Chapter 539: Diving into the Abyss (2)

"It's so quiet, what is the engine of this thing made of, weishenme has no sound?" asked Pasiva curiously.

Tristan ignored Pasiva, the structure of the submarine belonged to the military secrets of the merfolk clan, so he would not tell outsiders.

Seeing that Tristan didn't say anything, Merlin couldn't help but analyze: "I'm afraid there is no engine at all, the entire ship is controlled by runes, and while receiving instructions, they release momentum magic together to push the entire ship forward." "Is this okay?" Pasiva was stunned, "Every brick and tile of this ship is a thruster?" "It's not just thrusters," Merlin studied the runes on the walls of the submarine, "Judging by the structure of these runes, it seems that they also affect the rise and fall of the ship." There are at least three sets of magic runes here, including the creation magic, the momentum magic, and the most basic defensive enchantment" At this time, Tristan finally couldn't hold it back. Merlin would have said this any more, and the secrets of the submarine would be revealed, and he would be in front of this large group of Pantoraken knights.

"Well," Tristan excused, "why don't you wait in the break room, I'll let you know when I'm about to arrive." Merlin had intended to do a tirade and explain to Pasiva how the whole submarine worked. Interrupted by Tristan like this, of course, the ** division was displeased: "Okay." See you later, young people. "Wait, Master Mage—" Paciva clung to it like a bee seeing honey, striding out of the control room.

"Huhu, saved. Evan looked bored, he was afraid that Merlin would be nagging there, but he didn't dare to interrupt for fear of offending the ** teacher. Tristan did what Ivan wanted to do but didn't dare to do, and the half-dragon boy felt a vague sense of gratitude in his heart.

"Don't look at me. You go and rest, too. Tristan said.

"Uh, I'm staying here. My Eagle Eye ability may be able to help keep an eye on the way," Tristan grimaced, "It's safe now, go rest." You will be summoned before you reach Romani territory. Being ordered like this, Ivan couldn't help but be full of fire. But this is indeed Tristan's ship, and here you can only listen to the fish-man prince. Ivan suppressed the fire in his stomach and walked towards the exit of the control room: "Okay, I'll go sleep for a while." If there is any emergency, remember to call me. Tristan waved his hand to signal Ivan to hurry away, which made the half-dragon boy even more angry, and strode away.

The Fish-Man Prince quickly glanced at the rest of the control room for Constantine, Elaine, Ryder, Lianyin, and Bedeville.

"It's going to go well, right?" asked Constantine, uneasy.

"Yes. Tristan set his eyes on Lianyin. The Lady of Partimore was looking thoughtfully at Bedeville beside her.

"We have two mages who can use teleportation. If there is any emergency, it is a big deal to teleport and escape together. Tristan said that what appeared to be an answer to Constantine, but it was actually said to Elaine, the white bear, who was trembling with fear.

"So, get ready, don't leave half of Lianyin along the way, okay?" Tristan was worried about Constantine and Elaine, two guys who were completely incapable of fighting. If it weren't for Ivan's insistence, the Fish-Man Prince wouldn't have planned to let the two teenagers get on board.

"He's right, everything will be fine. Lianyin tried to comfort the two teenagers in a gentle tone, "Now, will you come with me to the lounge?" I think you'll love the blueberry cake served by the merfolk, it's delicious." Lianyin winked at Bediwell, then led the two teenagers out of the control room. The control room quickly fell silent, except for a group of merfolk who were focused on controlling the submarine, and the idler Bediwell.

"I think it's time for me to go," Bediwell saw that the atmosphere here was a little solemn, and hurriedly grabbed his tail and tried to escape.

"Bedi," Tristan stopped, "would you like to see the ship's power room? "Well, didn't the mage just say that this ship doesn't have a power furnace," the werewolf boy asked incredulously, he had a hunch.

"Anyway, follow me. Tristan had already come to Bediwell with a straight face, as if he was not going to let the werewolf boy go.

"Okay, okay," Bediwell said in agreement, seeing that the situation was already difficult.

Tristan gave him a "this way, please" look and walked to the left exit of the control room. The large "No Entry" sign on the door glowed faintly red, as if to warn Bediwell.

The werewolf boy swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stubbornly followed.

At the same time, the easternmost line of defense of Germania, Prague.

"What? How many enemy troops did you say?!" the celestial knight Parin Lorre reacted in surprise no less than the other two Germanic generals, who both thought they had misheard.

"Five, five hundred and sixty thousand," the herald repeated tremblingly, "and they are all elite soldiers who drive golems" "It's nonsense." If the orcs had such a large number of troops, they would have taken them out to level the glorious region a long time ago, and what were they doing there for so long?" said one of the Germanic generals disdainfully.

"Nope. Palin Lore had just put down the telescope in his hand at this time, and he handed it to the general: "You better take a look at this." The general took the telescope in disbelief and looked into the distance from the castle walls.

About 500 kilometers away, a large group of black oppressive things were surging.

It was a team of wolf golems, great ape golems, and giant scorpion golems. There were more than 200,000 wolf golems alone, not to mention the giant ape golems that were a hundred feet tall and kneeling one by one, moving slowly with their legs and forearms.

These golems were all enveloped in a burst of black aura, and their bodies exuded an evil aura. They are not something that ordinary soldiers can fight against, and each golem requires a trained knight to deal with.

With the current strength of the Germans, it is obviously impossible to deal with such an army of golems. Even if the entire Germanic army were to be dispatched, it would probably be—"We are dead." General Germain exclaimed, his telescope already falling to the ground, and the lens shattered.