Silent Crown Chapter 568: Gift
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**&**xiaoshuo The ocean roars amidst the drums of the tidal rites.
Dozens of sea tides were pulled up from the dead sea surface out of thin air. Ten thousand tons of sea water fell and rose, rubbing against each other, and there was a loud iron-like noise.
It's earth-shattering.
During the observation, Sovereign issued an offensive message and launched the final offensive against the rising tide.
After the Sovereign, the remaining six battleships were silent for a moment, and they sent semaphores in the direction of Avalon.
"I would like to pave the way to victory for you as a person."
"Angel is immortal!"
"Angel is immortal!"
"Angel is immortal!!!"
In that blazing light, the battleship's engine was fully turned on, driven by overload, and the siren roared, like the roar of a steel monster, following the sovereign power, and galloping toward the endless waves.
At that moment, in the silent Avalon, a low bell rang.
It's like a low order.
Followed by the loud noise of the rock cracking.
Like a landslide.
The loud roar bursts from the depths of the ocean, setting off layers of waves, one after another.
During the sudden horrific hurricane, terrible turbulence emerged from the deep sea and spread to the surroundings.
The low bells spread in the hurricane, and went in all directions. Wherever they passed, around Avalon, the silent melody of more than twenty satellite islands burst out.
In normal times, some of them are temporary ports, some are settlements, some are commercial docks, and some are forbidden military areas. After entering the wartime state, everything was evacuated and turned into a bare and dead desert island.
But now, they sounded a mighty bell, responding to the call from Avalon.
In the reverberation of the bell, countless trees that had grown for many years were crushed out of thin air. The heavy rocks fell apart and shattered. Massive earth and rocks were shaken off by the islands in the shaking.
The road broke and disappeared.
The building collapsed and fell apart.
The port was turbulent and sank into the sea.
In the end, a horrible light shines from above the island.
The earth veins buried in the deep sea were activated, and countless torrents of ether flooded in, and were greedily swallowed by the awakened monsters, dripping out.
A huge amount of soil and petrified into the sea made a large area of seawater become turbid, dust and ashes rose up into the sky, and were blown away by the hurricane, revealing the true appearance of chaos.
Of the twenty-four satellite islands, ten have disappeared.
Instead, there are ten blazing sun rays!
For hundreds of years, the alchemy matrix sleeping in the deepest part of the island was awakened, absorbing the huge torrent of ether supplied by Anglo's national power, playing exciting movements, and manifesting itself.
That's a battleship!
Each ship is exuding terrifying ether fluctuations!
Not like modern products, but like antiques kept in museums. They even carry old-style sails. The weapons they carry are nothing but crossbows and whale cannons that have long been eliminated. But at this moment, everyone in Avalon couldn't help cheering and screaming.
They themselves are the history of Anglo, the past of Anglo, the great achievements engraved in history, the indelible glory of this country!
Boom!
The ocean is turbulent, as if the whole is completely frozen.
All the sea water is out of the control of the demons, no longer flowing, and completely frozen by invisible power.
Above the fleet's flagship, Selvin, who had long been embracing his ambition, jumped up, leaned over the porthole, and stared dullly at the silhouette of the warship that was like a pillar of the sea.
Unbelievable.
"This is impossible!"
He whispered softly: "Crown, revenge, determination, splendor, ruler, reaper, piercer, arbiter, punisher... this is..."
"Selvin, it is not yet time for you to sacrifice."
The voice from Avalon sounded from the flagship: "Angel still needs you to continue fighting."
"Marquis of Lancelot, is this...the first Royal Fleet that has been sealed?"
Selvin stared at their figures, dancing in ecstasy: "Every one turned out to be a Legend-class battleship... They actually exist?
I knew it! I knew it! King Arthur's battle to conquer the legendary fleet of the Seven Seas really exists! "
The First Royal Navy Fleet, the glorious fleet once engraved in history!
The undefeated legend under King Arthur!
Each ship is a legendary battleship far beyond the imagination of the world, recapturing the ocean from Leviathan, opening up the territory of Anglo, once dominating 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 that the legend has become a reality, the ecstatic Selvin can't help but dance:
"God Bless Angelu! God Bless!!! Marquis Lancelot, shall we counterattack?"
The other side of the communication fell into a long silence. For a long time, Lancelot answered hoarsely:
"No, Servin, we are going to retreat."
Selvin was stunned.
Outside the portholes, the shadow of the warship that resembles the scorching sun has swayed slightly, as if slowly dissipating.
"What's wrong with this?"
Selvin looked back and asked: "Obviously it is a great chance to win, sir! As long as we attack, we can reap an unprecedented victory! Why retreat!"
He gagged and asked: "Why!"
"Sorry, Servin, legends are just legends after all."
Lancelot sighed: "The'First Royal Fleet' is a sealed relic belonging to Stein Room Zero.
Its flagship "Dreadnought" and the Queen's ship "Royal Light" are both part of the "Holy Grail of Destruction", and are themselves the ultimate defense line of Anglo.
If you want to mobilize, you must obtain the triple permission of the queen, the minister of the seal and the sword bearer, before you can use the seal of the kingdom and the sword in the stone...
I have started rashly now. I have exceeded my authority. The Royal Fleet that has responded to orders is not even more than half of them, and they will not obey my dispatch. What they can achieve is only a deterrent effect. "
A violent cough sounded, and Lancelot's voice became more hoarse: "Retreat, Selvin, don't let my efforts go in vain. We must preserve our vitality and cannot bear more sacrifices."
Selvin gritted his teeth in silence, staring at the phantom on the sea. After a long time, he threw the crushed heather pipe on the ground, and all his strength seemed to have flowed away.
"Retreat."
He ordered in a low voice, not wanting to watch the battle at sea again.
"I have levied all the ships in the port, and someone will come to pick you up soon." Lancelot's voice came, "Later, you don’t want to come back, with the Dunkirk port and fleet After the meeting, set off directly."
"They?"
Selvin was stunned, and his body was cold: "Go? Where to go? Marquis Lancelot, are you going to..."
"Abandon Avalon."
Lancelot said the most feared conjecture in his heart: "Avalon is no longer able to withstand natural disasters. We must move the capital to Birmingham."
"Are you crazy! Lancelot!!!"
Selvin roared, his face flushed: "Do you·he·m·know what you are talking about! Since the founding of Anglo for hundreds of years, there has never been such a shame! Avalon is our ancestor The city of glory that has been sacrificed so far, do you want to give it up to the natural disasters! You will be hanged on the door of the traitor! Definitely!"
"If you are hanged, you can be hanged."
Lancelot’s voice was indifferent: "Selvin, there must be someone to take on this responsibility. I have been mentally prepared for this. Don't worry, I will stay here and be buried with this city." /
But you can't die here meaninglessly. This country should have a brighter future.
I now entrust this future in your hands, Selvin, if you want me to beseech you, then I beg you, go to Birmingham.
Please reorganize the army there and endure the hardship and pain with this country.
One day, you will definitely be able to come back again.
I firmly believe this. "
Selvin froze.
"Lancelot, you..."
"Half an hour ago, I ordered people to organize a retreat. Soon, the last viable force will leave here by boat. I hope you can **** them through this sea of no light."
"Half an hour? Too short! With so many people in Avalon, how can such a hasty time be enough to withdraw!"
"How much can be withdrawn, how much."
Lancelot’s calm answer was full of coldness, "There is only this we can do."
Communication ends.
Selvin slumped in his chair, breathing the hot wind blowing from the temperature control matrix, feeling suffocated. The internal organs and hands were twitching, and I wanted to vomit, but couldn't vomit.
Just raised his eyes and stared at the burning Avalon.
Just looking at it, I couldn't help tears.
This is the city where his ancestors fought so far, the city of miracles praised and praised by countless people.
Now, it will be destroyed in my own hands.
Really...Is it necessary?
Soon, hurried footsteps sounded outside the bridge, and a seaman walked in quickly and whispered in his ear: "Sir, a representative of the Hall family wants to see you."
"Hall family?"
Selvin was taken aback for a moment, and immediately realized that he frowned, walked out the door, and saw the musician who took the military order and passed through the barrier and ventured to land on the deck.
"I am here on behalf of the Hall family, Mr. Servin."
The middle-aged man bends down and salutes: "The Hall family is willing to support you in the next retreat and help you complete your mission. I only hope that you can show me a little mercy during the transfer."
The musician representing the top family of the Avalon noble lineage paused for a moment, and his voice condensed into a line, which sounded in Selvin’s ear:
"Ten positions, sir, we need ten positions to ensure that members of our family can withdraw from here in advance. For this, we are willing to pay any price."
Selvin was silent.
But then, one after another ether fluctuations traversed the sea full of war, and against the attack of natural disasters, they landed on the deck embarrassedly.
"Selvin Lord..."
"I am..."
The musicians came up one by one and surrounded him.
Soon, in the noisy sound, a person squeezed into the core.
"Sir, my representative of the Field family."
The drenched old man took out a handwritten letterhead from his arms: "Just now, the noble chief has agreed to our marriage and the next cooperation. Please make sure to secure our position. Complete in the family Before the meeting, please do not easily agree to any other conditions."
Selvin borrowed the letter silently, ripped it apart, and saw familiar handwriting.
"Do you need two ships?"
"Yes."
The old man got closer and whispered in his ear: "More than ten families will pay for this.
Not the same as the group of civilians stuffed as ballast in the bottom bin. Clean, dignified treatment and highest priority protection may carry some salutes, but those are Anglo’s national treasures and should not perish with this city.
We guarantee that you will get a good position in the government in exile. "
"Get out..."
Selvin squeezed a voice from between his teeth.
The old musician was stunned and couldn't believe his ears:
"What did you say?"
Silence.
Selvin did not speak, closed his eyes weakly, and soon smiled self-deprecatingly: "No, there is nothing."
He said, "I will cooperate with you."
A deep sense of powerlessness enveloped him, and he turned his head and looked at the city that was about to sink in the ocean beyond the porthole.
That is a ship about to sink to the bottom of the sea.
And the remaining ships may not escape the same result, sooner or later.
Great retreat?
It's just lingering.
Lancelot, why don't you understand?
Why don't you understand! ! !
He retracted his gaze, smiled and shook hands with the old musician, but for some reason, tears came on his face.
Can't stop.
The next time, he nodded and shook hands numbly. After handing over all the command to the first officer, he returned to the captain’s room, sat in his chair, and looked at the Anglo Sea on the wall. Figure.
On the table, there is a bucket of iced wine.
A meeting gift brought by a family at a time of crisis.
"The 30-year-old Danfeng Bailu is really good."
He stared at the swaying light in the wine glass, smiled, took a capsule from his pocket, and threw it into the wine glass. In the sound of scoffing, the capsule disappeared.
The aroma of the wine is still sweet.
There is only one more thing called dignity.
In the long silence, he picked up his wine glass, glanced at the burning city outside the window, and smiled farewell.
"Long live Anglo."
He whispered softly, raised his head, and drank it.
The cold liquor slid into his throat, with fierce poison, extinguishing the pain and sadness in his internal organs, making his expression calm.
He spread his arms like a bird, ready to embrace death.
In the silence, he saw a hallucinatory reflection in the porthole.
The **** like death walked out of the darkness, put his hands gently on his shoulders, his white hair was like moonlight.
"This is... what if I die?"
He whispered softly.
"It's still early, Servin."
The young man's eyes drooped, as if conveying an oracle: "It's not over yet."
"Really?"
Selvin whispered softly.
Or the drunkenness of alcohol, or the emission of medicinal effects, slowly darkened his eyes: "How long will it take? I'm tired of it, this kind of war that only brings pain..."
"Quickly, soon."
The person behind pushed gently, and the chair slid slowly to the window, making him look at the flames of war in hell.
"I brought something back."
The man said: "Take it as a gift to this city."
"Gift?"
Selvin smiled: "Where?"
In the reflection of the porthole, the white-haired young man turned his head sideways, lit the pipe at the corner of his mouth, inhaled deeply, and the tobacco was extinguished, and the smoke rose like a soul, blurring his face.
He said, "It's right in front of your eyes."
[Sixth drive reached]
[The Petitioner One is locked]
[Secret Word·Gift for the suffering of the world]
[Fire]
In the next moment, in the deepest part of the mist, the sleeping monster opened its eyes and revealed a murderous look.
The blazing light tore the darkness, the sound, the distance and everything.
Engulfed everything.
The silence came suddenly.
The whole world seemed to be thrown into the bottom of the abyss, no matter the outline of the ocean and the sky, the traces of flames and heavy rain were lost.
That is light.
The light that runs through everything.
Light comes from afar.
The ocean shook, the demons roared, and the world roared, but the sound was lost, and the sound was killed by the light.
The light that destroys everything spit out from the monster's mouth, piercing through thousands of miles of rain and waves, tearing apart the rising iron gray tide. An extremely precise rift was cut in the bowl that imprisoned Avalon, and then...forward.
Forward, forward, forward!
I lit the fog, pierced through the wind, evaporated the sea, penetrated the distance, and stung countless eyes and pupils of stunned eyes, and descended on this battlefield.
Engulfed the drum-singing old priest in the middle of the tide.
Deadly still.
The short silence is so long.
In the next instant, a terrible scream of pain rang through the sky and the earth.
That was the cry of the ocean's pain.
It was the dying old murloc who uttered a miserable cry.
It is that 10,000 tons of sea water lost its support, fell from the sky and returned to the sea. Countless rising sea water fell again, and the vacuum collided with the air wave, sending out a roar of steel friction.
The iron drum has evaporated in the light of destruction.
The huge humpback whale turned into stiff coke in an instant.
The tidal rites lost their own tide, and the entire rickety body shrank a circle, like residual frost that quickly evaporated under the scorching sun.
[Observation is over and shelling is effective]
[Sixth drive to seventh drive over complete]
[Petitioner No. 1 overheating-cooling begins-Petitioner No. 2 preheating completed-Alchemy Matrix transfer completed-Petitioner No. 3 preheating started]
[Lock End]
[Free Fire]
The next moment~IndoMTL.com~ The behemoth roaring from afar burst out again with a terrifying light that tore through the world. It was a roar full of ecstasy and anticipation, it was rekindled killing intent after sleeping for countless years.
It was the ecstatic cry of the old men.
"Yes! That's it! That's how it should be!"
Facing the ocean with huge waves like anger, the sound of wild laughter sounded from the deck, and the lunatics dancing in ecstasy roared towards the sea.
"Look, our soul is here!"
"—right here!"
The burning flame holy emblem rose slowly from the bow, igniting the iron-grey sky.
Like a sun wheel.
After many years, the emblem of the Inquisition was once again engraved on this long-lost battlefield!
Come on, we are back.
Go ahead, our endless war!
War!
The blazing light of destruction fell from the sky like an endless stream.
The weight of the final word fell from the chessboard at this moment, and the monsters from afar have finally set foot on their own battlefield here!
Above the military power number.
Selvin finally woke up from the drowsiness, confirming that all this was not a dream or hallucination.
He got up from his drowsiness, turned his head in astonishment, and looked at the young man--he was smoking a pipe, his eyes lowered, his white hair reflected in the flames of war outside the porthole, like burning and shining.
"Who are you!"
"Me?"
The white-haired young man smiled, spread his left hand, and in his palm was the poison sac that should have melted in the wine.
"Meeting for the first time, Mr. Servin."
The young man shrouded in the smoke raised his head, like a monster revealing his true face from the mist.
"My name is Ye Qingxuan."
——The Hand of God·Ye Qingxuan (To be continued.)
(Sikushu)