In the depths of the endless sea, a "small island" nearly 2,000 meters long and 500 meters wide is rising and falling in a storm.

Despite the storm, there are still many fires burning on the island, and the rain cannot be extinguished.

Unlike ordinary islands, this island is surrounded by steel walls, and the most scattered on the island is not a forest, but a cylindrical tower like an alchemy tower.

In the center of the island, on a black lighthouse nearly 100 meters long, the huge fortress cannon looked up at the night sky fiercely.

Under the black tower, more than a dozen one-person-high metal pipes, like shackles, wrap the entire island.

More than 20 magic crystal spaceships, braving the storm, are firing water-attribute magic bullets and are extinguishing fires.

The light blue magic bullet hit the burning gas pipe, and a large amount of water vapor instantly rose from the red pipe, and seeing that the fire was extinguished, the mechanic who had been waiting for a long time hurriedly stepped forward and poured the molten steel liquid on the breach of the gas pipe.

"Next! Hurry aboard!"

Two cables were thrown off the magic crystal spaceship, and the two mechanics held their right hands, hooked the cable with one leg, and gestured towards the magic crystal spaceship in the air, and the magic crystal spacecraft slowly rose and flew towards another fire point not far away.

In the war room of the central lighthouse, forty-five-year-old Captain André opened his arms and poured another large sip of extraordinary whiskey, holding a pipe without a trace of spark.

In the entire gold-class fleet, only this "Bicrady" is still standing in the ocean, and none of the thirty black iron warships under the jurisdiction of the silver fleet in charge of the broken off are spared.

Half a year ago, Andrei sent some signs of unusual activities of the Sea Tribes back to St. Trite, and received an order that "there is no such thing, and no unauthorized entry into the Sea Tribe's area".

Now that the evil consequences have appeared, the army of the Sea Clan must have driven into the vicinity of the lighthouse outpost.

"Hey!"

Andrei sighed, the powerful fleet of 50,000 coast guards has less than 30,000 people left.

The Sea Clan had been preparing for a surprise attack on the Golden Fleet, and at the expense of a mermaid royal clan, they infiltrated the "Bicrates" and tempted the chief officer of the combat communication room, and the entire twenty conch conchs turned into fragments.

lost contact with St. Trite, and was surrounded and suppressed by the three major legions of the Sea Clan.

The only direction in which there is no enemy, only the east remains.

Frontal naval battles, assisted by other fleets, the "Bicrates" is a strategic-class weapon.

But after the silver and black iron fleet of the escort was eaten away, the "Bicrates" was a fat piece floating on the sea.

As long as the sea tribe smells the fragrance, it is eager to come up and take a bite.

A hundred years ago, the first battle of the "Bicrates" became a nightmare for the Sea Tribe.

Hit by a fortress-level magic crystal cannon, the combat power of the ninth-order holy rank can be seriously injured or killed, without exception.

Slightly rubbed by the beam of magic elements, the Holy Rank that has not blessed the body of steel will also be hated.

Since he was promoted to lieutenant general, Andrei has served on this gold-class battleship, and looking at the fire everywhere, even the torrential rain can't extinguish it, the fire in his heart is even stronger.

"Only by escaping all the way to the east wind and finding the legendary golden passage can we return to the lighthouse outpost surrounded by the Sea Clan army, and only then can we hope to return to St. Trite and see my grown daughter again!"

Rubbing the memory crystal in his hand, the magic power stored in it has long been exhausted, even if he only needs a small piece of primary magic crystal, he can see the voice and smile of his wife and daughter again.

Andre picked up the magic crystal several times, and finally put it down fiercely, a primary magic crystal, put it in the magic crystal gun, maybe it can kill a few low-level sea beasts.

Not just Andre, but almost everyone in Saint-Trite did not consider the Sea Clan a threat.

In the open-air gladiatorial arena next to Freedom Square, will there be a so-called sea clan powerhouse on stage, but which time is it not killed by a human race powerhouse?

There were only those dense and terrifying sea beasts, and Andrei's hands trembled every time he thought about it.

He was only in his forties, but fortunately, although he was a high-ranking member of the Sea Guard, his knowledge of the Sea Clan's war was limited to books and some precious memory crystals.

It was the first time he had really faced the war between the two clans!

Thinking back to the black iron battleship of one or two hundred meters, it was absorbed by a giant octopus sea beast and dragged to the bottom of the sea, as long as the thick tentacles were rolled up, even the steel chimney of the battleship could be twisted.

He clearly remembered that a young captain he had a good eye on was swept into the air and instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist.

"I'm Andrei, I'm the supreme commander of this fleet! I can't be cowardly! I'm going home with more than 20,000 young people! Woo woo!"

A man in his forties pulled up the wet brown curls on his head, hugged the wine bottle and cried bitterly.

Andre hails from a small fishing village in the free city-state of South County, and more than a dozen of his personal guards are all juniors he brought out of the fishing village.

As the most promising military position in the free city-state, the air guard is the best and fastest of all the military branches.

The "Bicrates" has two air guard regiments, each with fifty magic crystal ships.

In the earlier naval battles, the Magic Crystal Spaceship, as Andre's only dominant military branch, was of course used very thoroughly.

What made Lieutenant General Andre collapse was that more than a dozen personal guards drove the spaceship fiercely, and after draining the reserves of the magic crystal cannon, they directly rushed into the sea clan army and slaughtered on a large scale.

Andre knew what those juniors thought, if he could block the Sea Clan army for a second, he would be able to buy Andre a second of time to break through.

"You guys are so stupid, if the Air Guard runs out of magic crystals, they can leave the battlefield, this is what the Grand Duke personally wrote into the battle code!"

"It's all my fault, if it weren't for the fact that I didn't want to figure out the movements of the Sea Clan, I wouldn't have fallen into the trap!!"

As the supreme commander of the entire fleet, is Andrei wrong? You must know that on the sea, there is a magic crystal ship reconnaissance, and the chance of falling into a trap is very small.

But how inadequate was the preparation of the Sea Clan army to pull the "Bicalrates" to the bottom of the sea in order to fight a war?

The mid-level water magic skill "Fog Filling" can hide the movement of the Sea Clan, not to mention that no Sea Clan army will be stupidly marching on the surface of the sea and being seen by your ship.

Therefore, when the signal came from the huge sentient stone plate on the "Bicrates", an encounter between the two clans was inevitable.

The huge octopus sea beast of the seventh order couldn't even use the fortress cannon, and a salvo of more than a dozen magic crystal spaceships left only a bare head for the octopus.

But none of the sea guards who fell into the sea came out of the sea.

The guards outside the war room stood straight, but there were two tears on their black and red faces, encircling and suppressing dozens of pirates and killing dozens of people, which could make them sad for a long time, and it can be seen that thousands of companions and comrades-in-arms were buried in the mouths of sea beasts, they have forgotten their sadness, and only remember the bitterness that crossed the corners of their mouths.

The storm raged all night and stopped abruptly at dawn.

The howl of wolves echoed throughout the night in the war room, but when the sun rose, the majestic Captain André stood in front of the railing outside the lighthouse, picking up his binoculars to see where he was headed.

Standing here, almost everyone on the "Bicratics" could see the tall and tall Vice Admiral Andrei.