The whistle roared.

A large number of sail warships lined up in a tight formation, and under the watchful eye of the metal giants, they marched in the direction of Tulum Harbor.

The night was already dark, and on the metal giant, a huge searchlight was lit up, and the snow-bright pillars of light illuminated the sea surface and illuminated the channel. These searchlights are brighter than the spotlight gas lamps commonly used in countries today, and instead of gas, they use electricity.

A group of Allied Admirals stood at the bow of a metal cruiser, staring blankly at the pillars of light that tore through the night.

"This is the crushing ...... of technology," a noble-born, learned vice admiral muttered in a low voice, "unless you can have a warship of the same class as them...... The Delenian Empire will become the master of Medland. ”

The Delen Empire already has the strongest army on the continent.

His only weakness is the navy.

Now, this shortcoming has been filled, and the combat power of the new navy even far exceeds that of the army of the Delun Empire.

All the captured admirals groaned in their hearts.

They had seen the unstoppable rise of the Delen Empire, and at the same time foresaw the decline of their own.

A large fleet of ships headed for the port of Tulum, a half-day voyage away.

On the west side of the island of Casica, among the two large military ports, a large number of metal ships armed with only the most basic anti-aircraft guns docked in the port, and groups of elite Cassica garrisons are lining up in a neat line to board the ships.

These Cassica garrisons were the most elite troops at the hands of Duke Ross.

They have all been modified with new ordnance, a stream of new assault rifles, high-speed machine guns, high-speed guns, as well as mortars and field guns of various calibers.

Overhead, they had a large swarm of small airships levitating, all filled with high-pressure gas tanks and new incendiary bombs, and a series of cables connected these small airships to the giant troop carriers below, and the sea breeze blew gently, and the airships swayed gently above the battleship.

A low whistle sounded.

The garrison of Cassican had all boarded the ships, and hundreds of large troop transports, escorted by dozens of metal warships, left the harbor and gradually accelerated in the direction of the port of Tulum.

The heavily armed soldiers sat in the cabins and stood on the deck.

Their morale is high, and their hearts are full of murderous intent.

On their bodies, a faint red mist rose, and the killing intent of hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers joined together, turning into a large scarlet aura invisible to the naked eye and enveloping the entire fleet.

Joe sat in the bridge command bay of a metal battleship, and the beams of light occasionally swept across the bridge, and the blinding light swept in through the bulletproof glass windows, illuminating the scene in the command cabin in black and white, and everyone's faces seemed to become silhouettes.

Joe sat quietly.

A tsunami-like scarlet aura rolled in from all directions, pouring into his body.

Joe's body was like a bottomless pit, frantically devouring the surging power.

In his body, in addition to the four basic elemental qi veins, the qi veins connected by his spiritual sea, energy sea, and power sea have all been broken.

Among the seven qi veins, one by one the air pockets twinkled like stars.

Under the infusion of scarlet evil qi, these air pockets continued to expand and become stronger, and a little crimson divine light condensed and formed in the air pockets, turning into thumb-sized multi-faceted crystals suspended in the air pockets.

These multi-faceted crystals are condensed from countless fine runes, each of which can draw the elemental energy in the void, and then burst out with terrifying lethality.

Above Joe's head, a pillar of light with a deep color rushed up nearly a hundred feet high, piercing through the ceiling of the bridge and seeping into the unfathomable void.

This is the qi vein corresponding to Qiao's spiritual sea, and the four basic elements are constantly pouring into his spiritual sea along this qi vein. Joe's soul is like a giant beast devouring the four basic elements, constantly strengthening himself and supernatural himself.

Joe's spiritual power turned into a huge spider web, spreading out in all directions.

His soul perspective was like that of a god, hovering high in the sky and clouds, overlooking the huge fleet that stretched for dozens of miles below.

He had a feeling that as his soul continued to grow, with just a single thought, his soul power could trigger the elemental agitation of this side of the void, setting off a terrible catastrophe within his sight.

Then, Joe, who was immersed in some strange state, was alarmed by a palpitation.

He snapped his eyes open, and from the pocket on his chest, he pulled out the card that Sherlock had given him, representing his El Formation apprentice.

On the delicate card, an ominous blood light flickered.

Faint fluctuations of consciousness floated out in bits and pieces, and Joe seemed to hear Sherlock's howls and cries for help.

"I have something to do...... When the port of Tulum is recovered, I will come to you. ”

Joe strode out of the bridge and closed the thick metal hatch with his backhand.

He stood on the overpass outside the bridge and looked up at the sky.

In the black and blue night sky, a bright moon shines high.

An impulse welled up in Joe's heart, and he suddenly felt that he could do it.

The wind howled, the black mist spread out of the void, and the roars of several young hydras could be heard in the distance, and Joe's eyes turned crimson, spewing out a crimson divine light that was several feet long.

Seven qi veins poured out of his body and plunged headlong into the Dirac Sea.

The huge elemental power roared, and Joe let out a low roar, and his body soared into the air, burning with black flames all over his body. The black flames and the black-blue night sky blended almost perfectly, but everyone who saw Joe from far and near felt that there was a radiant sun burning in front of them, and the bright light almost blinded their eyes.

Joe flew up.

His body shattered the air, tearing through circular air blasts high in the air and flying north at a terrifyingly high speed.

With a loud 'boom' sound, Joe's speed kept increasing.

In just a few breaths, Joe's flight speed exceeded the maximum speed of the Celestial Chariot, and a light tail that stretched for miles was pulled out behind him, and his whole person was like a sharp arrow tearing through the air, and the speed was still increasing.

A minute later, Joe's flight speed had stabilized at about twelve times the top speed of the Celestial Chariot.

At this rate, he flew from the port of Tulum to Hyderabad, which was an hour's time.

As he flew along, Joe clutched the card Sherlock had given him.

His spiritual power enveloped him, and his soul felt a little guidance from the darkness, and he followed some instinct of his own, and flew straight in the direction where Sherlock was.

In the northern part of Upper Roxonshire, on the edge of the oak grove that stretched for hundreds of miles, on the edge of a beautiful little lake, Sherlock's mount, the gray leopard that had dried up its blood, had fallen.

Sherlock, covered in wounds, stood tremblingly in the wetland by the lake, holding a sword in his right hand, his whole body tense, and looked nervously at a man in front of him in a coarse white robe, with white hair as shiny as brocade, neatly draped behind him.

This man looked like a man in his thirties, red and without the slightest wrinkle.

However, from the vicissitudes of his eyes and the smell of aging on his body, everyone will ignore his appearance, and intuition tells everyone that this is an old man, an old man...... God knows how old monsters have lived hundreds of years.

In front of this guy, Florence, who has already survived the reign of three emperors in the Delenian Empire, may be just a young man.

Sherlock stared at the man.

The man held a dark yellow wooden cane, which had become oily and slippery because of years of rubbing, and had a thick layer of pulp. He looked at Sherlock calmly and said softly, "Sherlock? As the sword bearer of the organization, you should understand your responsibilities...... You should use your sword to protect El's interests, not ......"

Sherlock interrupted the man: "Your interests are not Medland's...... What do you want to do? ”

The man's eyelids drooped, and he said lightly, "We're going to do a great thing." ”

Sherlock's face contorted, staring at the other party deadly: "So ......"

The man said softly, "So, some sacrifices are not exempt......

Sherlock laughed, "Including El's own brother? ”

The man shook his head: "Some outdated, old-fashioned, and old-fashioned people, they are no longer qualified to be Al's brothers...... Sherlock, times have changed, people like me who are much older than you, I have begun to adapt to the changes of history, and you, how many years have you been with El? You've been brainwashed by Ayr's hypocritical purpose. ”

The man smiled: "An equal, open, and mutually helpful communication platform?" ”

The man shook his head: "We already control the power of this platform, so why can't we master more things?" ”

Sherlock gritted his teeth and looked at the man: "So, you can sacrifice many, many people who should not be sacrificed to realize your ambitions?" Even ......"

The man nodded: "Yes, our ambition, is there anything wrong?" ”

The man smiled brightly: "Even, we want to usurp the supreme power of El, isn't that very reasonable human nature?" ”

The man's right hand lightly pressed his heart, and he said softly: "I am a member of the 30th level of El, a waiter, who understands my own humility, and always bathes in the brilliance of 'wisdom', and serves the person of 'wisdom'......"

"Above me, the thirty-one Chanter."

"Thirty-two climbers."

"The thirty-third level gatekeeper is the closest to true wisdom and truth, and can be called a god."

"They are the real top presence of the El...... But after so many years, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, where are they? What are they doing? I have received occasional orders from them, but I have never been in contact with them personally. ”

"Because, they live as legendary and mysterious as mythology...... So, let's take its place, let us El become a real and powerful being who can influence and rule the whole world. ”

"This is the ambition of those Florentine kings, and it is also the unanimous opinion of those of us who exist at a higher level!"

The man roared loudly.

Sherlock suddenly raised the sword in his hand, and the sword turned into a cold light, piercing the man's heart.

The man clenched the wooden staff in his hand and shouted: "I say, there should be light!" ”

The lakeside wetlands within a mile radius were shrouded in an incomparably strong, unadulterated light.

The terrible heat enveloped everything, and Sherlock let out a painful howl, his limbs burned into ashes by the heat, and his eyes were burned into two black holes in an instant.