Deep Sea Embers Chapter 440: Sea Fog and Frost

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The night was dark, and the light snowfall continued until the middle of the night. Although the snow was not heavy, it still covered the whole city softly and silently—the snow that was not too thick was like a pale bandage, Wrapping the scars of the city after the disaster, covering up those things that are too late to heal.

Destroyed buildings, bloodstains that were too late to clean up, scrapped steam walkers, barricades waiting to be demolished, and dried up "mud" that was deposited in almost every corner of the city, and it would take an unknown amount of time to clean it up.

The mirror image invasion subsided, but the "by-product" brought about by this vision disaster remained in the city in the form of physical matter.

The church has taken over the operation of the city after dark according to the procedure.

The guards carrying lanterns watched the streets under the night vigilantly, alerting every dark corner that could not be fully illuminated by gas street lamps and any strange noises coming from their ears.

The smell of burning incense floated in the air, and the whispered prayers of the vigil priest carried a reassuring force.

"It seems to be very peaceful tonight..." A black-clothed guard stared at the dark place on the street for a long time before suddenly muttering to his partner beside him, "I thought there would be fierce fighting tonight."

"Everyone thinks so," another long-haired, shawl-clothed female guard in black whispered. On the lantern hanging around her waist, several scripture belts filled with prayers were fixed with wax paint. This shows that she is the leader of this team. "After all, we have just experienced such a severe extraordinary disaster, and a large number of priests have died... It stands to reason that the city-state's defense will reach its lowest point tonight."

"There seems to be no news from the other night watch teams - not even a whistle this night."

"...In short, tense your nerves. Before the sun rises, you can't relax for a moment."

"Yes, Captain."

The female black-clothed guard known as the captain nodded slightly, and then looked at another team that was busy not far away.

The exquisite brass censer is suspended by a thin chain, and misty smoke is escaping from the censer. A silent monk blesses the street with incense, whispering the prayer of the **** of death softly, and several accompanying The low-level priests in the group carefully collected black mud samples from nearby walls, lampposts, and the ground with scrapers and glass bottles.

The dried "mud" has completely lost its activity, and will no longer show a horribly deformed appearance. When the scraper cuts its surface, the texture they present is like some kind of half-dried And delicate structure..."pigment".

"You said... How much of this kind of 'sludge' is there in this city now?"

She couldn't help but turned her head and muttered to the subordinates beside her.

"Who knows - it is said that there are few of these on the surface. The sewers and subways are the hardest hit areas, and there are several sewage treatment plants. Those places are almost filled with this kind of silt. Over there at the city hall It's a mess now, and I don't know how long it will take to clean it up."

"Cleaning up the sludge...at least this is the easiest trouble we have to face," the female captain sighed softly, and looked up to the end of the street, "Now Frost has more troubles to face There are these weird mud."

The guard in black next to him raised his head subconsciously when he heard the words, and looked in the direction his captain was looking at.

It is the port area on the edge of the city-state, where the lights are bright and there are faint sounds.

"Yeah, there's more than just mud..." the black-clothed guard muttered, with a strange tone of nervousness, "A whole sea fog fleet is still surrounding this city."

…

The eastern port area is brightly lit and crowded with people.

As the only port in the entire defense battle that has always resisted the invasion of monsters and continued to operate, Donggang remained busy after the battle.

All docks and construction machinery have been used, and all surviving staff have to work overtime. Several docks that were slightly damaged during the daytime battles have also been temporarily repaired at the fastest speed, so as to For those ships in better condition to dock for repairs.

For many in the city, the battle is over and tonight is a time for them to recover and heal their wounds, but for the Frost Navy and port support units, the battle is still going on - there are a lot of ships The severe injuries urgently need repairs, and a large number of wounded need treatment. Compared with these things, they have a more difficult and complicated situation to face:

The Mist Fleet, their temporary comrades-in-arms today, their deep nightmare of the past fifty years.

The largest and strongest "ghost ship", which has been used by countless Frost people to scare children in the past fifty years, is now parked next to the largest pier in Donggang.

The majestic bow towers high in the night, the deck turrets and bridge buildings look like ghosts in the wind and snow, and the lights hit the armored belt from the shore, reflecting pale reflections reminiscent of bones. And on the side of the giant steel beast, facing the edge of the frosty ship's gunwale, a wide curtain swayed in the wind, on which was written in a rough way what seemed to be a temporary graffiti on it——

"Sea Fog Venture Capital Company temporarily visits the research ship in Frost."

Even the Frost Soldiers, who have seen the wind and waves again, have never seen this kind of battle—anyone who walks past the pier at this time will have to stare at those rough characters for a long time, and hold back a few words for himself. A wide-mouthed sober impulse.

"Captain," the first mate Aiden walked across the deck and came behind Tirian who was standing on the edge of the deck looking down, "the banner has been hung up, as you said, try to be friendly."

Tirion hummed, but then raised his finger and pointed to the soldiers and workers on the ground below the pier who stopped and stayed around the Seamist from time to time, anxiously waiting and watching: "But I think they still seem nervous?"

"I don't know what's going on, probably the Frost people in this era are more startled." Aiden scratched his bald head, "How about I go tell my subordinates? Let them go down and get rid of it." Drive away those who are watching nearby?"

"...No need," Tirian thought for a while and shook his head, "Father's order is to stop conflicting with the city-state. In this tense moment, it's better not to provoke these startled Frost people anymore. .”

Aiden shrugged: "Well, since it is the old captain's order."

"How is everyone doing?" Tirian suddenly asked after a moment of silence, "I mean, the sailors of the second issue."

"...Hey, after half a century, I'm back to this familiar place again," Aiden sighed softly, and said with emotion, "It's a lie to say that the ship is peaceful—now basically Every cabin is discussing this docking, discussing the matter of dealing with the Frost Navy again, and even the sailors of the first issue have been affected, and they are discussing with them.

"Some people look forward to it, some resist it, but more people are at a loss, because everyone has never imagined what this day will be like before, but... everyone will support your decision, and they are waiting for your decision command."

Tirion didn't speak for a while, but the scene he saw on the bridge seemed to reappear in his mind.

The Queen's second order after half a century - "Protect Frost".

Is that true? Is that the power left behind by the Queen, or is it simply an illusion?

This doesn't seem to matter anymore.

The Queen once ordered the Sea Mist Fleet to stay away from Frost Island, and now, he has led the fleet back here, perhaps... The Queen's order back then was really for this day.

"Anyway, let's come here," Tirian exhaled softly, and the air exhaled from his mouth and nose condensed into white mist in the cold night, "The commander here wants to entertain his 'comrades'. Well, I really should go and say hello to them."

"Would you like me to accompany you?"

"Well, and bring a few more guys who know how to be polite - we must tell them in advance that this time, we are not here to fight."

"Okay," Aiden nodded, and then he couldn't help asking, "Um, is there any request from the entourage?"

Tirion thought for a while: "...The one with a relatively complete front face, the one whose limbs are connected to the torso, and the one with no 'parts' falling out when walking-just follow your standard, and wear clothes that can block most of them." Just a hole."

"Okay, Captain."

…

In the Port Defense Office, Chief Defense Commander Liszt is finishing his uniform and medals for the last time.

It's not that he hasn't seen big scenes, but even as a well-trained professional soldier, he can't help but feel a little uneasy about the "scene" he will face next.

Not because the scene is too big, but because it is unprecedented.

He wants to meet with the leader of the Sea Mist Fleet—after fifty years of confrontation and hostility, the fleet that "defected" from the city-state back then has returned here.

Today, many places in the city-state are still in chaos, and the disappearance of the consul has made the city hall devastated, but even in such a chaotic situation, he still arranged for this special reception.

Because he knows that ~IndoMTL.com~ Frostbite can't afford any further damage now, no matter what the officials and advisors at the city hall think, he must stabilize the terrifying ghost fleet ——If, just if, if you want to reconcile with that "big pirate", this moment is probably the only chance.

After fastening the last button, Liszt breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he lowered his head, picked up the new badge representing the rank of general from the table, and stared at every pattern on it calmly.

"... FireWire is promoted... It doesn't matter, someone has to top it."

He raised his head, faced the mirror, and carefully fixed the badge on the clothes.

(It's time to push the book~ I recommend a new book "Daoying" by Tai Yishengshui. The future we are chasing is just the shadow of the past under the starry sky. Yuan Yanghai, a monk who died tragically , with the soul of two lifetimes, suddenly opened his eyes...)

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