound.
Earth-shattering.
While observing, the Sovereign issued an attack message and launched the final attack against the rising tide.
After the Sovereign, the remaining six battleships were silent for a moment, and successively sent out semaphores in the direction of Avalon.
"I would like to use this as a way to pave the way to victory for you."
"Angelo Immortal!"
"Angelo Immortal!"
"Angelo Immortal!!!"
In that blazing light, the battleship's engine was fully turned on, overloaded, and its whistle roared like a steel monster roaring one after another. It followed Sovereign and galloped towards the raging waves.
And at that moment, a low bell rang in the silent Avalon.
Like a low command.
Then there was a loud sound of rock cracking.
Like a landslide.
Loud roars erupted from the depths of the ocean, causing waves to rise and fall one after another.
In the sudden terrifying hurricane, terrible turbulence emerged from the deep sea and spread to all directions.
The low bells spread in the hurricane, reaching in all directions. Wherever they passed, around Avalon, the more than twenty silent satellite islands burst out with corresponding melodies.
In normal times, some of them are temporary ports, some are residential areas, some are commercial docks, and some are military restricted areas. After entering a wartime state, everything was evacuated and evacuated, turning into a bare, dead desert island.
But now, they are emitting loud bells, responding to the call from Avalon.
In the echo of the bell, countless trees that had grown for many years were destroyed out of thin air, heavy rocks fell apart and turned into pieces, and massive amounts of earth and rocks were shaken off by the island in the earthquake.
The road breaks and disappears.
Buildings crumble and fall apart.
The port shook and sank into the sea.
By the end, a terrifying glow lit up from the island.
The earth veins buried in the deep sea were activated, and countless ether flooded in, greedily devoured by the awakened monsters, and not a drop was left.
A huge amount of earth and stone melted into the sea, making large areas of sea water turbid. Dust and ashes rose into the sky, and were blown away by hurricanes, revealing the true face of the chaos.
Among the twenty-four satellite islands, ten have disappeared.
Instead, there were ten blazing rays of the sun!
For hundreds of years, the alchemical matrix that had been sleeping in the deepest part of the island was awakened, absorbing the huge ether torrent supplied by all the Anglo-national power, playing a passionate movement, and manifesting its own appearance.
That's a warship!
Every warship exudes terrifying etheric fluctuations!
They don't look like products of modern times, but rather like antiques preserved in museums. They even carry old-style sails, and the weapons they carry are only crossbows and whale hunting cannons that have long been eliminated. But at this moment, Ah All the people in Wallonia could not help but cheer and scream.
They themselves are the history of Angru, the past of Angru, the great achievements engraved in history, and the indelible glory of this country!
boom!
The ocean was turbulent, as if the whole thing had completely solidified.
All the seawater was out of the control of the demons, no longer flowing, and completely frozen by invisible forces.
On the flagship of the fleet, Selvin, who had long been determined to die, jumped up and lay on the porthole, staring blankly at the silhouette of the battleship that looked like a pillar that fixed the sea.
Unbelievable.
"This is impossible!"
He whispered softly: "Crown, revenge, determination, magnificence, ruler, reaper, impaler, arbiter, punisher... this is..."
"Selvin, it's not time for you to sacrifice yet."
A voice from Avalon sounded from the flagship: "Angru still needs you to continue fighting."
"Marquis Lancelot, is this... the mothballed First Royal Fleet?"
Selvin stared at their figures and danced in ecstasy: "Each of them is actually a legendary battleship... Do they really exist? I know it! I know it! The legendary fleet that King Arthur used to conquer the seven seas is indeed real. It exists!"
The First Royal Navy Fleet, a glorious fleet with a great reputation etched in history!
The undefeated legend of King Arthur!
Each one is a legendary warship that far exceeds the imagination of the world. It took back the ocean from Leviathan, opened up the Anglo territory, and once dominated the great existence of the ocean!
For a long time, everyone thought that these were just myths and legends left over from the Dark Ages, but they never thought that they actually existed!
Seeing the legend become a reality, the ecstatic Selvin couldn't help but dance:
"God bless Angelou! God bless!!! Marquis Lancelot, are we going to counterattack?"
There was a long silence on the other end of the communication. After a long time, Lancelot replied hoarsely:
"No, Selvin, we're retreating."
Selvin was stunned.
Outside the porthole, the shadow of the warship, which was like the scorching sun, was swaying slightly, as if it was slowly dissipating.
"What's going on here?"
Selvin turned around and asked: "This is obviously an excellent opportunity to win, Your Excellency! As long as we attack once, we can achieve an unprecedented victory! Why retreat!"
He lost his temper and asked: "Why!"
"Sorry, Selvin, legends are just legends after all."
Lancelot sighed: "The 'First Royal Fleet' is a sealed relic belonging to Stein Zero's chamber. Its flagship 'Dreadnaught' and the Queen's ship 'Royal Light' are both part of the 'Holy Grail of Destruction'. It is the final defensive front of Angel. If you want to mobilize it, you must get the triple permission of the Queen, the Lord Privy Seal and the sword holder before it can be mobilized with the national seal and the sword in the stone... I have started it rashly now, and I have already It is an overstep of authority. Not even more than half of the royal fleet responded to the order, and they will not obey my orders. The only effect it can have is a deterrent effect."
A violent cough sounded, and Lancelot's voice became hoarse: "Retreat, Selvin, don't let my efforts be in vain. We must preserve our strength and cannot bear more sacrifices."
Selvin gritted his teeth in silence, staring dreamily at the phantom on the sea. After a long time, he dropped the crushed briar pipe on the ground, and all his strength seemed to have gone away.
"retreat."
He ordered in a low voice, not wanting to see the battle at sea again.
"I have commandeered all the ships in the port, and someone will come to pick you up soon." Lancelot's voice came, "Don't come back later. After rendezvous with the fleet at Dunkirk port, Let’s go straight away.”
"them?"
Selvin was stunned, with chills all over his body: "Departure? Where to go? Marquis Lancelot, are you planning to..."
"Give up Avalon."
Lancelot expressed the most terrifying conjecture in his heart: "Avalon can no longer withstand the attacks of natural disasters. We must move the capital to Birmingham."
"Are you crazy! Lancelot!!!"
Selvin roared, his face turned red: "Do you know what the hell you are talking about! In the hundreds of years since the founding of Angora, there has never been such a shame! Avalon is the glorious city where our ancestors have sacrificed their lives. , are you going to give it up to natural disasters! You will be hanged on the Traitor's Gate! You will definitely!"
“If you’re going to hang, let’s hang.”
Lancelot's voice was calm: "Selvin, someone must take on this responsibility, and I have been mentally prepared for this. Don't worry, I will stay here and be buried with this city. But you can't With senseless deaths here, this country deserves a brighter future. I now, entrust that future into your hands, Selwyn, and if you want me to plead with you, then I implore you, go to Birmingham. Please. You reorganize the army there and endure hardships and pains with this country. One day, you will be able to come back again. I firmly believe this."
Selvin stiffened.
"Lancelot, you..."
"Half an hour ago, I ordered people to organize a retreat. Soon, the last living forces will leave here by boat. I hope you can escort them through this sunless sea."
"Half an hour? Too short! With so many people in Avalon, how can we evacuate in such a hurry?"
"How much can be withdrawn?"
Lancelot's calm answer was full of cruelty, "That's all we can do."
Communication ends.
Selvin slumped on the chair, breathing in the hot air blowing from the temperature control matrix, feeling suffocated. His internal organs and hands were twitching, and he wanted to vomit, but couldn't.
He just raised his eyes and stared at the burning Avalon.
Just looking at it, I couldn't hold back my tears.
This is the city where his ancestors fought hard, and the city of miracles that countless people sing and praise.
Now, it will be destroyed in his own hands.
Really...does it have to be like this
Soon, there were hurried footsteps outside the bridge. A sailor walked in quickly and whispered in his ear: "Sir, a representative of the Hall family wants to see you."
"The Hall family?"
Selvin was stunned for a moment, then understood. He frowned, walked out of the door, and saw the musician who had passed through the barrier with the military's traffic regulations and risked landing on the deck.
"I come on behalf of the Hall family, Mr. Selvin."
The middle-aged man bent down and saluted: "The Hall family is willing to fully support you in the subsequent retreat and help you complete your mission. I only hope that you can show a little mercy during the transfer."
The musician, who represented the top family in the Avalon noble lineage, paused, and his voice condensed into a line, ringing in Selvin's ears:
"Ten positions, sir, we need ten positions to ensure that members of our family can evacuate from here in advance. For this, we are willing to pay any price."
Selvin was silent.
But then, one ether wave after another passed through the war-filled sea, and fell on the deck in embarrassment despite the attacks of natural disasters.
"Lord Selvin..."
"I am… "
The musicians came forward one after another and surrounded him.
Soon, amidst the noise, a person squeezed into the core.
"Sir, I am the representative of the Field family."
The soaked old man took out a handwritten letter from his arms: "Just now, the noble chief has agreed to our marriage and subsequent cooperation. Please be sure to ensure our position. Before the family completes the talks, Please don’t agree to any other conditions easily.”
Selvin borrowed the letter silently, opened it, and saw familiar handwriting.
"You need two ships?"
"Yes."
The old man came closer and whispered in his ear: "More than ten families will pay the price for this. Different from the group of civilians stuffed in the bottom warehouse as ballast stones. Clean, dignified treatment and the highest priority For protection, some salutes may be carried, but those are the national treasures of Anglia and should not perish with the city. We guarantee that you will get a good position in the government-in-exile."
"Get out..."
Selvin made a sound through his teeth.
The old musician was stunned and couldn't believe his ears:
"What did you say?"
silence.
Selvin said nothing and closed his eyes weakly. Soon, he showed a self-deprecating smile: "No, nothing."
He said, "I will cooperate with you."
A deep sense of powerlessness enveloped him. He turned back and looked out the porthole at the city that was about to collapse in the ocean.
It was a ship about to sink to the bottom of the sea.
And the remaining ships may not be able to escape the same result, sooner or later.
Great retreat
It's just a matter of survival.
Lancelot, why don't you understand
Why don’t you understand! ! !
He looked away, smiled and shook hands with the old musician, but for some reason, there were tears on his face.
Can't stop.
The next moment was spent numbly nodding and shaking hands, and after handing over all the command to the first mate, he returned to the captain's cabin, sat on his chair, and looked at the Anglo chart on the wall.
On the table is a bucket of ice-cold wine.
A gift brought by a certain family in times of crisis.
"The 30-year-old Danfeng Bailu is so good."
He stared at the swaying light in the wine glass, smiled, took out a capsule from his pocket, and threw it into the wine glass. With a hissing sound, the capsule disappeared.
The aroma is still sweet.
It's just that there is something called dignity.
In the long silence, he picked up the wine glass, took one last look at the burning city outside the window, and smiled farewell.
"Long live Angelou."
He murmured softly, raised his head, and drank it all in one gulp.
The cold wine slid into his throat, with strong poison, extinguishing the pain and sadness in his internal organs, making his expression peaceful.
He spread his arms like a bird, ready to embrace death.
In the silence, he saw a hallucinatory reflection in the porthole.
Like the god of death walking out of the darkness, his hands gently rested on his shoulders, his white hair like moonlight.
"Am I... what if I die?"
He whispered softly.
"It's still early, Selvin."
The young man's eyes were lowered, as if conveying an oracle: "It's not over yet."
"Is it?"
Selvin murmured softly.
Either due to the intoxication of alcohol or the dispersion of medicine, his eyes slowly darkened: "How long will it take? I'm tired of it. This kind of war will only bring pain..."
"Soon, soon."
The person behind him pushed gently, and the chair slowly slid to the window, making him look at the flames of war that seemed like hell.
"I brought something back."
The man said: "Let's take it as a gift to this city."
"Gift?"
Selvin smiled: "Where?"
In the reflection of the porthole, the white-haired young man tilted his head, lit the pipe at the corner of his mouth, and took a deep breath. The tobacco flickered and disappeared, and the smoke curled up like a soul, blurring his face.
He said, "Right before your eyes."
[Sixth Drive Achieved]
[Petitioner No. 1 is locked]
[Secret Word·The Gift of Pain in the World]
[Fire]
The next moment, in the deepest part of the fog, the sleeping monster opened its eyes and revealed a murderous look.
The blazing light tore through darkness, sound, distance, everything.
Swallowed everything.
Silence fell suddenly.
The whole world seemed to be thrown into the bottom of the abyss. The outlines of the ocean and the sky were no longer distinguishable, and traces of fire and heavy rain were lost.
That is light.
The light that pervades everything.
Light comes from afar.
The ocean shook, demons roared, and the heaven and earth roared, but their voices were lost, and their voices were killed by light.
The light that destroyed everything spit out from the monster's mouth, penetrated thousands of miles of rain and waves, and tore apart the rising iron-gray sea tide. He made an extremely precise crack in the bowl where Avalon was imprisoned, and then... moved forward.
Forward, forward, forward!
It ignited the fog, penetrated the wind, evaporated the sea, penetrated the distance, stung countless stunned eyes, and descended on this battlefield.
It swallowed up the old priest who was drumming and singing in the center of the tide.
Dead silence.
The brief silence is so long.
The next moment, a painful scream resounded throughout the world.
It was the cry of the ocean's throes.
It was the dying old fishman who screamed in shock.
Tens of thousands of tons of sea water lost its support, fell from the sky, and returned to the sea. Countless seawater rose up and fell again. The vacuum collided with the air waves, making a roar of steel friction.
The iron drum has evaporated in the light of destruction.
The huge humpback whale turned into stiff charcoal in an instant.
The tide-bringing priest lost his own tide, and his entire rickety body shrank in size, like residual frost that quickly evaporated under the scorching sun.
[Observation is over and bombardment is effective]
[Excessive completion of the sixth drive to the seventh drive]
[Petitioner No. 1 is overheated—cooling begins—Petitioner No. 2 is preheating completed—Alchemy Matrix transfer is completed—Petitioner No. 3 preheating begins]
[End of lockdown]
[Free fire]
The next moment, the huge beast roaring from the distance once again burst out with terrifying light that tore apart the heaven and the earth. It was a roar full of ecstasy and expectation, and it was the murderous intention that was rekindled after sleeping for countless years.
Those were the ecstatic cries of old men.
"That's right! That's it! That's how it should be!"
Facing the ocean that seemed to be raging with huge waves, the sound of wild laughter sounded from the deck, and the crazy people dancing in ecstasy roared towards the sea.
“Behold, our souls are here!”
"—Right here!"
The burning flame holy symbol slowly rose from the bow of the ship, igniting the iron-gray sky.
Like a sun disk.
After many years, the emblem of the Inquisition was once again engraved on this long-lost battlefield!
Come on, we're back.
Let's continue our endless war!
war!
The blazing light of destruction fell from the sky like an endless stream.
The decisive weight fell from outside the chessboard at this moment, and the monsters who came from afar finally set foot on their own battlefield!
Aboard the military power.
Selvin finally woke up from his drowsiness and confirmed that all this was not a dream or hallucination.
He woke up from his drowsiness, turned around in surprise, and looked at the young man - he was smoking a pipe, his eyes were lowered, and his white hair reflected the flames of war outside the porthole, as if burning and shining brightly.
"Who are you!"
"I?"
The white-haired young man smiled and spread his left hand. In his palm was the poison sac that should have melted in the wine long ago.
"First meeting, Mr. Selvin."
The young man shrouded in smoke raised his head, like a monster emerging from the fog.
"My name is Ye Qingxuan."
—Hand of God·Ye Qingxuan.