Noisy reports continued to sound.
The complicated links advanced rapidly, until in the end, there was no more sound, and in silence, Newton sat in his chair, sweat rolling down his forehead.
Obviously, the preparations could not be more complete, and everything was fine, but the panic and uneasiness in my heart still could not be dispelled.
"Dean, I remember that you have the qualifications of a priest?" Newton looked at the giant beside him: "Can you accept my prayer on behalf of God?"
“You can pray, but God won’t listen.”
The patriarch raised the Holy Emblem Ring on his finger and said calmly: "We follow the will of fate. For the rest... we just need to accept God's arrangements."
Newton was stunned for a long time, then laughed self-deprecatingly: "I hope He will arrange a good result for us."
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Amidst the roars, the Galahad armor took the lead in breaking through the three walls, following the map drawn by the inspired musicians, and rushed towards the camp of the Frost Giant Legion.
Facing several frost giant armored knights who had already reacted and intercepted, the thin and short Galahad dodged the attack with almost dexterity, his sword howling, penetrating into the gap in the armor, and cutting off a piece. arm.
Originally, light armor focused on speed, but after removing the heavy outer layer of suspended armor, the speed became even more exaggerated.
"Galahad! You are too fast! You have left the team! It is too dangerous! Come back!"
Ignoring Geraint's orders behind him, Galahad accelerated again, crashed through a wall again, and broke into the armor workshop. Oncoming were two Frost Knights who had just finished putting on their armor, but there were more. The person was fixed on the armor workbench, and with the assistance of several engineers, emergency dressing was carried out!
Amidst the roar, Galahad jumped up, stepped on the frost giant's shoulders and the wall, and rushed towards the workbench behind.
Facing Galahad's two sword slashes, the frost giant knight who was unable to resist while wearing armor was like a chicken, suffering heavy casualties in an instant.
But more people rushed forward one after another, blocking her speed regardless of life and death, buying time for the rear...
Finally, amid the loud noise, the heavily armored power knights finished dressing and surrounded them.
In just five minutes, the relaxing time left for the Knights of the Round Table was no longer there.
In an instant, the situation was reversed.
"This coat of arms... is the emblem of the leader of the Knights of the Round Table. It seems that I also caught a big fish."
Amid the roar of steel, the frost giant knight raised his powered halberd and pointed it at Galahad's face: "Now, it's time to pay the price!"
Thunder and lightning burst out from the halberd's front, roaring through the air.
Christine took a step back, spreading her swords like eagle wings, taking a step towards the enemy's attack, moving like thunder, rushing out, locking the vitals of the chest power furnace and face.
The frost giant sneered and ignored the attack. An attack of this level could not even break through his own outer armor.
Facing a heavily armored power knight, a light knight without any external hanging armor is simply vulnerable.
But then, in the roaring sound, dozens of steel cabinets fell from the sky, falling apart after landing, and only the huge cone-mounted rhythm instrument was nailed into the earth.
As early as mid-air, those synchronic instruments were burning red due to overload, and when they fell to the ground, they were like meteorites wedged into the earth.
And as the remaining armored knights destroyed the Asgardians' alchemical matrix, the outer barrier finally collapsed completely.
At that moment, a stream of ether fell from the sky.
All the Knights of the Round Table heard the cold voice coming from their ears, overlapping in one place, so quickly, but the voice was so clear, as if echoing in their own consciousness.
[Synchronization completed]
[Protocol connection completed]
[The first handshake, the second handshake, and the third handshake were successful]
[Ethernet connection completed]
[User ID code identified, Knights of the Round Table, interface assigned]
[Virtual matrix simulation completed]
[Power source and vacuum sun installation completed]
[May God bless the kingdom and my emperor bless me!]
At that moment, a majestic melody sounded from the sky and resounded through the stars.
—The majestic first march!
In the midst of that sonorous melody, the glow of the Golden Chapter of Victory fell from the sky, turned into dragon power, and covered every armored knight.
In the blink of an eye, the construction of Longwei's armor was completed, and the hot ether flow surged in the virtual alchemy circuit. Under the full coverage of the Ethernet, every Knight of the Round Table was connected to the port, shrouded in the outer world formed by Longwei. Under Armor.
boom!
In the glow of dragon power, a hurricane burst out.
An iron-gray hurricane lingered on Galahad's armor, and the power halberd burst into pieces and turned into metal gravel. Countless fragments of lightning jumped, but it was difficult to penetrate Galahad's hurricane defense.
In just an instant, the huge frost giant was completely penetrated by the decomposition of the two swords of blazing light. The power furnace burst, the shock wave exploded the giant's chest, and blood spurted out.
It's like a dream.
It was obviously a powered skeleton with nothing special about it, but it suddenly transformed into a round table armor that was even more powerful than the Archangel's weapons.
And it’s also the majestic Iron Wall Hurricane—Galahad!
Are the gods playing a joke on the Asgardians
Not only the Asgardians, but even the Knights of the Round Table themselves did not expect that they would be able to receive the blessing of dragon power.
The ether furnace was upgraded to a "vacuum sun" powered by music theory collision, and even the outer skeleton without any protection was turned into an expensive archangel armor!
Not to mention the weapon in his hand that was transformed into an alchemical weapon by the virtual matrix!
No one would believe it if I told you!
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of light knights who were not even equipped with external hanging armor had turned into heavy knights covered by Longwei armor!
No, it is even more exaggerated than that. The essence of Longwei is a phenomenon formed by forcibly interfering with the ether with will. It is tangible and insubstantial, and has no weight at all.
A group of armored knights with heavy cavalry defense, but far faster than light cavalry...
The Asgardians seemed to have seen a nightmare coming.
In the past few months, the results built by the Royal Academy of Angels and the Chainsaw Monks around the core layer of the Ethernet were finally launched on the Ethernet today, opening their own ports to all knights.
—Mass-produced Knights of the Round Table!
"My emperor bless me!"
Under Geraint's roar, the mighty dragon roared.
The Knights of the Round Table have finished changing their costumes. The three hundred and twenty Archangel Knights and the six Captains of the Round Table Knights have no weaknesses under the cover of Dragon Power.
At this moment, right here, the roar of steel erupted.
Asgard's Frost Giant Legion collided with Angel's Knights of the Round Table, and the long-awaited showdown between the two sides finally began!
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The sea is collapsing.
I don’t know when it started, but a huge depression has appeared in the angry ocean. Countless sharp cracks are constantly bursting out from it. Whirlpools arise and die. Some are fleeting, while others grow rapidly, swallowing other whirlpools. There was a loud noise that turned into a roar.
Water is the best medium.
Under the infiltration of the etheric realm and the huge gravity of music theory, the entire battlefield has been completely distorted by both sides. If it weren't for the strong suppression by the maritime fortress, this sea area would have been completely transformed into a foreign land.
From another perspective, this is also the confidence for the Asgardians to continue to promote war movements. No matter how distorted the environment is, it cannot affect one's own integrity.
The Royal Fleet was already scarred.
In the fourth minute of the battle, the slowest "Ramelis" fell apart under the chop of the huge flaming sword. In the tenth minute of the battle, the shield of the Determination also completely failed and is now riddled with holes. The battleship can only barely maintain its shape by relying on the alchemical matrix.
The light of the royal light flickered and dimmed, like a candle in the wind.
What determines the life of the Royal Fleet at this moment is no longer defense, but speed... Facing the overwhelming attack of the Asgard Navy, no matter how powerful the shield and defense are, they cannot resist it. Only by evading as fast as possible can we survive. Can barely survive.
Even so, the successive aftermaths left the entire fleet riddled with holes.
With a loud noise, the Vengeance, which was advancing against countless attacks, completely fell apart after ramming and sinking a battleship, turned into fragments, and sank into the sea again.
More than half of the first-generation royal fleet has been lost.
The Royal Fleet still achieved considerable results in the face of enemies several times its own size, and even in the face of terrifying monsters like sea fortresses.
In exchange for more than half of its own losses, Asgard's second formation was severely damaged. Although it was impossible to engage in a head-on battle with the sea fortress, the tactics used by the royal fleet at this moment were like a group of barbarian rangers traveling across the sea.
Under the terrifying effect "Storm Protection" that comes with the resonance of the Royal Fleet, the fleet sacrificed most of its defense power in exchange for terrifying speed. It shuttled back and forth on the battlefield and could not engage in head-on combat with the enemy at all. Use them for harassment, and use shelling to consume the peripheral power of the maritime fortress.
Dealing with monsters like sea fortresses is certainly painful and helpless, but dealing with warships outside the fortress is surprisingly effective.
After the alloy mass bombs originally stored for hundreds of years were exhausted, the Royal Fleet activated the backup matrix, continuously extracting seawater, interfering with its properties, and transforming it into special cannonballs with steel properties. Depending on the matrix, seawater can also be reprocessed to make it incredibly corrosive or flammable.
Different from the characteristics of Asgardian warships, the first generation of the royal fleet hundreds of years ago was an alchemical warship forged from the flesh and blood of Leviathan and the laws of disaster. Although after hundreds of years of innovation, its design and model have lagged behind, and its frontal attack power has become weak in comparison, the special effects carried by its warships are still irreplaceable.
Whether it is the storm protection that increases the speed of warships several times and always takes the upper hand, or the protection of the tide that manipulates the sea water to form layers of water-like iron walls to weaken and deflect enemy attacks, they are all things that can be met but cannot be sought. God-level auxiliary effect.
Protect yourself to the maximum extent and weaken the enemy.
It's a pity that Avalon's heaven on earth cannot be used at will because of concerns about the Asgardian Gangnir. Otherwise, under the will of the Queen, I will be the country, and the entire Anglo Sea will be Leviathan's territory. , under the blessing of natural disasters, the entire ocean is Asgard's enemy.
This kind of national-level intervention ability is a defense that took hundreds of years to build. Even the saints cannot compete here.
Otherwise, where would we end up in this situation
Amid the alarm of battle damage, Selvin gritted his teeth, and when he heard the roar from the distance, his expression couldn't help but twitch.
In the sea fortress, the flaming sword slashed down again, splitting countless water curtains and storms, and turned the entire whirlpool into ashes together with the royal oak.
The entire first-generation royal fleet... only has six ships left!
Selvin was heartbroken when he thought that the royal fleet that had been passed down for hundreds of years had been reduced to less than one-third in his own hands. This was the legend that many Anglian teenagers had dreamed of since they were young, and it was the motivation to join the navy.
Now the glory is unyielding, and the blood of glory is dim.
Even if he was not the one who made this determination, as a commander, Selvin still had the urge to take poison to apologize.
"damn it… "
He gritted his teeth and growled angrily amidst the harsh sirens.
boom!
The earthquake struck again, the ship whined, and the alarm sounded again. The bottom armor of the Royal Light was completely shattered, and seawater surged into the No. 3 wheel room.
Even though the steel gate fell and blocked the inflow of sea water, the speed of the Royal Light had dropped by 30%.
In the violent turmoil, the signal commander fell to the ground, his head covered in blood after being hit by the sharp edges. He climbed up holding on to the table and looked at Selvin: "Sir, the Ramiris communication is silent!"
boom!
A loud noise came from afar.
Ramiris, who was on the verge of reaching his limit, rushed to the battlefield, detonated his own ether furnace, and perished with the enemy.
The remaining warships also sent alarms one after another.
"What are you still doing?"
Selvin was furious and shouted: "Attack! Attack! Attack! Our enemies are still on the battlefield! We must not stop!"
He held the command knife with bulging knuckles.
Angelou expects everyone to fulfill their duties...
But how long has this long ordeal lasted
Three hours? Four hours
Nearly 80% of the first-generation royal fleet was sacrificed, in exchange for several times more victory. Even under the desperate attack of the Ramillies just now, a big hole was blown out of the side armor of the sea fortress. .
But somewhere in the dark, a voice sounded in Selvin's ears.
Tell him that's it.
Your duties are coming to an end.
Selvin raised his head and stared at the dome of the bridge. He had never prayed so devoutly, praying for a miracle from the gods.
But his pupils were stung by the glow of thunder and lightning.
In the projection of the dome, the night sky ignited by the war was torn apart, and the fierce light like falling meteors galloped through the night, one, two, three...
Like a heavy rain.
The torrential thunder and lightning split the night sky in complicated ways, leaving long-lasting traces.
The meteor swarm passed through the battlefield and flew towards Avalon.
"Sir..."
The signal commander in charge of the observation looked pale: "The Asgardians launched a general attack on Angelou, and they activated Gangnir..."
Selvin smiled miserably.
The gods answered his prayers.
But He is not on his side.
"Is there any more wine?"
He looked at the first mate, whose arm was broken off by the wheel. The first mate shook his head bitterly: "It's gone a long time ago. It's just a little bit, really."
"For the first time, I hate that people don't bring enough wine on board a ship."
Selvin laughed, but couldn't help but burst into tears and choked up: "Everyone, it's my honor to work with you... You guys... are worthy of the blood of glory, and worthy of the honor of being a noble."
The first mate and the crew looked at each other and suddenly laughed.
As if by magic, he took out another iron box from his pocket: "Although I have no more wine, I also brought a box of cigars, which are top quality! Sir, do you want some?"
"What the hell do you mean by military regulations! I'm going to hang you! Get the stuff over here!"
Selvin wiped his tears, grabbed the iron box from his hand, and pulled out the cigarette from the copper pipe. There was no time to smoke and taste it as elegantly as before. He roughly bit off one end and threw it to the first mate. He took out another one and kept it for himself.
"Give me some too."
The second mate, who had always maintained an aristocratic manner and was meticulous, also stepped forward, took away the iron boxes, and distributed them. The signal commander made a wisp of flame and lit it for everyone one by one.
A group of old men unbuttoned the collars of their uniforms and took off their hats. Regardless of the stinging pain in their hearts, they inhaled vigorously and breathed in the thick mist. Looking at the tears and blood stains on each other's faces, they couldn't help but laugh.
"It's time, everyone."
Selvin leaned on his chair and found a comfortable position: "The time has come to fulfill your duties."
"kindness."
The first mate grinned: "God bless the kingdom."
“God bless the kingdom!”
"God bless the kingdom..."
May God protect the kingdom and ask for nothing more.
"Everyone attacks!"
Selvin laughed and gave the final order: "Let those Asgardian barbarians see Angelou's backbone!"
So, with a roar, everyone's engines started overloading.
The royal light burst into brilliant colors, and the last first-generation fleet assembled, following the leadership of the flagship, facing the glow of countless shellings, and rushed towards the maritime fortress.
With the final glory, the Anglo fleet played an elegy!
But just at such a sad time, an inappropriate voice sounded in the communication.