Some time ago.

On the third day of the labyrinth, the torrential rain has not stopped.

In the South China Sea, the rain is pouring down, and the hurricane is making the tide churn endlessly, and there is only one sound left in the heavens, the earth and the sea, that is, the murmur of being torn apart by the wind.

The sea and sky were pitch black, and only the pale lightning pierced the dim rain curtain, shining on this oppressive world from time to time, and the dazzling electric light pierced the rain, revealing the silvery white stars in the sky.

In the Flame Land, the fleets of the Whale Cliff and Canaan Moore had come to the nearest high sea, and the high-speed warships made of metal approached from time to time, only to turn away before they could actually cross the line - not to mention the naval armor that lurked in the sea, no one could figure out where those silent steel giants were now, and what sensational anomalies had been found at the bottom of the sea.

Three days is not enough time for the fleets of each country to actually arrive, but they will eventually arrive, like bloodthirsty lions.

A large labyrinth will not cause a full-scale war, but if there are some rare materials in this labyrinth, or a high-level rare magical beast, then a regional conflict and a small-scale and high-intensity maze battle are absolutely indispensable.

The rain fell on the blue Aether armor, and the splashes could not blur the visual screen, but could only slide feebly from the crystallization of perfect human technology.

Viscount Grant drove his own car, and he stood at the junction of the high seas and the territorial waters of the Empire, and the rain and fog swirled around the Aether Armament, forming a vast field.

The range of the Aether Hearth's Plunder is actually their domain range, and it is also the 'upper limit of natural psionic energy that can be obtained at the same time' - the larger the field, the better the quality of the Aether Armament, and the higher the power output at the same time.

Although the heart of Zhenglan's furnace was damaged, it was not too serious, mainly because of the lack of an armed module, so the lethality was reduced.

But with Viscount Grant piloting it with all his might, he was confident that with his own strength, he could block a country's rapid reaction fleet, and even destroy them with all the naval armor they carried.

It's not a wild talk, it's not confidence, it's something you should do...... The Naval Battle Aether Armament located in the sea and the high-level water system bloodline inheritance have such strength.

But it's just one country.

What he has to face is the Three Kingdoms fleet.

During the heavy rain of the sea and sky, huge metal ships can be faintly seen, they are quietly located at one end of the wave, even if it is a huge wave enough to lift the fishing boats, when it hits them, they will be crushed to pieces, turning into patches of foggy water.

These silver fleets were located in three directions, encircling the entire group of ruins.

Obviously holding the key, he is theoretically the owner of this place and even the labyrinth, but Viscount Grant did not have the slightest chance to enter the ruins at the first time and try to obtain the pre-era heritage treasured in it.

Speaking of anger, you may have underestimated the mood of the Viscount now.

Now this brown-haired aristocrat, drinking water feels like drinking the blood of these fleet crews in front of him, eating meat feels like gnawing on the flesh of these crew members, and his vicious eyes perfectly express what it means to "hate to the bones" and "want to eat their flesh and sleep on their skin".

The Southridge Fleet of the Nineteenth Legion is being repaired in Harrison Harbor at the moment, and with the fleet plus the strength of Viscount Grant, it is not difficult to stop these 'ironclad sharks' that smell blood.

But the problem is that if the time drags on too long, and those armors of other countries who are searching for the surrounding situation of the ruins really catch the now missing Isengard and Master Gosai, then the matter will be a big deal.

Not to mention anything else, catching Ian was unacceptable to him - it was the only possible future alchemist or even alchemist in Port Harrison!

It was because he believed in Ian, that Master Gosai and Isengard had the strength to understand the secrets in the ruins and achieve certain results, that he was worried about the possibility of capturing these three people in other countries.

According to the instructions of the previous emperor, the Great Ruins of the South China Sea is the most important relic in the empire after the 'Great Ruins of the Dark Mountains', and there are definitely treasures in it that are enough to make a family rise.

For years, Ayles Grant has been working on this possibility.

The Grant family was forgotten by the imperial aristocratic circle because of the relationship of the first emperor, and he didn't care about this prejudice and discrimination, but the viscount was determined to let his name and the surname inherited from his father once again resound on the frontier and throughout the empire!

The Grant family will never be obscure forever!

From being suppressed in the city by the natives, to gradually counterattacking and encroaching on the Redwoods' sphere of influence, to completely defeating the core power of the Redwoods, that is, those second-level totem spirits, it took Viscount Grant twenty or thirty years.

If you count the time when my father was seriously injured and the city was crumbling, it could have been a little longer to wonder if the port was going to fall every day.

Although each of the four keys was obtained by accident, if it wasn't for the Viscount's preparations, he would not have taken this opportunity.

And now, he was told that the relics he had been preparing for so many years, preparing for so many years, and working hard for so many years, not only could he not get in—even the results would be taken away by people from other countries.

Not to mention that his friend for many years suddenly backstabbed himself and stabbed himself with a sword, but the purpose was just to kill his nephew.

"Even if I bomb Zhenglan here, I will have to blast all this group of robbers into the sea."

It's not a harsh remark, it's a down-to-earth decision.

Viscount Grant, who was disappointed in both career and friendship, took a deep breath, and he said in a deep voice: "Pude, if I blow up Zhenglan and only keep the aether hearth, when will you be able to build a new one from beginning to end?" ”

There was silence on the other side of the communicator for a while, and then the voice of the old man scolding the street: [Shit, what bullshit! 】

[Are you stupid, how can it be at my level? When the old Harrison left a framework, it took me more than ten years to reluctantly fix it, not to mention whether you have a second ten years, I don't have a second ten years to rub your hands little by little ether armament]

"Isn't there still Ian? I've heard you say that he's a very fast learner, even faster than you—he's always got time, right? ”

[Let's get people out first...... I'm just an old man, and I still want young people to give you a day job? 】

The other end of the communicator shuts down with a 'tsk', and the viscount is not annoyed.

After all, when he confronted the fleets of the three countries, it was Lamar, Yam and Pud who helped him support the situation in Port Harrison.

Not to mention anything else, it was already very hard to deal with the group of old soldiers of the Nineteenth Army fleet.

"Now that I think about it, maybe it's really a good thing that Bishop White Mist has passed...... If His Excellency the Bishop could bring everyone out safely and back to Port Harrison, it would be much easier. ”

Thinking of this, the viscount couldn't help but clench the aether armed lever: "Tsk, the Huaiguang Church is always so unpleasant, but I have to thank them." ”

- Then again, how long will we have to fight like this?

Viscount Grant actually didn't bother to think seriously about this problem, anyway, he wasn't the one who had trouble supplying.

But at this moment, he suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly, and then raised his head and looked in the direction of the distant Odal Reef.

At the same time.

On the flagship of the Storm Ocean Mobile Fleet, a middle-aged general is communicating with the ship's psionics about the movement of the surrounding ruins, and their conversation is very quiet, and the sound of the heavy rain hitting the bridge is enough to cover everything and ensure the secrecy of the exchange.

But suddenly, the two men raised their heads and looked at the southern sea.

The sea and sky are still covered by endless rain curtains.

A thunderbolt pierced the sky, illuminating the surrounding sea of clouds.

What followed was a drastic change in the psionic field...... A kind of hot and dry, obviously at sea, but always unsettling, as if to burn everything is gone.

Instead, there is a quiet nature.

- Something big must have happened inside the labyrinth!

No matter who it was, whether it was the Flying Flame Land or Canaan Moore, the Whale Song Cliff or the Empire, all those who could sense the changes in the psionic field had sensed the upheaval of the Great Labyrinth under the Sea.

"Prepare the ship's guns."

Lowering his voice, the Flame Land Vice Admiral said, "Whatever those Imperial Guys find, destroy them all!" ”

"Even if it's a skirmish, we can't afford to let this group of Imperial Yankees gain anything!"

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Ask for a monthly ticket ~ The maze plot is officially over, take a day off tomorrow, slow down your spirits, write a detailed outline, and ensure that you create a more attractive plot!

Lewen