Two days later.
The murky tide breaks on the desolate shore.
Under the dark sky, the beach is covered with broken shells and dried seaweed.
The noisy tide filled the air, disturbing.
This place doesn't look like a holiday resort, but rather like a deserted island.
But there is a huge manor on this desert island. Countless ancient villas stand in the gloomy jungle. There are parasitic vines on the cracked walls, and snakes and insects can be faintly seen swimming around.
Those buildings all carry a strong ancient atmosphere. The most popular Gothic style hundreds of years ago had sharp edges and cold momentum, but now they seem to have turned into desolate ruins.
But in these ruins, there are the melody of singing and dancing, and the soft sound of the piano echoes, as if a banquet of singing and dancing is entering the climax. The attendants outside the door were dressed in gray-black robes, their faces hidden under the shadow of hoods, like lingering ghosts.
It's like the devil held a banquet in the human world, and the fallen people drank and sang wildly.
But in the sky, a bird broke through the clouds, wandered and circled, and finally landed on the terrace of the castle and fell into the hands of the young man.
The young man sat in a wheelchair, picked up the bird, stared into its eyes, and got some inspiration.
After the mission was completed, the flying bird disintegrated silently, its body turned into countless dust, and its wooden frame fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
"Five days? No... only three days left."
The young man named Watson shook his head helplessly and said to himself: "I have only been here for more than a month. How corrupt has the situation in the outside world been?"
After a brief moment of contemplation, he sighed softly: "Forget it, the heat is about the same now. Things will change later, and now it's time to finish."
As if there was no pressure at all, he hummed lightly, smiled happily again, turned the wheelchair, and returned to the banquet.
"My friend, where have you been?"
On the main seat, the middle-aged man in black attire was already drunk. His handsome pale face revealed a hint of evil. He stared at the performance while the drummer cheered.
After seeing Watson come back, he intimately motioned for Watson to come to him, "You just missed the best performance today, an amazing competition."
"oh?"
Watson smiled and looked at the field: "Who won?"
"Of course it's me, distinguished guest!"
In the field, the skinny gladiator was covered in blood, and his upper body was covered with scars.
He was blind in one eye, wearing a black eyepatch, and standing on the enemy's corpse with a scimitar in his hand. When Watson asked, he bent down, dug out the heart from the enemy's chest, and held it. , stepped forward:
"Allow me to dedicate this honor to you and toast you with victory."
Watson's expression did not change, he took the heart from his hand, raised it high in front of everyone, and tightened his fingers.
Between the slender white fingers, the heart fell apart, and scarlet blood flowed out from between the fingers and fell into the empty wine glass.
The bright red blood suddenly gave off the mellow aroma of fine wine.
Under the black musician's technique, it seemed as if even one's life was integrated into it. It was indescribably alluring, making the guests' noses twitch and salivate.
"Your victory is like this wine."
Watson smiled, drank half of it, and sprinkled the remaining half on the gladiator's head. The blood and wine silently seeped into the skin, as if it turned into fire, making countless muscles beat crazily. It was the emergence of power and life. Surges, causing the gladiators to cheer and roar.
After the gladiators retreated, the host of the banquet shook his head and sighed: "Your generosity makes me ashamed, my friend. Compared with you, the gems I rewarded have all dimmed."
"What I did was not enough to repay your warm hospitality, but it was just to add some color to your banquet."
Watson waved his hand, and the two chatted and laughed.
Before I knew it, it was already late at night.
After the banquet dispersed, Watson, who was chatting and laughing with his master in the study, revealed his decision.
"It's been too long to wait, my friend, take me to meet your great master." Watson looked at him: "Some things cannot always be avoided... One month, I think it should be enough to think about it no matter what." .”
The smile on the master's face stiffened, and he sighed helplessly for a long time.
"At this point, I am afraid I must remind you that the reply from the Grand Master may not be satisfactory to you."
He said: "You want too much and bet too harshly. Even the Grand Master would not dare to bet on you. Even if I am willing to believe you, there are at least fourteen lords with the same status as me here. There are more than seven people, all leaning towards the other side... After all, no one here likes the Inquisition."
"So, always talk and I will convince them."
Watson's tone was calm: "This is my duty after all, isn't it?"
"The tribunal will only use you as a tool, why bother?"
The master sighed helplessly: "Watson, you must be able to see that my friendship for you is not false in any way. I sincerely hope that you can always be by my side, my friend, whether it is slaves, gold, wine and... I am willing to share the sword with you. On this island, you are the emperor of the world."
"Thank you for your precious friendship, sir."
Watson toasted with him: "Unfortunately, no matter how prominent you are outside, the best thing is always your own home... isn't it?"
"Although your rejection annoys me, you are still my friend."
The host drank all the wine in the glass and sighed softly: "I don't understand, can someone like you have a place in the outside world?"
Watson smiled.
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Three hours later, in the central conference room of the cold castle.
There is just one flag hanging on the wall. Each flag represents a lord coming from his own territory. They are old or young, male or female, some are ridiculously young, and some are old. So skinny that one wonders how he is still alive.
The only thing that is the same is the shining light in their eyes and the evil aura lingering around their bodies.
But in the center, the person who was revered as the Grand Master was an old woman. The candlelight retreated in front of her, not daring to illuminate her face.
Only the emerald on his right thumb reflected a strange fluorescence.
After Watson's wheelchair quietly entered, the brief silence ended, and the old grand master made a voice: "According to Mr. Watson's request, I initiated this rally and called everyone here to vote. You all You’re not young anymore, don’t let me, an old woman, worry about it every day. If you have any ideas, let’s talk about it.”
Everyone looked at each other, and a young lord spoke first: "Angelou is striking an egg against a stone, why should we follow him and die?"
"The situation is unclear. It would be unwise to make a hasty decision now."
"On the contrary, I think it would be better to wait and see for a while."
…
Soon, the lords' speeches ended, and there were actually very few people who were optimistic about Angelo.
"Then, you already understand our attitude compared to Mr. Watson." The Grand Master raised his eyes and looked at the young man with a sinking face behind the long table: "Do you have anything to say?"
Watson was silent for a moment and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I'm addicted to smoking. Can I smoke here?"
"Please help yourself."
The messenger encountered tobacco in a silver box, a meerschaum pipe, and a small lamp.
Instead of using the fine pipe, Watson tore off a piece of paper and rolled the tobacco leaves skillfully in front of everyone's eyes.
"It made everyone laugh. This is a bad habit I learned from my boss. After I became proficient, I found the pipe a bit troublesome."
Watson lit his hand-rolled cigarette with the flame on his fingertips, took a deep breath, and narrowed his eyes: "Then, let's talk about business."
"It should have been so long ago."
An angry lord snorted coldly and became impatient.
Watson smiled, didn't care, and just said lightly: "If I guessed correctly, the reason why you have been avoiding me for the past few days is probably because of an envoy sent by a certain remnant of the abyss, right? Isn't it that among you? It is understandable that there are many black musicians who want to be welcomed by both sides and are waiting for a price. Although I don’t know the price offered by the other side, it must be quite generous. Don’t be embarrassed, although this matter cannot be used in business discussions. to describe it, but as long as something has a price, it means that there is some negotiation. I recently studied with an old man who was in charge of accounting, and I have some insights and understandings - no matter what the situation, as long as both parties have the intention, the business can always be negotiated ."
He paused and his tone became regretful: "But unfortunately, my patience has been exhausted. So, let's tell the truth..."
The hand-rolled cigarette burned out and was extinguished between Watson's fingers.
He blew out the smoke remaining in his chest and raised his face, but the smile disappeared. His squinted eyes had opened at some point, revealing a pair of iron-gray pupils.
Those disturbing eyes stared at everyone, Watson's voice was soft:
"—With all due respect, everyone here is rubbish."
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…
The dim dusk was illuminated by the flashlights on the warships.
The sea is as calm as dead water.
The turbulent waves swept over, but were flattened by the huge barrier covering the warship. In the calm sea, the huge fleet galloped past the sea.
Wherever he passed, everything was silent except for the sound of the waves being crushed.
Like a boulder collapsing.
The sea and sky roared.
After leaving the sea fortress, everyone galloped for three days and nights. The third formation, which was entrusted with the important task, finally passed through the territorial waters of Burgundy, penetrated deep into the dark world, and bypassed a long distance, riding the ocean currents towards Ange. Lu Jinfa.
On the bridge of the flagship Helgoland, there was silence.
The commander sat silently in his seat, stroking his command knife, feeling uneasy. Until the signal commander reported: "Sir, in five minutes, we will pass through the yellow zone and officially enter Angelou's territorial waters."
"Enable full frequency detection."
The commander was silent for a moment and then said: "Notify all ships to prepare for war. Even if a sea fortress launches a general attack on the frontal battlefield, the Angels will never let us attack."
He paused, gripped the handle of the command knife tightly, and his eyes became cold: "There is no need to confirm the opponent's identity, whether it is a fishing boat or a warship, once it enters the range, we will attack immediately. Remember our mission and give in." Absolute destruction to the people of God! God has no mercy for them, and neither will we!"
During the communication, the captains of the battleship were silent for a moment, and their will seemed to become firmer, and they responded in unison:
"The truth is with me!"
"Yes, the truth is with me."
The commander murmured softly. After issuing this order, his uneasy mind seemed to stabilize. Amidst the sounds of countless running footsteps, all battleships were warmed up and ready.
At some point, even the waves had disappeared.
In the dead silence, there was only the sound of countless mechanisms operating and the roar of steel.
On the decks of all warships, sixteen apocalyptic musicians followed the orders in the channel and played music at the same time.
Then, the blazing light rose into the sky and hung high in the sky.
Sixteen burning stars shed light, illuminating everything.
The night was driven away.
Then they saw the pale wall ahead.
It was the thick mist that shrouded the Angelo Sea. They were dancing, thousands of feet high, like a white wall, isolating the inside and outside. In the dim light, a faint outline was revealed in the mist, but it was unclear what was hidden inside.
The commander bit his lip subconsciously, but a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "As expected, we are waiting for you here... Activate our synchronization instrument and observation matrix. I want to see what the Angels are hiding in the fog. What!"
There was a roar, and in the sky, the burning stars simultaneously cast starlight into the mist.
The starlight was like a sword, gathering into a beam, splitting the mist in an instant, leaving a deep crack. The light swept across, and the thick fog seemed to be chopped into pieces and quickly dissipated.
Revealing the steel array behind it.
Countless preheated main guns were aimed at the Asgard fleet.
That is…
"Anglo Royal Fleet?!"
Without the need for the signal commander to report, the commander jumped up from his chair and was dumbfounded: "Why is the Royal Fleet here!"
At this moment, under the shining stars, on the sea as calm as dead water, hundreds of warships have already occupied their respective positions and are ready for all wars.
But while he was angry and stunned, what emerged in the commander's heart was a strong warning sign.
No... This is wrong...
According to their speculation, facing a three-pronged offensive, the Angles would never divide their forces and seek death. Indeed, as they had expected, the royal fleet did not divide its forces.
But why are they here!
Have they given up on the frontal battlefield
Do those lunatics want to give away their capital? !
There was no time for him to think.
Before he even thought of any answer, countless blazing lights roared towards him.
The war finally begins.
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…
At the same time, to the north, Anglo territorial waters.
Selvin heard a loud roar.
That is the sound of ocean movement.
It's like fear.
The night is as bright as the day.
The ocean is burning. Under the terrifying interference, the sea water has turned into flames. The flames are rising, dispersing the thick fog, and illuminating the terrifying outline that seems to be crushing the ocean and roaring forward.
That's a sea fortress.
Amidst countless roaring melodies, the huge steel city sprinkled nature interference almost all the time, turning everything around it into an alien world.
Even dozens of sea miles away, there was still an earth-shattering roar coming with the hurricane.
"It's really scary."
On the bridge of the Sovereign, Selvin stared at the maritime fortress and couldn't help but murmur softly.
Just looking at it, I couldn't suppress the trembling of my hands behind my back.
His internal organs were soaked in the shadow of fear, twitching slightly and feeling the cold breath.
There was dead silence on the bridge, no words were spoken.
It wasn't until a long time later that the signal commander made a hoarse voice: "Sir, we are about to enter the combat range."
Selvin was silent for a moment, raised his head, and looked around:
"So, everyone...are you ready to sacrifice? What we are facing now is an enemy that is more than a hundred times stronger than us. This battle is a life-or-death battle. We are abandoned, and we are not even expected to win. , do you have the courage to face all this with me? Can you still face the enemy and launch an attack? "
"Everything is subject to your orders, my lord."
The first mate suddenly laughed softly, "Of course, if you lose, it will be your fault. Have you written a confession?"
Selvin was stunned. Under the leadership of the first mate, a group of people burst into laughter. We were clearly on a dead end road, but the bridge was filled with a happy atmosphere.
"You guys..." Selvin shook his head helplessly.
If you lose, everyone dies.
Where do I need to write a confession
The first mate reached out and took out a flat wine bottle from his arms, shaking it in front of Selvin, thus blatantly violating the fleet's rule not to bring alcohol on board.
"I originally planned to have a drink secretly after the victory, but it seems I have no chance now." The first mate drank a sip for himself first, then handed over the wine bottle: "Want some?"
"Come on, have some."
Selvin smiled, raised his head, drank a big sip, and suddenly felt no longer afraid.
Just die.
Go to hell.
The wine jug was too small, and each person on the bridge could only get a small amount. They were so full that they could only moisten their lips. However, savoring the bitter taste and the sting of alcohol spreading in their mouths, their pupils lit up, as if they were on fire.
Selvin pulled out his command sword, raised it high, and announced to everyone: "Then, I swear to our ancestors, we will fight for the kingdom to the death!"
"The blood of glory cannot be stained."
In response to the roars of one hundred and forty-two generals who vowed to die, the lonely steel warship, the Sovereign, launched a deadly attack on the sea fortress!
The sharp whistle sounded loudly.
It was like a clarion call to launch a general attack on the battlefield.
…
"Only... one ship? Are you sure?"
In the command room of the sea fortress, the commander stared at the lone enemy attacking him. He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't: "Are they kidding me?! Or are there some conspiracy?"
What other tricks could there be
If you leave a ship behind, even if it is used for self-destruction, not to mention damaging the sea fortress, even the battleship defenses patrolling outside the fortress will not be able to get close!
For some reason, the situation is obviously good, but the commander feels a little bloated...
What on earth are these damn Anglos thinking!
As the Asgardians stared in astonishment, the Sovereign was like a sharp blade, piercing into the foreign land distorted by the sea fortress.
A golden glow lit up from the hull of the ship. As the royal musicians played, the might of the dragon shrouded it, like invisible wings spreading out. Huge power arose spontaneously, pushing it forward, accelerating, accelerating, facing countless incoming waves. gunfire.
In the trance, there suddenly was a strange hallucination.
It was as if the heaven and earth were shaking.
The whistle sounded with a sharp roar, like a horn blowing, and the roar resounded in all directions, echoing across the seven seas.
On the deck of the Sovereign, facing the sweeping hurricane, Selvin pulled out his command sword, stared at the glow flowing above, and softly recited the secret word of activation:
"——Angru hopes that everyone will fulfill their duties!"
Then, the seven seas roared.
The majestic melody was played from the liberated alchemy matrix, praying to the emperor in the territory of Angelo, on the ocean of Angelo, leading to the rebirth of the miracles of the past, and the arrival of the undefeated legend!
The sound of gold and iron rubbing against each other burst out from the deep sea.
In the sea tide that was cut by the Sovereign, countless undercurrents suddenly surged and swept across. The wild ether springs surged out, tearing the ocean apart, and causing the broken giant sail to rise from the sea.
The huge canvas quickly closed, and the red dragon and rose emblems danced in the wind, making a hunting sound.
The light, like the arrival of a god, filled the ocean and illuminated the huge warship emerging from the deep sea.
King, Revenge, Determination, Ramillies, Royal Oak…
In the end, the King's Power also merged into the glow, and the steel body trembled, rapidly changed, and increased, until finally, after more than doubling in size, it had turned into a sharp-edged steel monster.
That's the "Royal Light"!
With the Lord's blessing and permission, the Sovereign has transformed into the Queen's flagship on tour, the legendary Royal Light!
"Only dedicate myself to the great and supreme emperor!"
Selvin raised his command sword, pointed it at the enemies ahead, and gave the order to attack.
So, the silent fleet responded loudly:
"—May God bless the kingdom, and my emperor bless me!"
Under the leadership of Royal Light, the legendary fleet that had been dormant for a long time came to life here again.
The first-generation royal fleet that spans the seven seas is back!