Silent Crown Chapter 722: War
Two days later
The turbid ocean tide shattered on the desolate coast. Fastest update
Under the gloomy sky, the beach is full of broken shells and dried seaweed.
The noisy tidal sound fills the air, making it distracting.
This is not like a holy place for vacation, but like a desert island.
But there are huge manors on this deserted island. Numerous ancient villas stand in the gloomy jungle. The cracked walls are parasitic with vines, and snakes and insects can be seen faintly swimming.
Those buildings have a strong ancient atmosphere, the most popular Gothic style hundreds of years ago, with sharp edges and cold momentum, but now it seems to be turned into a desolate ruin.
But in this ruin, there is the melody of singing and dancing, and the soft piano sound echoes, as if a banquet of singing and dancing is entering the stage. The attendants outside the door were dressed in gray-black robes, their faces hidden under the shadow of their hoods, like lingering ghosts.
It's like the devil held a banquet in the world, and the fallen are drinking and singing wildly.
In the sky, there was a bird bursting out of the cloud, hovering and hovering, and finally, it landed on the terrace of the castle and fell into the hands of the young man.
The young man sat in a wheelchair, held up the flying bird, and stared at its pupils, and got some enlightenment.
After the mission was completed, the bird collapsed silently, the body turned into countless dust and sand, and the wooden skeleton fell to the ground and fell to 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. To what extent has the external situation been corrupted?"
After a brief period of contemplation, he sighed softly: "Forget it, now the heat is almost the same, and the time has come to change after a while, and now it's time to end."
As if there was no pressure, he hummed lightly, smiled cheerfully 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 costume was already drunk, his handsome pale face revealed a trace of evil, staring at the performance in the field, the drummer cheered.
After seeing Watson coming back, he motioned Watson to his side, "You just missed today's best performance, an amazing contest."
"Oh?"
Watson smiled and looked at the court: "Who won?"
"Of course it is me, distinguished guest!"
In the field, the skinny gladiator was covered with blood, and his upper body was covered with scars.
He was blind in one of his eyes, wearing a black blindfold, and holding a scimitar standing on the enemy’s corpse. Hearing Watson’s question, he bent down and sculpted a heart out of the enemy’s chest. Hold it and come forward:
"Let me dedicate this honor to you and toast you with victory."
Watson's expression remained unchanged, he took the heart from his hand, held it high in front of everyone, and tightened his five fingers.
Between the slender white fingers, the heart fell apart, and scarlet blood flowed from between the fingers and fell into the blank wine glass.
The bright red blood stream suddenly exudes the mellow aroma of wine.
Under the crafting of the black musician, it seemed that even the whole person's life had been integrated into it. It was indescribably tempting and made the guests' noses buzzing and salivating.
"Your victory is like this wine."
Watson smiled, drank half of it, and spilled the remaining half on the top of the gladiator's head. The blood and wine permeated into the skin silently, as if it turned into fire, causing countless muscles to jump wildly. That's power. Emergence, life is surging, making the gladiator cheer and roar.
After the gladiator retired, the host of the banquet shook his head and sighed: "Your generosity makes me ashamed, my friend, compared with you, the gems I have given me are bleak."
"What I have done is not enough to repay your hospitality, but I have just added to your banquet."
Watson waved his hand, and the two talked and laughed.
Unconsciously, it was late at night.
After the banquet was over, Watson, who was in the study talking and laughing with the host, said his decision.
"Waiting for too long, my friend, take me to meet your Grand Master." Watson looked at him: "There are some things that can't always be avoided...
One month, I think it should be enough. "
The smile on the host's face stiffened, and for a long time, he sighed helplessly.
"Up to now, I am afraid I must remind you that the reply from the Grand Master may hardly satisfy you."
He said: "You want too much, you bet too hard, even the great master dare not throw a bet with you. Even if I want to believe you, but there are at least ten lords with the same status as me. Four. There are more than seven people who tend to take refuge on the other side... After all, no one likes the Inquisition here."
"So, always talk, I will convince them."
Watson's tone was calm: "This is my duty after all, isn't it?"
"The court will only use you as a tool, why bother?"
The master sighed helplessly: "Watson, you must be able to see that my friendship with you is not false. I sincerely hope that you can always be by my side, my friends, whether they are slaves or gold, Still wine and sword, I am willing to share 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 is always your own home... isn't it?"
"Although your refusal annoys me, you are still my friend."
The host drank the wine in the glass and sighed softly: "I don't understand, would someone like you have a place in the outside world?"
Watson smiled.
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Three hours later, in the central meeting room of the old castle in Senleng.
On the wall, there is only one flag hanging. Each flag represents a lord coming from his own territory. They are old or young, male or female, some are horribly young, some But he is so old that he is skinny, and it is doubtful how he is still alive.
The only thing in common is the gleaming light in the eyes and the evil aura lingering in the body.
In the very center, the person revered as the Great Master is an elderly woman, who shy away from her in front of her, not daring to illuminate her face.
Only the emerald on the thumb of the right hand shines with weird fluorescence.
After Watson’s wheelchair slipped quietly in, the short silence ended, and the old Grand Master said: “According to Mr. Watson’s request, I initiated this rally to gather everyone present to vote. .
You are not young anymore, don't let my old lady worry about every day. If you have any thoughts, let's talk about it. "
Everyone glanced at each other, and the lord of a young man took the lead: "Angel is now hitting the stone with a pebble, why should we follow to die?"
"The situation is unknown. It would be unwise to make a hasty decision now."
"Instead, I think it would be better to wait and see for a while."
……
Soon, the lords' speeches ended, and there were very few people who were optimistic about Angru.
"Then, you already understand our attitude compared to Mr. Watson." The Grand Master raised his eyes and looked at the young man with a deep face after looking at the long table: "Do you have anything you want to say?"
Wason was silent for a moment, and smiled a little apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm addicted to cigarettes, can I smoke here?"
"Please feel free."
The messenger came across the shredded tobacco in the silver box, a meerschaum pipe, and a small lamp.
Instead of using the good pipe, Watson tore off a piece of paper casually to meet everyone's sight, and said that the tobacco leaf was rolled up skillfully.
"Everyone laughed. This is a bad habit I learned from my boss. After I become proficient, I think the pipe is 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 this way."
There was an unhappy lord snorted coldly, and he was already impatient.
Watson smiled, didn't care, just said faintly: "If I didn't guess wrong, you have avoided me for days, maybe it's because of a certain messenger sent by the abyss?
There were already a lot of black musicians among you, but now you want to welcome them to both sides, and you can understand them when you get the price. Although I don't know the price offered by the other side, it must be quite generous.
You don’t have to be embarrassed, although this matter cannot be described in business terms, but when something has a price tag, it means there is talk.
I recently studied with an old man in charge of accounts. I have a little experience and experience. No matter what the situation is, as long as both parties have the intention, business can always be negotiated. "
He paused, and his tone became regretful: "But unfortunately, my patience has run out. So, let's be honest..."
The hand-rolled cigarette burned out and was pinched out between Watson's five fingers.
He breathed out the remaining smoke in his chest, raised his face, but his smile disappeared, his squinted eyes had been opened for some unknown time, revealing those iron-gray pupils.
The disturbing pupils stared at everyone, Watson's voice was soft:
"With all due respect, everyone here is rubbish."
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The dim twilight was illuminated by the flashing lights on the battleship.
The sea is dead and calm.
The turbulent waves swept in, but were crushed by the huge enchantment above the warship. In the calm and calm waves, the huge fleet galloped over the sea.
Everywhere I passed, everything was silent, only the sound of the wave being crushed.
Like a boulder collapsed.
The sea and sky roared.
After leaving the sea fortress, all members galloped for three days and nights. The third formation, which was given a heavy responsibility, finally passed through Burgundy’s territorial waters, penetrated into the dark world, and bypassed the long distance, riding on the ocean currents. Head towards Angru.
The flagship Helgoland, above the bridge, was silent.
The commander sat silently in his position, rubbing his command knife, uneasy. Until the signal chief reported: "Sir, in five minutes, we will pass through the yellow zone and officially enter the territorial waters of Anglo."
"Enable full frequency detection."
The commander was silent for a moment and said: "Notify the ships to prepare for war. Even if there is a sea fortress on the front battlefield to launch a general offensive, the Anglo people will never let us go straight ahead."
He paused for a moment, and squeezed the handle of the commanding knife, his eyes turned cold: "There is no need to confirm the identity of the opponent, whether it is a fishing boat or a battleship. Once in range, he will attack immediately.
Remember our mission, to give absolute destruction to those who deviate from the gods!
God did not leave mercy to them, and neither will we! "
During the communication, the captains of the battleship were silent for a moment, their wills seemed to become firm, and they responded in unison:
"The truth is with me!"
"Yes, the truth is mine."
The commander whispered softly, and after giving this order, his uneasy heart seemed to stabilize. In the sound of countless running footsteps, all warships have been warmed up and are ready.
I don't know when, even the waves have disappeared.
In the dead silence, there are only countless gyres running and the sound of steel roaring.
On the decks of all warships, sixteen enlightened musicians followed the orders in the channel and played music at the same time.
So, the fiery rays of light rose into the sky and hung high above the sky.
Sixteen burning stars shed light and illuminate everything.
The night was dispelled.
Immediately afterwards, they saw the pale wall in front of them.
It was the thick mist that enveloped the Anglo Sea area. They were dancing, thousands of feet high, like a white wall, isolating the inside and the outside. In the dim light, there was a faint outline in the fog, but it was hard to see what was hidden inside.
The commander bit his lip subconsciously, but there was a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth: "Sure enough, waiting for us here... activate our Harmony and Observation Matrix. I want to see what happened to the Angelus What is hidden in the fog!"
The roar burst out, and in the sky, the burning stars cast starlight on the mist at the same time.
The starlight is like a sword, converging into a beam, which cut the mist in an instant, leaving a deep rift. The light swept across, and the thick mist seemed to be shredded and quickly dissipated.
The steel array behind it is revealed.
Countless preheated main guns were aimed at the Asgard fleet.
That is...
"Angel Royal Fleet?!"
No need to report from the signal chief, the commander bounced from his chair, dumbfounded: "Why are the Royal Fleet here!"
At this moment, under the shining stars, on that calm sea like stagnant water, hundreds of warships have already occupied their positions and are ready for all wars.
At the same time of anger and consternation, what appeared in the commander's heart was a strong warning sign.
No...this is not right...
According to their speculation, the Anglo people will never divide their forces and seek their own deaths in the face of a three-way offensive. Indeed, as they expected, the Royal Fleet did not divide its forces.
But why are they here!
Did they give up the frontal battlefield!
Those lunatics, do they want to give away their capital? !
Time is too late for him to think.
Have not even thought of any answer, countless bright lights roared in.
The war has finally begun.
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At the same time, in the north, the territorial waters of Anglo.
Selvin heard a loud roar.
That is the sound of the turbulent ocean.
It's like being in fear.
The night is as bright as day.
The ocean is burning, and under the interference of that terrifying nature, the sea has turned into flames, and the flames rise, dispelling the thick fog, and also illuminating the silhouette of the horror that seems to be crushing the ocean and crashing forward.
That is a sea fortress.
Amidst the countless roaring melody and grandeur, that huge city of steel almost always sheds qualitative interference, turning everything around it into another world.
Across dozens of nautical miles, there is still an earth-shattering roar following the hurricane.
"It's terrible."
Above the Sovereign's bridge, Servin stared at the sea fortress and couldn't help muttering softly.
Just looking at it, I can't suppress the shaking of my hands behind his back.
The internal organs were soaked in the shadow of fear, twitching slightly, feeling the cold breath.
There was dead silence on the bridge, without speaking.
Until a long time later, the signal master made a hoarse voice: "Sir, we are about to enter the battle area."
Selvin was silent for a moment, raised his head, and looked around:
"So, you guys... are you ready to sacrifice?
We are facing a powerful enemy that is more than a hundred times stronger than us. In this battle, there is no life.
We are abandoned children, and we are not even entrusted with the hope of victory. Do you have the courage to face all this with me? Can you still face the enemy and launch an offensive? "
"Everything obeys your orders, my lord."
The first officer suddenly laughed softly, "Of course, if you lose, it's your fault. Have you written your confession?"
Selvin was taken aback, and under the leadership of the first officer, a group of people burst into laughter. Obviously walking on the road, there is a pleasant atmosphere on the bridge.
"You guys..." Servin shook his head helplessly.
If you lose, everyone will die.
Where do I need to write a confession?
The first officer stretched out his hand, took out a flat hip flask from his arms, and shook it in front of Servin, so blatantly violating the fleet's rule that alcohol is not allowed on board.
"I was going to secretly have a drink after the victory, but it seems that I have no chance now." The first officer took a sip for himself and handed out the flask: "Come on?"
"A little bit, a little bit."
Selvin laughed, raised his head, took a big sip, and suddenly felt not afraid.
If you die, you die.
Fuck it.
The hip flask is too small. Everyone on the bridge can only be allocated a small amount. If it is dead, they can only moisturize their lips. But after savoring the bitterness and alcohol stinging in their mouths, their pupils brightened, like The fire burned.
Selvin drew his commanding knife, held it high, and declared to everyone: "Then, swear to the ancestors of the past, I will fight for the kingdom to death!"
"The blood of glory cannot be defiled."
In response to the roar of the 142 generals sworn to death, the lonely steel battleship, the Sovereign, launched a deadly attack on the sea fortress!
The sharp siren sounded loudly.
It is like a horn to launch a general offensive on the battlefield.
"Only...one ship? Are you sure?"
In the command room of the sea fortress, the commander stared at the lonely enemy who was attacking him. He wanted to laugh, but couldn't laugh: "Are they teasing me?! Or is there a conspiracy?"
What tricks can there be?
Leave a ship, even if it is used to explode, not to mention hurting the sea fortress, even the defense of the warships patrolling outside the fortress can't get close!
For some reason, the situation is obviously good, but the commander feels his brain is a little bloated...
What the **** are these Anglo people thinking!
Just as the Asgardians stared in astonishment, the title of Sovereign, like a sharp blade, pierced into the alien land distorted by the sea fortress.
Since the golden light shines on the hull, the royal musician’s performance, the dragon is enveloped, like invisible wings spread out, huge power spontaneously emerges, pushing it, accelerating, accelerating, and facing countless The incoming artillery fire.
In a trance, there is a strange illusion~IndoMTL.com~It seems like the world is in turmoil.
The sharp roar of the siren sounded like a horn, and the roar resounded in all directions, echoing above the seven seas.
On the deck of the Sovereign, facing the hurricane that swept across, Selvin pulled out the command knife, stared at the glow flowing above, and whispered the secret word for activation:
"Angel hopes everyone will fulfill their duties!"
So, the seven seas roared.
The mighty melody played from the liberated alchemy matrix, in the territory of Anglu, above the sea of Anglu, pray to the emperor, leading the miracle of the past to rebirth, the arrival of the undefeated legend!
The sound of gold and iron rubbing burst out from the deep ocean.
In the sea tide that was torn apart by the Sovereign Power, there were suddenly countless undercurrents surging, sweeping, frantic etheric springs gushing out, tearing the ocean, and causing broken sails to rise from the sea.
The huge canvas quickly closed, and the emblems of the red dragon and the rose danced in the wind, hunting and hunting.
The radiance overflowing above the ocean like a **** descended on it, illuminating the huge warship emerging from the deep ocean.
The king, revenge, determination, Ramillis, Royal Oak...
In the end, the Sovereign Authority was also integrated into the glow, and the steel body trembled, rapidly changing and increasing, until finally, after more than doubled, it turned into a sharp-edged steel monster.
That is the ‘Royal Light’!
Under the blessing and permission of the lord, Sovereign has turned into the flagship of the queen's tour, the legendary royal light!
"Only serve the great and supreme emperor in this body!"
Selvin raised his command knife, pointed at the enemies ahead, and issued an attack order.
So, the silent fleet responded with a bang:
"May God bless the kingdom, my emperor bless me!")!!