"The bloody wind stirs up layers of red earth, whether the rusty city walls can withstand it, my heart is crying, crying helplessly, the story of despair, when will it end, my sincere blessings ......" Yagami Ryuzaki sang. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Su Mo looked out the window, no one knew what he was thinking, or what he was worried about.

Yagami Ryuzaki pushed Su Mo and said, "Hey, can you sing?" ”

Su Mo shook his head and refused, "I can't sing." ”

Yagami Ryuzaki didn't believe it, "This song is so famous, I don't believe you haven't heard it." ”

"Yes."

"Just listen to it, sing two sentences quickly, quickly."

Su Mo shook his head reluctantly and said, "I really can't sing." ”

"It's okay, sing it boldly, how can anyone not sing?" Yagami Ryuzaki urged.

"Then I'll try." Su Mo took a deep breath and sang: "Bless ~ killing, the only exit of life ~ is the beacon fire of counterattack, gods ~ ah, please bless me, tomorrow I can still pray for your ~ protection, tomorrow I, I can still see the sunrise ~ " Su Mo ran out of tune and ran into darkness, and the song he sang was completely unlistenable, but the sad feelings were very rich.

"Poof...... Burst...... Hahaha......" Yagami Ryuzaki laughed and beat his chest, "I didn't expect it, it's so unexpected, there are really sound idiots in the world, hahahaha......"

Surprisingly this time, Su Mo didn't beat Yashen Ryuzaki, but just sat quietly in his seat, and continued to look out the window in a daze, with something more in his eyes.

The road was very peaceful, and Su Mo was silent all the way. It's not an expressionless daze, or it's biting the left thumb and thinking about something. Yagami Ryuzaki never closed his mouth along the way, from the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, until the brave dragon fight, to catch up with the gentleman who said storytelling.

"It's here, get out of the car." Yagami Ryuzaki stopped the car and stretched out his hand to shake it in front of Su Mo's eyes.

"Where?" Su Mo looked at the calm sea in front of him and asked with a puzzled expression.

"Don't worry, the owner usually has the key." Yagami Ryuzaki took out a white card, and the pure white card was scalded with a golden pattern. On the front is a star map of the constellation Sagittarius, with the name of Yagami Ryuzaki engraved in the corner, which is in Japanese, and Su Mo can't understand it. On the back of the card is a six-pointed star, which should be said to be two overlapping six-pointed stars, which look as if they are turning. It's similar to what Su Mo saw before, except that the star map has been changed to Sagittarius, and there is an additional name.

The sea suddenly became agitated. The water tumbled upwards from the ground, as if something was about to come out. "Boom!" With the sound of breaking waves, a submarine emerged from the bottom. Traces of time can be vaguely seen on the dark submarine, which should be something of some age.

"This submarine is called U-47, a German VII.B class submarine from World War II. At that time, it was captained by Rear Admiral Gunther Prien, an ace captain of the German Nazis. He's a brilliant general. In the early hours of October 13, 1939, U-47 infiltrated the Royal Navy base Scapa Bay and sank the battleship HMS Royal Oak. In the 16 months from October 1939 to March 1941, more than 30 ships were sunk, with a total tonnage of more than 100,000. However, even the most powerful generals have their falls. On 7 March 1941, during an attack on a convoy numbered OB-293, the destroyer USS Wolf Rush was sunk, killing the captain and crew. Yagami Ryuzaki noticed Su Mo's confusion and explained.

"World War II? How many years ago was that? Why is it still here? "Su Mo doesn't remember when World War II was, time flies too fast, and history is always changing.

Yagami Ryuzaki waved his hand and said, "Don't ask me about this, I'm just looking at it, and it's not an encyclopedia." It looks like it has been repaired and remodeled. ”

Su Mo sighed and said, "It's really sad, I finally rested in peace, but I was forcibly dragged back to the battlefield by that seat." Maybe the fate of being a weapon is the battlefield. ”

"This submarine was salvaged, repaired, and sold. After passing through the hands of many people, it finally flowed into the Starfall God, and was transformed into a war weapon. Yagami Ryuzaki added.

"Are you really unforgettable?" Su Mo was so surprised that he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Yagami Ryuzaki pushed his eyes and said proudly: "I really don't forget it, don't you think I'm particularly powerful?" Don't worship me, I don't like the feeling of being crowded. ”

The door of the submarine opened, and no one came out to greet him, Su Mo glanced at Yajin Ryuzaki, as if he said, "Aren't you very powerful?" Why don't you even have someone to greet you? ”

Yagami Ryuzaki naturally noticed Su Mo's disdainful expression, and said helplessly: "You'll know what's going on when you enter."

Su Mo, under the leadership of Yagami Ryuzaki, entered the submarine, and I have to say that this old guy can still be seen from the outside for some years, but he can't see it at all from the inside. Everything is brand new, even if some of the equipment is old, but it has been repaired as new.

There was no one in the cab, only the "hum" of the machines running at high speed. It seems that it should be remotely controlled, which is convenient and safe.

Yagami Ryuzaki inserted the ID card into the card slot on the console and said, "Let's go, it won't be long before we arrive."

The studio carried a pitch-black sword box on its back and walked in the golden corridor. With red walls, golden utensils, ornate decorations, and bright candles, this is simply a royal palace.

The door at the end of the corridor suddenly opened, and it was an imposing hall. The style of Gothic luxury is vividly displayed here. Gold, precious stones, candles, the whole hall is like the main hall where the emperor receives his ministers. At the innermost part of the hall was a throne of gold and silver, and on the seat sat an old man with white hair, who gently shook the goblet in his hand, and the red liquid in the cup shone like a jewel in the light. Spirited women and handsome men are on his side, like loyal guards.

The studio didn't have the slightest fear, a polite ninety-degree bow, everything was so natural, "Things are done, everything is ready, can we start?" ”

The old man tasted the valuable red wine in his hand expressionlessly, shook his head, and said, "It's ready, but how do you want us to believe you?" Come, tell me about it. ”

"I swear in the spirit of bushido that I will do what I say, keep my promises, and if I break it, I will apologize!" The studio said solemnly.

The old man drank the red wine in the cup in one gulp, and shook the empty glass in front of the studio, "I respect your bushido spirit, but right, you are like this cup now, the wine is gone, and it is useless." ”

The studio looked calm, as if all this was expected, "I'm not just using this value, maybe you still need me." ”

"Really? I don't see where you're of any use, you can go out and kill you before I have any idea. The old man scolded.

The sword box behind the studio suddenly opened, and the six swords unfolded in a fan shape, "I think you should still need me, or you can't bear me at all." ”

The handsome man to the right of the old man suddenly drew his sword and slashed the camera. The studio squatted a half, dodged the blade of the sword, and hit the man in the abdomen with a punch, the man was in pain and retreated again and again. The studio quickly followed, and three or four punches in a row, all of which hit the man in the face.

The man stood up in embarrassment, his pupils burning with golden waves, "Damn it, I'm fighting with you." ”

The studio sneered, and the imitation artifact Hegni was instantly unsheathed. The old man just wanted to stop it, but it was too late, the man's head was already separated from his body, and the bright red blood was a little golden with hot divine blood, swaying everywhere.

"Lancelot!" The old man couldn't believe what he saw in front of him, one of the strongest trump cards of the Shadow Knight, Knight King Lancelot, was killed by a sword. Everything happened so suddenly, even if I felt uneasy, it was too late to stop it.

"Old man, do you still need me now?" The studio asked in a condescending manner. It's like a tyrannical lord interrogating his people.

Strong power is the most reliable, and only if you are strong enough, no one will dare to oppose you. Isn't that what humans are? Bullying the weak, bullying the weak and fearing the hard, because of what? It's all because power can give them unspeakable feelings, and everybody will indulge in that feeling, the feeling that I'm the rule.

The old man raised his head and looked at the studio, this time, there was something more in his gaze, part fear, more joy.

"Someone." The old man kicked Lancelot's corpse and said to the guard, "Pack this up, it's bloody all over the floor, it's dirty."

"Yes."

The studio closed the sword box and naturally sat on the sofa, "How can you think about it clearly?" Ten seconds, I'll leave without an answer, I don't mind cutting off your head on the battlefield, I just don't know if you will. "He wants to say now, you old ghost is nothing in my eyes, don't pretend to be the boss for me, killing you is just a blink of an eye.

The old man personally poured a glass of red wine and handed it to the studio, saying, "Mr. Studios is really joking, we and Mr. Studios have always been partners, where do you need it?" As the leader of the Shadow Knights, of course he can't say that he needs it, so it will be a big blow to his prestige, so he can only be cheeky like this, just see if the studio will give him a step.

"It's all a misunderstanding? If you had said it earlier, I wouldn't have killed Lord Lancelot. The studio joked.

"There are some things, obviously he is not self-sufficient, he has to provoke Mr. Studios, and being killed can only say that he deserves it." Seeing that the studio gave him steps, the old man came down by the way.

Do the weak deserve to die? Perhaps.