To the sound of the drums of the fiddler festival, the ocean roars. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Dozens of sea tides were pulled up from the dead sea out of thin air, and 10,000 tons of seawater fell and rose, rubbing against each other, making a loud sound like iron.

World shaking.

In the midst of the observation, the Sovereign sent a signal of attack, and launched a final attack against the rising tide.

After the Sovereign, the six remaining battleships were silent for a moment, and then waved their flags in the direction of Avalon.

"I would like to pave the way to victory for you with this example. ”

"Anglo Immortal!"

"Anglo Immortal!"

"Anglo Immortal !!"

In that blazing light, the battleship's engines were fully open, overloaded, and the whistle whistled like a steel monster roaring one after another, following the monarch's power, galloping towards the mighty tide.

And at that moment, in the silence of Avalon, a low bell rang.

It's like a low command.

This was followed by a loud crack in the rock.

It's like a landslide.

Loud and loud noises burst out from the depths of the ocean, setting off layers of waves, one after another.

In the sudden and terrifying hurricane, terrible turmoil rose from the deep sea and spread to all sides.

The low chimes of the bell spread in all directions, and everywhere it passed, around Avalon, the silent twenty or so satellite islands burst into a harmonious melody.

In peacetime, some of them are temporary ports, some are settlements, some are commercial docks, and some are military forbidden places. After entering the wartime state, everything was evacuated and turned into a bare, dead desert island.

But now, they are ringing bells, answering the call from Avalon.

In the echo of the bells, countless trees that had grown for many years were shattered out of thin air, the heavy rocks fell apart and shattered, and the massive earth and rocks were shaken off by the islands in the shock.

The road broke and disappeared.

The building collapsed and fell apart.

The port was turbulent and sank into the sea.

Eventually, a terrifying glow lit up from above the island.

The leylines buried in the deep sea have been activated, and countless torrents of aether have poured in, and they have been greedily devoured by the awakened monsters, trickling down.

Huge quantities of earth were petrified into the sea, causing large swaths of the sea to become turbid, and dust and ash rose to the sky, where they were blown away by hurricanes, revealing the true face of chaos.

Of the twenty-four satellite islands, ten have disappeared.

Instead, there were ten blazing rays of the sun!

For hundreds of years, the alchemical matrix that had been sleeping in the deepest part of the island had been awakened, drawing on the vast torrent of aether supplied by the power of the Anglo nation, playing a rousing movement and manifesting itself.

That's a warship!

Each ship exudes terrifying aether fluctuations!

Not like a product of the modern era, but like an antique kept in a museum, they even carried old-fashioned sails, and the weapons they carried were nothing more than bed crossbows and whale hunting cannons, which were long outdated, but at the moment everyone in Avalon couldn't help but cheer and scream.

They themselves are the history of Angrew, the past of Angru, the great achievements engraved in history, the indelible glory of this country!

Rumble!

The sea was turbulent, as if the whole thing had been completely frozen.

All the sea was out of the hands of the demons, no longer flowing, and was completely frozen by the invisible force.

On top of the flagship of the fleet, Selwin, who had already had a will to die, jumped up, leaned on the porthole, and stared blankly at the silhouette of the battleship like a pillar of the sea.

Unbelievable.

"It can't be!"

He whispered, "Crown, vengeance, determination, magnificence, ruler, reaper, piercing, arbiter, punisher...... It's ......"

"Selwyn, it's not time for you to die. ”

A voice from Avalon rang out from the flagship: "Anglo still needs you to keep fighting. ”

"Marquis Lancelot, this is ...... The First Royal Fleet mothballed?"

Selwyn stared at their figures, dancing in ecstasy: "Each one is actually a Legendary-class battleship...... Do they really exist?

I knew! I knew! King Arthur's legendary fleet that conquered the Seven Seas really existed!"

The First Royal Navy Fleet, the glorious fleet that has been inscribed in history!

The undefeated legend of King Arthur!

Each of them is a legendary warship far beyond the imagination of the world, reclaiming the seas from the Leviathan, carving out the territory of Anglo, and once dominating the great existence of the seas!

Everyone thought that this was nothing more than a myth and legend left over from the Dark Ages, but they never thought they existed!

Seeing the legend become a reality, the ecstatic Selwyn couldn't help but dance:

"God bless Anglo, God bless !!Marquis Lancelot, are we going to counterattack?"

There was a long silence on the other end of the communication, and after a long time, Lancelot replied hoarsely:

"No, Selwin, we're retreating. ”

Selwin froze.

Outside the porthole, the shadow of the warship like the scorching sun had swayed slightly, as if it was slowly dissipating.

"What's going on?"

Selwin turned around and asked, "This is obviously a great opportunity to win, Your Excellency! As long as we attack once, we will be able to reap unprecedented victories! Why retreat!"

He asked, "Why?"

"I'm sorry, Selwin, legends are just legends after all. ”

Lancelot sighed, "The 'First Royal Fleet' is a sealed relic belonging to Stein's Chamber Zero.

Its flagship, the Dreadnought, and the Queen's Throne ship, the Royal Light, are both part of the Holy Grail of Doom and are themselves the final defensive front of Anglo.

If you want to transfer, you must get the triple permission of the empress, the minister in charge of the seal, and the sword bearer, and then you can transfer it with the national seal and the sword in the stone......

I have already exceeded my authority by starting rashly, and the Royal Fleet that responds to orders is not even more than half, and they will not obey my command, and they can barely have a deterrent effect. ”

A violent cough sounded, and Lancelot's voice became hoarse: "Retreat, Selwin, don't let my efforts go to waste." We must preserve our vitality and not endure more sacrifices. ”

Selwyn gritted his teeth in silence, staring at the phantom of the sea. After a long time, he threw the crushed heather pipe in his hand on the ground, and all his strength seemed to have gone.

"Retreat. ”

He ordered in a low voice, not wanting to see the battle at sea again.

"I have requisitioned all the ships in port, and someone will soon come to meet you. Lancelot's voice came, "Later, don't come back, after joining up with the port of Dunkirk and the fleet, go straight away." ”

"Them?"

Selwyn was stunned, and shivered all over his body: "Where are you going?" Marquis Lancelot, are you going to ......?"

"Give up Avalon. ”

Lancelot uttered his most fearful conjecture: "Avalon is no longer able to withstand the Scourge and we must move the capital to Birmingham." ”

"Are you crazy!" Lancelot!!

Selwyn roared, his face flushed, "Do you,, know what you're talking about! There has never been such a disgrace since the founding of Anglo in hundreds of years! Avalon is the city of glory that our ancestors sacrificed so far, do you want to give it up to the natural scourge! You will be hanged on the traitor's gate!

"If you are hanged, you will be hanged. ”

Lancelot's voice was indifferent: "Selwyn, someone must take on this responsibility, and I have been mentally prepared for this. Don't worry, I'll stay here and be buried with this city.

But you can't die senselessly here, and this country deserves a brighter future.

I now, entrust this future into your hands, Selwin, and if you want me to plead with you, then I beg you, to go to Birmingham.

Please reorganize your army there and go and endure the suffering and suffering with this country.

One day, you will be able to come back again.

I firmly believe that. ”

Selwyn froze.

"Lancelot, you ......"

"Half an hour ago, I ordered the people to retreat, and soon, the last living forces will leave here by boat, and I hope you will escort them through this lightless sea. ”

"Half an hour? It's too short! There are so many people in Avalon, how can such a rush be enough time to evacuate!"

"How much can be withdrawn, how much. ”

Lancelot's calm reply was full of coldness, "That's all we can do." ”

End of communication.

Selwin slumped in his chair, breathing in the hot air blowing from the temperature control matrix, only feeling suffocated. The internal organs and hands were twitching, and I wanted to vomit, but I couldn't.

Just raised his eyes and stared at the burning Avalon.

Just looking at it, I couldn't hold back my tears.

This is the city where his ancestors fought, the city of miracles that countless people have sung and praised.

Now, it will be ruined in its own hands.

It's true...... Does it have to be that way?

Soon, hurried footsteps sounded outside the bridge, and a seaman walked in quickly, whispering in his ear: "Sir, there is a representative of the Hall family who wants to see you." ”

"The Hall family?"

Selwyn was stunned for a moment, then realized, frowned, walked out the door, and saw the musician who had ventured to land on the deck after crossing the barrier with the passage rules of the military headquarters.

"I am here on behalf of the Hall family, Mr. Selwyn. ”

The middle-aged man bowed and saluted, "The Hall family is willing to support you in the next retreat and help you complete your mission. I only hope that you will be able to show a small mercy in the transfer. ”

The musician, representing the top of the noble lineage of Avalon, paused, and his voice condensed into a line, ringing in Selwin's ears:

"Ten slots, sir, we need ten slots to ensure that the members of our family can evacuate from here in advance. We are willing to pay any price for this. ”

Selwyn was silent.

But then, one after another aether fluctuations crossed the war-filled sea, and fell on the deck in embarrassment against the attack of natural disasters.

"Lord Selwyn......"

"I am ......"

One by one, the musicians stepped forward and surrounded him.

Soon, in the midst of the cacophony of sounds, a person squeezed into the core.

"Sir, the representative of my Field family. ”

The soaking old man took out a handwritten letterhead from his bosom: "Just now, the noble chief has agreed to marry us and cooperate with us. Please make sure you have a place for us. Until the family has completed the talks, please do not agree to any other conditions. ”

Selwyn silently borrowed the letter and tore it open, seeing the familiar handwriting.

"You need two ships?"

"Yes. ”

The old man leaned in and whispered in his ear, "More than ten families will pay for this.

It's not the same as the group of civilians stuffed in the bottom silo as ballast stones. Clean, dignified treatment and protection of the highest priority may carry some salutes, but those are the national treasures of Anglo and should not perish with the city.

We guarantee that you will get a good position in the government-in-exile. ”

"Get out ......"

Selwyn squeezed a voice out between his teeth.

The old musician was stunned, unable to believe his ears:

"What did you say?"

Silent.

Selwyn didn't speak, closed his eyes weakly, and soon, with a self-deprecating smile: "No, nothing." ”

He said, "I'll cooperate with you." ”

A deep sense of powerlessness enveloped him, and he looked back at the city beyond the porthole that was about to fall in the ocean.

It was a ship that was about to sink to the bottom of the sea.

And the rest of the ships may not be able to escape the same result, sooner or later.

The Great Retreat?

It's just a matter of breathing.

Lancelot, why don't you understand?

Why don't you understand!!

He withdrew his gaze and shook hands with the old musician with a smile, but for some reason tears welled up in his face.

Can't stop.

The rest of the day, with a numb nod and handshake, and handing over all command to the first mate, he returned to the captain's room, sat in his chair, and looked at the Anglo charts on the wall.

On the table, there is a barrel of cold wine.

A gift from a family in a crisis.

"Thirty-year-old Danfeng Bailu, it's really good. ”

He stared at the flickering light in the glass, smiled, took a capsule from his pocket, threw it into the glass, and disappeared with a snort.

The bouquet is still sweet.

It's just that there's something called dignity.

In the long silence, he picked up his glass, took one last look at the burning city outside the window, and smiled goodbye.

"Long live Anglo. ”

He muttered softly, tilted his head, and drank it all.

The cold liquor slid into his throat, carrying a fierce poison, dousing the pain and sadness in his internal organs, and calming his expression.

He spread his arms, like a bird, ready to embrace death.

In the silence, he saw a hallucinatory reflection from the porthole.

It was like a god of death coming out of the darkness, his hands resting softly on his shoulders, his white hair like moonlight.

"I'm ...... What if you die?"

He muttered softly.

"It's still early, Selwyn. ”

The young man's eyes were lowered, as if to convey the oracle: "It's not over yet." ”

"Really?"

Selwyn murmured softly.

Or the intoxication of alcohol, or the emanation of the effects of medicine, made his eyes slowly darken: "How long will it take? I'm tired of this kind of war that only brings pain......

"Soon, soon. ”

The man behind him nudged him, and the chair slowly slid to the window, making him look at what seemed like hell.

"I came back with something. ”

The man said, "Think of it as a gift to the city." ”

"Gifts?"

Selwyn smiled, "Where?"

In the reflection of the porthole, the white-haired young man tilted his head sideways, lit the pipe at the corner of his mouth, inhaled deeply, and the tobacco went out, and the smoke rose like a ghost, blurring his face.

He said, "Right in front of your eyes." ”

【Sixth Drive Achieved】

[Merger 1 Locked]

【Secret Words: A Gift for the Pain of the World】

【Fire】

In the next moment, in the deepest part of the mist, the sleeping monster opened its eyes and revealed a murderous look.

The blazing light tore through the darkness, the sounds, the distance, and everything.

Engulfed all.

Silence was sudden.

The whole world seemed to be thrown into the bottom of the abyss, and the outlines of the ocean and the sky could no longer be distinguished, and there was no trace of fire and rain.

That's the light.

Light that runs through everything.

The light comes from afar.

The sea shook, the demons roared, the heavens and the earth roared, but they lost their voices, and their voices were killed by the light.

The devastating light spat out of the monster's mouth, and the rain and waves that pierced for thousands of miles tore through the iron-gray tide that rose up. Cut a precise hole in the bowl where Avalon was imprisoned, and ...... Forward.

Forward, forward, forward!

Ignited the fog, pierced through the wind, evaporated the sea, penetrated the distance, and stung countless stunned pupils, descending on this battlefield.

Engulfed the old sacrifice that sang with drums in the center of the tide.

Dead.

The short dead silence was so long.

In the next moment, a bitter hiss of pain resounded between heaven and earth.

It was the cry of the ocean's throes.

It was the dying old fish-man who let out a stunned cry.

It is 10,000 tons of seawater that have lost their support, falling from the sky and returning to the sea. Countless uplifted seawater fell again, and the vacuum and the air collided with each other, sending out a roar of steel grinding.

The iron drum had evaporated in the light of destruction.

The huge humpback whale turned into stiff char in an instant.

The fiddler sacrifice lost its own tide, and the entire ricketer's body shrunk, like frost that quickly evaporated under the scorching sun.

[End of observation, shelling effective]

[6th drive to 7th drive overcomplete]

[Merger 1 overheats - cooling begins - Prayer 2 preheating is completed - Alchemy matrix transfer is completed - Merger 3 preheating begins]

【Lockdown End】

【Free Fire】

In the next moment, the behemoth roaring from afar once again burst out with a terrifying light that tore through the heavens and the earth. It was a roar of ecstasy and anticipation, a resurgence of murderous intent after countless years of slumber.

It was the ecstatic weeping of the old men.

"That's right! That's it!

Faced with the ocean that was stirring up huge waves like rage, the sound of wild laughter rang out from the deck, and the madmen who danced wildly in ecstasy roared into the sea.

"Behold, here are our souls!"

"--Right here!"

The flaming flame emblem slowly rose from the bow of the ship, igniting the iron-gray sky.

It's like a sun wheel.

After many years, the inquisition's emblem is once again engraved on this long-lost battlefield!

Come on, we're back.

Go on, our undying war!

War!

The light of destruction rained down from heaven as if it were endless.

The decisive weight and the monsters that fell from outside the chessboard at this moment finally set foot on their own battlefield here!

Above the military power.

Selwyn finally woke up from his stupor, confirming that it was not a dream or a hallucination.

He arose from his stupor, looked back in astonishment, and looked at the young man, smoking his pipe, his eyes lowered, his white hair reflected the flames of war beyond the porthole, like burning, shining.

"Who the hell are you!"

"Me?"

The white-haired young man smiled and spread out his left hand, and in the palm of his hand was the sac that should have melted into the wine.

"First meeting, Mr. Selwyn. ”

The young man shrouded in smoke raised his head like a monster emerging from the fog.

"My name is Ye Qingxuan. ”

- Hand of God, Ye Qingxuan (To be continued.) )