There was silence in the steel corridor. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The young musician stood in front of the door with a plate of plates, and looked hesitantly at the closed cabin in front of him.

Obviously, he has walked in this corridor countless times in the six years of service, and I don't know how many times he has brought dinner to those officials who have no time to go to the restaurant.

But this time, he was extremely hesitant.

It's like you're going to face some beast.

It's not an outward deterrence or verbal oppression, it's an intuition...... A sense of danger and fear that herbivores hide from predators.

He swallowed and foamed, plucked up courage, and knocked on the door.

There was silence behind the door, no one responded, but the illusion-like chill grew stronger.

He hesitated, then knocked on the door again.

This time, he froze.

Through the door in front of him, he could feel that a pair of eyes were looking at him, through the steel, the matter, and the shell, as if dragging every inch of his soul out, looking coldly.

"Please come in. ”

A deep voice sounded from behind the door, not indifferent and serious, so that he pushed the door open with one hand as if he had been pardoned, but behind the dim door, there was an inexplicable coldness in his face.

The hand holding the tray couldn't help but tremble slightly.

He saw countless slender cotton threads flying across the air.

Red, Black, White, Green......

Dense tapes, photographs, and archival leaflets are nailed to the walls, filling every inch of space, and the pushpins tug at the cotton threads, weaving them together into a vast web of intricate and intricate webs.

Desks, walls, floors, and even beds were filled with dossiers and files.

It's like a spider's nest.

The gray-haired man had his back to him, crouching in the clutter of files, staring at the countless cotton threads flying in the air, thinking about something.

Looking for the gaps in the myriad clues.

"Mr. Rommel. ”

The stunned musician lowered his head, not daring to look at it again, but whispered, "Your dinner ......"

"Just put it there, thanks. ”

Rommel pointed to the doorway, and the musician put down his plate as if he had been pardoned, and closed the door gently, only to breathe a sigh of relief when he had turned the corner of the hallway.

In the silent room, Rommel seemed to be transformed into a stone statue, silently thinking.

"It's too much. ”

In the darkness, a sighing voice sounded, and the emaciated middle-aged man came out of nowhere, holding a cold dinner, clutching a fork in his hand, eating his dinner unceremoniously, and muttering in his mouth:

"You don't even look at the dinner that people kindly brought you...... Moreover, after coming to the sea fortress for so many days, he locked himself in his room and rummaged around, looking at pictures of the same man.

Hey, you know what?

In Asgard, if your room is plastered with pictures of men, it only means you're a......"

"Are the guards of the Golden Palace as verbose as you?"

Rommel didn't ask rhetorically: "If you want to go out, go by yourself, whatever you want, Schwartz, as long as you don't disturb me." ”

"That's not going to work. ”

Schwartz shrugged: "After all, the duty lies. ”

In Asgard's army, when the musician exists as a commander, he will be equipped with his own escort, once he enters the war tense, he eats and lives together 24 hours a day, and the distance between each other is never more than ten meters, so as to prevent assassination and accidents to the greatest extent.

Although it was not necessary for a scepter like Rommel, the old musician sent him a guard of the Golden Palace before leaving.

After a long period of training and concoction, these knights selected from the entire Asgardian army became incognito, eliminated all household registration and intelligence, and became the guards of the Golden Palace.

For hundreds of years, they have been responsible for the safety of emperors and dignitaries, and have been hailed as the best guards in the world, while ...... Also the best assassin.

In addition to conservation tasks, they also do dirty work for their masters that cannot be put on the table.

Loyal, diligent, and fearless of death.

It's a pity that there are so many advantages, but they can't cover up a flaw, the goods assigned to Rommel...... He's a chatterbox.

"But what the hell have you been doing after all this time?" Schwartz scratched his slightly curly black hair, squatted at the door to finish eating, plucked Rommel, and asked, "Unrequited love?"

"I'm thinking. ”

Rommel stirred the cold coffee in his cup, but his gaze did not change, staring at the blurry or clear photographs on the wall from beginning to end.

Look at the white-haired young man, look at him with dark eyes.

"'Think' like Ye Qingxuan. ”

Schwartz shook his head: "Is it necessary? Study an opponent, why study yourself as a?"

"For an enemy like Ye Qingxuan, no matter how cautious you are, you should be. ”

Rommel said lightly: "Can you imagine a man who can go from an apprentice to a scepter, to control a natural disaster, from an exile to a shadow emperor of a country, from an unbeliever to an archbishop of the Order, and from a Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition...... He's a miracle, Schwartz, a frightening miracle. ”

He stared at the photo and looked at Ye Qingxuan.

"You see, this guy's face is smiling at all times...... It was as if the misery of this world was like dust to him.

Even if you are dressed in human skin, no matter how gentle and elegant you are, you can feel it...... He's a monster, an inhuman thing.

If you look into his eyes, you will feel that all your efforts are in vain, and that everything about yourself is nothing compared to the miracles that have happened to him.

It's not ...... reasonable."

Snap.

The metal spoon broke into the coffee cup.

Rommel finally looked away, turned his head in silence, and looked at Schwartz: "I've been thinking...... Why does such a thing exist in this world?"

"How do I know?"

Schwartz shrugged: "It's your job to think, do you expect a bodyguard to give you ideas?"

Rommel laughed self-deprecatingly.

He took one last look at the picture on the wall and lowered his eyes.

"I don't think God would allow such a thing to exist in this world. ”

He picked up the cold coffee, drank it all, chewed the broken iron of the spoon, and whispered:

"Schwartz, I'm going to kill him. ”

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When the sirens sounded, Rommel finally left his room and appeared on the bridge of the sea fortress.

Compared to other warships, the bridge of the fortress is so large that it is almost like the city hall of a certain city, and it is divided into several floors, the lowest level is the messenger running back and forth, holding the warrants and approvals issued by the staff on the second floor to various parts of the fortress, and the third floor is the real command center.

The old commander saw Rommel, beckoned to him, and explained the situation: "Mr. Rommel, we have entered the northern seas, and I am afraid that we are expected to make official contact with the Royal Anglo fleet soon.

The reason why I asked you to come here is that I hope you can sit in the center and be able to respond at any time. Please worry about the following. ”

"It's a matter of duty. ”

Rommel bowed, looked up at the map projected in mid-air, pondered for a moment, and then frowned: "Is it a fog made by the Anglos? No, it can't be that simple...... What's in the fog?"

"The cup of virtue. ”

The commander replied coldly: "They violated international conventions and poisoned the entire North Sea." We've opened the filter enchantment. I'm afraid that in the next few days, all our seafarers will have to breathe in protective suits. ”

Unlike the anger of others, Rommel was confused:

"Is that all?"

"Huh?"

"No, nothing. ”

Rommel shook his head, but he always felt a little dazed in his heart, and always felt that he was missing something.

The sound of reports kept coming.

After accelerating, the steel city on the sea burst into a roar, opening up the ocean, removing the huge rift from the tide and moving forward slowly like a giant.

The thick fog seemed to have been cut through by the hurricane.

As the roar spread, the toxin-filled mist vibrated as well. With the loud sound of steel grinding, dozens of sluices located throughout the fortress opened, and huge warships spread out from them, forming formations and spreading out in all directions.

The preheating of the wheel part has been completed, the commissioning of the main gun has been completed, and all the members of the power department are in place......

All the human beings seemed to have turned into blood, striding through the fortress, making its empty heart beat, and slowly awakening the entire silent fortress.

It's coming to life!

And Rommel kept his head down, silent, deaf to the sounds outside, just pensive, staring at the map on the wall.

Ponder.

Ponder.

Think like Ye Qingxuan.

In a trance, a flash of lightning pierced his consciousness, and his shoulder shook, and he suddenly raised his head.

"Turn on all detections!"

He shouted to the commander, and the hoarse voice broke the solemn silence on the bridge, causing everyone to turn back in astonishment: "Turn on all the sounding co-rhythms, and organize the Apocalypse musicians to perform a large symphony with Lord Klein!"

On the top floor of the bridge, the old man standing in the front row turned his head, glanced at the commander, and then at him.

"Although the Enlightenment Musicians of the various departments are already in place, but Lord Rommel, if I transfer all the staff, will it be a little too early? Even if I am the scepter, I am afraid I will not be able to bear it for too long. ”

"Trust me, Mr. Klein. ”

Rommel gnawed at his nails and stared at the projection map: "Here he is!

Klein looked at the captain and sat down in his place after the commander bowed his head, closing his eyes.

The massive steel fortress suddenly burst into a roar, and countless buildings rose and fell like piano keys. In the midst of the organ's mighty melody, the scepter emerged from the void and hung high above the fortress's vault.

Elements revealed.

A blurred eye emerged from the scepter's shadow, slowly opened, and looked ahead, and a ray of light broke through the fog, as if to make everything transparent.

It was the left eye of Odin, the god of natural disasters.

Get a glimpse of the truth of all things.

Following that light, you can glimpse the sea surface behind the fog, the waves below the sea surface, and even the dead seabed thousands of meters below, the dead fish bones in the coral.

The light swept around, and in an instant, the one-eyed had swept around the entire fortress, looking around.

Nothing.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Rommel with strange eyes. Only Rommel was unaware, just staring at the map, subconsciously biting his nails, his teeth gnawing at the dead skin from his index finger, and blood dripping from under the cracked skin.

Soon, the light looked hundreds of nautical miles away and locked on the direction of the Royal Fleet.

"At least not in vain. ”

Clein, who presided over the scepter, relieved Rommel and smiled: "It's good to be vigilant. ”

Rommel didn't speak, just withdrew his gaze in disappointment.

Even Klein couldn't hold up such a large area of detection, and after locking the direction of the Royal Fleet, the left eye of the hanging god withdrew his gaze, and before the music dissipated, he made one last round of detection of the fortress.

On the right side of the fortress, where the eyes were around, the dense fog that had been empty suddenly trembled, revealing a silhouette that made everyone stunned.

In an instant, Klein's scepter suddenly fell, and under the gaze of his pupils, the mask of water vapor was cut open by an invisible blade, revealing the floating warship behind him.

At some point, it bypassed the detection of the fortress and approached such a terrifying distance!

Literally, it's so close!

"What the hell!"

The commander rose from his chair, his face grim.

In the shrill siren, the pitch-black warship that came out of nowhere seemed to notice the revelation of its tracks, slowly turned its direction, and aimed at the center of the fortress, and the dark main gun chamber was already lit up with a dazzling light.

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