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It didn't take long for the deck to be filled with cheers, and a huge land mass appeared at the end of the sky. Directly opposite is the destination of the fleet, located in the port of Queenstown, Ireland.

Here, the fleet will briefly anchor to join up with the evacuated Bloodline members before setting sail again via the North Atlantic route west to New York.

Seeing dozens of fighting fleets on the sea, cities on the mainland hurriedly sounded the alarm. However, both sides of the war ignored the eviction warnings from the city and rushed to the port ahead.

The sea breeze is sitting, the waves are stormy, and the wind brings the breath of blood and gunsmoke.

This sea chase continued for several days, and the two sides launched fierce attacks and killings with warplanes, artillery, and torpedo weapons, and the ships were full of marks of being bombed and torn apart.

On the hull, dozens of mechanical engineers wearing power exoskeletons are efficiently repairing the ship. The hook and six mechanical arthropods that can be firmly attached to the hull allow them to swim freely on the hull like spiders, as if they were walking on the ground.

Fighter planes circled and dived over the fleet, and the long-range missiles launched exploded on the surface of the sea at close range, splashing water 10 meters high, covering the face, drenching the busy people on the deck.

On the deck, the Daywalker warriors were half-crouched on the ground, their faces resolute. They wore standard exoskeletons and special steel hooks under their feet, firmly grasping the deck, allowing everyone to walk on the ground in the stormy seas.

The ground-to-air bazooka on their shoulders, with the assistance of the "Dugu Nine" tactical glasses, was firmly aimed at the fighter circling in the air.

Boom... Boom... Boom...

Surface-to-air rocket launchers were launched one after another, dragging white smoke and firing fiercely at their respective targets. The enhancement of the neural reaction speed given by the micro-life martial arts enhancement, combined with the powerful computing power of the tactical assistance glasses, makes the tactical evasion of the air fighter look extremely weak.

The bazookas and main battle tank guns in the hands of the Daywalker warriors have become the hook and chain of death. From time to time in the sky, warplanes were hit by shells, torn into several pieces in a storm of exploding flames.

On the deck, the Assamai Blood Patriarch watched in amazement as he fought fiercely on the sea and in mid-air. In this modern maritime guerrilla warfare, the two sides did not engage in close combat, only suppressed firepower and range like a storm.

The fleet in the rear gathered four ancestors of the blood clan, and on the side of the Daywalker, except for Helena, whose strength was unfathomable, the bloodline strength of the other Daywalker warriors was only at the level of the elite members of the family.

But when it comes to control and killing the battlefield, any one of the Daywalker warriors surpasses the powerful clan ancestors.

He even witnessed a powerful Makavi who was famous among the Bloods accidentally fall into a rocket attack, and was torn to shreds in the heavy shelling, and finally disappeared.

The outcome and method of such a battle were completely unimaginable to him in the past.

Of course, such an outcome seemed logical to Helena.

On the side of the Ancient Blood Clan, a strong blood clan with strong individual combat power, in the ocean battlefield deliberately selected by the daywalkers, he was suppressed by firepower and range, and his combat power was insignificant.

The other ships were numerous, but they were all rabble. The different fleets are independent of each other and lack effective command and coordination.

On the contrary, the Daywalker fleet came prepared, with super-large guns powerful enough to kill in one shot, and an anti-aircraft firepower network formed by the Daywalker rocket anti-aircraft infantry, with efficient repair and endurance.

With the arrival of the Daywalker fleet, the cities on the continent boiled, and the cities rang out with non-stop gunfire and fire.

The Daywalker warriors, lurking in the city, joined the fleeing BloodClan in attacking the defenders of the harbor and seized control of the harbor.

In the harbor, a flare rises into the sky and explodes into a blood-colored flame in the air. Helena stood steadily on the deck, looking into the distance, her red lips slowly curling in a seductive arc.

Several ships set sail in the harbor, loaded with Daywalker warriors and surviving exiled Blood, converging on the Daywalker fleet several kilometers away.

On the sea, the Daywalker fleet slowly stopped, and the three battleships lined up one after another, forming a stubborn formation, and the super-large caliber main guns and rocket launchers rang out, blocking the sea and air.

On deck, biologists from the Giovanni tribe are busy making final preparations. Buckets of blood and whale shark biotin specially made by the Giovanni Family Institute of Biology were dumped into the seawater, creating blood-colored waves on the surface.

Hundreds of huge whale sharks circled around the fleet, forming a formidable huge inky black whirlpool.

Helena stretched out her hand, and the sharp dagger slashed at her wrist, and a drop of verdant blood oozed from her snow-white skin and dripped into the sea.

The seawater then boils, and the blood firmament organism virus contained in the blood absorbs the blood and energy in the seawater, and the chain of exponential division and multiplication occurs, and the cyan blood light spreads rapidly visible to the naked eye.

Hundreds of sharks melted like ice and snow in the blood light, contaminated, decomposed, devoured by the virus, and turned into a part of the blood light, turning the clear sea around the fleet into a huge blue-red blood lake with a radius of nearly a kilometer.

In the blink of an eye, the force of blood appeared like a heavy mist, enveloping the sea in a radius of blue and red blood mist.

The blood mist permeated the surroundings of every Daywalker warrior, and with every breath of the warrior, this bloody, pure, and seductive power sank into the blood.

The power of the Blood Sky Virus is above all else, and the power of blood spreads rapidly, whether it is a daywalker who has completed the transformation or a traditional Corvinas bloodline, the blood of the young warrior quickly boils.

Under the cover of the Blood Mist, the Daywalker Warriors managed to set up decks between the ships, transferring the Exiled BloodClan to the Daywalker fleet in an orderly manner.

Helena stood peacefully on the deck, the force of blood that permeated her breath and responded to her mind. From time to time, rockets and artillery shells rang out like the thunder of war drums.

Then her eyes pierced through the blood mist and looked across from her. Deculla, the first progenitor of the Bruch, carefully commanded the fleet, patrolling around it, and warplanes took off from the deck and circled.

"Traitor, die!" A fighter plane swooped desperately, detonating a large-yield bomb on board in mid-air, and the fuselage burned violently, turning into a small cloud of sun, pressing towards the blood mist below.

At this moment, almost everyone could not open their eyes, and at this moment, he was responded to by a howl of excitement that could not be heard by human ears.

The blue-red blood mist pounced on it like life, and the Blood Sky Virus frantically absorbed the heat energy and mechanical kinetic energy of the explosion, and rapidly grew and multiplied. In the next instant, the sun went out, and the blue-red blood mist thickened a little thicker again.

Dracula, the first ancestor of the Ruhe tribe, witnessed all this, and such a powerful and novel power, like the purest and sweetest blood, aroused a fiery longing in his heart.

The pure blood force also attracted endless sea creatures, and at this moment, countless strange beasts moved with it, and the ocean fell into madness.

In the depths of the ocean, where humans have never reached, hides a huge city hidden deep underwater. Untouched by the sea, the city is resplendent and full of traffic, and it is the underwater country of Atlantis.

On the throne of the palace in the center of the city, a sturdy man holding a trident held his forehead in one hand, thoughtfully. At the moment when the blood mist appeared, in the darkness, he opened his eyes, revealing blue erect pupils.