At the same time, the phantom fleet was on top of the flagship.
"It's like a miracle."
The commander exclaimed and turned around: "Thank you, Mr. Schubert."
In a quiet corner of the bridge, the old female monk lowered her eyes and just recited scriptures in a low voice without saying anything. Next to her, the bishop named Raymond expressed his humility on her behalf, and then looked at the Angel fleet frozen on the sea with satisfaction, his expression becoming more and more joyful.
"Don't you need prisoners?"
The commander was not satisfied with this: "At least, we can board the ship first and control the bridge."
"No, if this is the case, war is inevitable." Raymond shook his head: "Presumably your country did not intend to cause trouble when Guixu appeared. As long as the royal fleet is controlled, there will be no problem. With the saints around There can be no mistakes here."
He paused, and his eyes became dark: "Then we can wait for the hand of God to come and talk."
"Although I have no intention of questioning the credibility of the Order, I hope that the Order can guarantee its promises." The commander glanced at him.
"I promise, Commander."
Raymond smiled in a low voice: "After the Hand of God returns home with the royal fleet, I will support your expedition to the ruins on behalf of the religious order. Isn't that exactly what Mr. Schubert is here for? Coming?"
The commander stared at the approaching royal fleet, resisting the urge to fire and annihilate them all.
For some reason, he pinched the beard on his chin, but there was no lightness in his heart.
The kidnapping is over.
But will the ransom be paid
He suddenly felt uneasy.
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"Lost contact?"
After hearing Yegor's report, Ye Qingxuan frowned: "When?"
"Twelve minutes ago."
Yegor replied: "As usual, we conduct regular communications every hour, correct navigation and determine position, but twelve minutes ago, the signal we sent did not receive a response. At that time, the musicians thought it was clutter interference in the black area, But after the correction, I discovered that the signal of the King Quan was completely missing."
"There's no news about the ship's musicians either?"
"The communication in the ethereal world has also fallen silent, and the coordinates of the fleet cannot be found." Yegor replied: "Do we still need to wait?"
Ye Qingxuan said nothing.
If there is only a temporary loss of contact, there is nothing to worry about. There are obstacles in the black zone at sea, and there are no leyline relay points to ensure stable communication, so it is very common to lose contact.
But if there is no response from the contacts through the etheric realm, there will be some problems.
What's more, the musicians of the Inquisition couldn't even find the coordinates of the fleet projected in the etheric sea, so the problem was very troublesome.
There are only three outcomes.
The first is that the Royal Fleet will be completely annihilated, leaving no trace behind, let alone the projected coordinates of the Aether Engine in the Aether Sea.
The second is that someone completely covered up, erased, and smoothed out all traces of the Royal Fleet. It's like a protective umbrella, blocking other people's prying eyes.
Therefore, there are no projections in the etheric sea. Nor can the musician of revelation trace traces back through the etheric sea.
This is not difficult. If Ye Qingxuan doesn't mind the trouble, he can do it. But why do this? Moreover, why was Ye Qingxuan not informed at this juncture
What's more, a master or scepter who is proficient in the school of revelation would be exhausted if he could cover up the traces of a person or a group of people and conduct a secret mission, let alone such a large fleet.
If he were in Angelo territory, Ye Qingxuan could still do it with the blessing of heaven on earth, but the royal fleet had undoubtedly arrived outside the territory.
The third type is interesting...
Ye Qingxuan narrowed his eyes and knocked on the armrest of the seat: "Leave the matter here to Shi Dong, Nomad Mountain will go first to see what happened."
Yegor hesitated to speak: "Ahem, Your Highness, have you forgotten? Elder Stone has been assigned another task by you and is currently not on the fleet..."
"...Leave it to Watson."
Before he finished speaking, Ye Qingxuan realized that Watson had also been stuffed with work by him. Those who left the port at the same time as him, not to mention the fleet, were not in Avalon.
He was about to talk about Laura when he remembered that Laura had been left in Avalon's office to handle official business.
In other words, I don't even have a reliable deputy around me now.
No one is taking the blame...
This was a question that made Ye Qingxuan even more unhappy.
In the end, he finally found a temporary scapegoat, the new leader of the Royal Orchestra - Mabel, the "Nirvana" who was driven back from the highlands on Maxwell's orders after the Leviathan War.
This leader of the Royal School took up the banner of the Royal School and became the leader of all the "Phoenix Sons" after his teacher had no hope of breaking through the scepter and died in a trap last year. During the Leviathan War, through the The transformation of the aura of natural disasters completed the highest level proposition of the Royal School, "Nirvana."
Although she looks like a girl who is only twelve or thirteen years old, she is actually over ninety years old.
After combining animal nature and the music theory of the Psalm School, he achieved "nirvana" that only the first son of the Phoenix had accomplished for hundreds of years. He was born toward death and completely integrated his consciousness and animal nature on the verge of death, brewing "Beast Nature·Phoenix" was released.
What makes Ye Qingxuan even more envious is that the foundation of the Royal School itself comes from the Golden Chapter of Must-Victory—from the very beginning, they are the "own people" specially trained by the royal family. The direct consequence of following this music theory is: her Fateful Chapter Perfectly aligned with heaven on earth.
Given time, there is no need to rely on the elements of the Holy City, and the scepter can be achieved directly through the projection of the Kingdom of Heaven on earth.
This is the benefit of small circles.
Although you have to be tied to Angelo for the rest of your life and share the risks, the benefits are also shared. If the king has meat to eat, you will definitely need a mouthful of soup.
Knights of the Round Table, royal musicians, these are the hands of the royal family - with her here, Ye Qingxuan doesn't have to worry about anything happening.
After receiving Ye Qingxuan's order, Master Mabel didn't say anything, but just flicked his fingers. In the low melody, the magnificent reflection of the Flame Bird appeared on the sea, as if it was carrying hundreds of warships soaring between the sea and the sky.
After Ye Qingxuan removed the protection, the speed of the fleet increased instead of decreasing.
Through the resonance and matrix between the warships, the beastly nature of the Phoenix rests on the entire fleet, as if the machine has been given a soul and turned into a living creature, exuding astonishing power.
Seeing this scene, Ye Qingxuan finally felt relieved. After saying goodbye to Mabel, the dark Nomadic Mountain roared.
While countless engineers were running around, the huge heart in the core ether pool beat wildly.
First drive, second drive, third drive... In an instant, it climbed to sixth drive...
Loud thunders erupted from the hull, and hurricanes swept across the sea and sky. Dark clouds gathered from the sky, like an iron curtain pressing down, guarding the dark warship.
In the frenzied melody like the roar of a giant dragon, lightning burst out and waves swept across.
The huge nomadic mountain shook, and wrapped in huge black clouds, it broke away from the sea, quickly rose up, and soared in the sky.
On the hull of the ship, the matrix of the School of Change emitted terrifying heat, forming a magnetic field that looked like a substance. It excited each other with the magnetic field in the black clouds. The hot electric light burst out, leaving behind what looked like a path paved with electric light. Dazzling remnants.
After undergoing secondary processing and integrating into the core of the legendary battleships of the past, the power of Nomadic Mountain has become larger and larger, and the power consumed by flying has also been greatly reduced. When the matrix that was originally rushed out was replaced, the speed actually accelerated. Sixty percent.
The remaining potential has been fully explored.
The current Nomadic Mountain has become an out-and-out steel monster. As long as a large amount of animal nature can be found as a material for cultivation, given time, it may be able to transform into a monster that is not inferior to any animal nature.
Above the sky, Nomadic Mountain is still accelerating and has not reached its limit.
Even if I rush into the fog at sea, enter the red zone, and think about the black zone and move straight ahead, there is no sound of deceleration. Wherever it passed, all the noise and thoughts were smoothed away by the stick of destiny.
Even in the most chaotic black area, the environment around the ship is stable.
The Stick of Destiny completely suppressed all the storms, and the slight backlash was not even the aftermath for it.
Advancing at full speed, in just one hour, the Nomadic Mountain, which soared to its ultimate speed, broke through the clouds, tore through the fog, and reached the sea area where the Royal Fleet disappeared.
Looking down from the sky, the entire sea surface was covered by a strange fog, making it impossible to see what was going on. Even through etheric induction, one can only feel the chaos of nothingness.
It was this fog that obscured the signals of the Royal Fleet, hiding them within it.
But it was not as gloomy and mysterious as imagined. Instead, the music theory in the mist was majestic, like the blazing sun. Even if it was hidden in the mist, it still had an awe-inspiring majesty.
Ye Qingxuan had sensed the same aura dozens of times before, so he knew it very well.
Music theory that can make oneself feel troublesome and even faintly suppressed... is rare among the scepters. And the most significant thing is probably the existence above it.
-saint!
I just don’t know who is coming...
Now the three kings have their own destinations. The Blue King is patrolling the borders of mankind, the Red King is sitting in the central holy city, and the Yellow King is leaving with his crown hanging. It is impossible for them to appear in this sea area.
There are seven saints left who are currently passed down to the musicians: Wagner followed the Blue King's trail and went to the dark world; Handel was stabbed in the back by Wolf Flute, leaving the inheritance unfounded and his position vacant; Haydn's inheritance is in In the hands of Angel...
Then, there are only four left.
Schubert, Brahms, Schumann, Chopin... I wonder which one is here
Ye Qingxuan did not attack immediately, but maintained respect for the saint.
Sitting on the command seat on the bridge, tapping the stick of destiny with his fingers, looking at the music theory below, and pondering the origin and purpose of the saint below.
It's a pity that this silence was regarded as weakness.