"Sink it."

Agatha's eyes were fixed on the approaching ship on the sea, and her tone was as cold as ice and snow.

A junior officer next to him was a little stunned, as if he couldn't believe what he heard: "What did you say?"

"Sink it," Agatha did not respond to the petty officer, but turned to Colonel Liszt and repeated it, "that's the 'Raider', a huge source of contamination - I don't know what it is, but it's not the Petrel."

She paused, and the knuckles of her cane turned slightly white, "I'm responsible for this decision."

Liszt didn't say anything, the muscles on his face tensed, and for a long time he stood like a frozen sculpture in the cold wind, until a whistle sounded again in the distance, and it was clearer and louder than before, as if with an unsettling urge, that he suddenly broke the silence: "Ma'am, are your sources reliable?"

「…… Trust your own judgment, Mr. Colonel," Agatha took a light breath, her voice tinged with a hint of hoarse magnetism, "and I'm responsible for that."

"You can't be responsible, you're the gatekeeper, but you're not the direct custodian of the port system." Liszt said calmly, then turned and looked at the sea in the distance.

"Sink that ship, I'm responsible for that decision."

"Whew—"

In the distant sea, the sudden appearance of the "Petrel" is still moving at full speed, the towering bow splitting the waves, the fluttering flags hunting and dancing in the air, the chimney in the middle of the hull spews out large clouds and mist, in the clouds, there seem to be countless hidden roars roaring and noisy one after another, and in the stern of the Petrel, the broken waves are undulating and overlapping, and in the depths of the surging waves, the black viscous substance spreads with the waves like blood flowing from the body of the giant beast, wisps and wisps, ups and downs.

From what he had seen so far, he could conclude that this ship was by no means the "Petrel" that he was familiar with. 「

The Petrel seemed to sense something—it began to speed up as soon as the sirens sounded on Frosty Island.

Soon, others also noticed the situation on the surface of the sea, and tension began to spread.

The ship did not slow down.

The whistle sounded again, and the top of the steel battleship spewed out more large clouds of black mist, and the high-pressure steam tore through the sky like a scream from the depths.

Figures swayed in the distance of the Petrel's ship, walking and hopping, hustling and down, wearing the uniform of the Frosty Navy, doing what a ship's sailor should do, stepping over the uneven ravines of the deck, over the viscous wriggling material, and the hypertrophic nodules that crisscrossed like thick veins.

Melting black mud was constantly falling from these sailors, and even sailors suddenly fell, merging with the surrounding ship structure, and at the same time new sailors were separating from the deck or the side of the ship, wriggling, crawling, staggering, scrubbing the deck, controlling the flag,

Go and turn on the lights......

I saw that the distorted black silhouette was constantly disintegrating, and on the chaotic sea, the chaotic lines of light and shadow were rapidly peeling away from the silhouette.

Sir," Agatha shook her head when she waited for the other to finish, "the attack is working, it's declining."

As he spoke, his gaze looked out at the distant sea, and under the young gatekeeper's eyes, a pale glimmer of light was dancing slightly.

What was reflected in her eyes was not reality, but the spiritual world.

Agatha blinked, and the ephemeral image of the spirit world faded from her vision, revealing the reality of reality in her eyes once more.

The shells entered the water, and the water column rose in all directions, large and small, around the Petrel, and formed a diffuse mist on the distant sea, and several of the shells grazed the Petrel, but the latter's speed was not affected in the slightest.

Far away from the port, however, the shore forts were in operation, and the gates covering the cliffs, seawalls, and reinforced concrete walls of the harbor opened one after another, and the black barrels poked out, and the heavy batteries slowly rotated under the drive of a series of gears and connecting rods

At the same time, there were bursts of rapid bells and whistles ringing inside and outside the port, urging all the ships still in the port to quickly evade, urging all the facilities in the port to enter a state of imminent battle.

At this moment, the shore defense artillery of the Frost Island opened fire.

"Low first-round hits - that ship was too fast, more than the recorded numbers!"

But it's still at full speed.

Liszt's face sank like water, and in the continuous roar of artillery fire, he stared at the rising water and smoke on the distant sea, and stared at the "Petrel" that was still speeding towards the frost, and there was no hesitation in his expression.

In the face of the bombardment from the Frost Island, the ship did not slow down, did not play the required flags and lights, but continued to accelerate, even far beyond its design limit•••••• this is not a frosty battleship, this is a monster.

All the shore defense guns began to roar, and in the roar of artillery fire, armor-piercing incendiary shells streaked through the air countless obscure lines of fire, pouring like intertwined rain on the sea where the Petrel was located, and huge columns of water rose one after another, and in the middle of countless columns of water, the ship that kept screaming and roaring continued to charge straight forward like an enraged beast.

And as the distance narrowed and the barrage continued to calibrate, shells finally began to fall on the Petrel.

It did not slow down after the shore defense guns tore up its aft deck, knocked out its chimneys and bridge structures, and even blew up the compartments in which it theoretically stacked ammunition and housed the steam core.

"Keep fighting—until it disappears into the sea," Liszt said through gritted teeth, then suddenly turned to Agatha beside him, "Ma'am, please inform the cathedral as soon as possible, if the harbor side can't stop it, we may need to ...... "Yes, sir!"

The roar of the battleship's main gun salvo was the straw that finally fell on the Petrel, and when more armor-piercing incendiary bombs landed on the unrecognizable ship, it finally began to crumble.

The whistle finally stopped, and the eerie screeching gradually stopped.

In the telescope, the people on the lookout could still faintly see what strange shape was taking on beneath the Haiyan's torn deck, and some people couldn't help but let out a loud exclamation.

「…… The god of death is above!

What's that?!"

It is a monster disguised as an earthly thing.

Like a thunderbolt bursting, the powerful coastal defense cannon suddenly spit out huge flames and explosions, and the conventional armor-piercing shells first fired a salvo, and the cone-shaped shells emitted a piercing scream in the air, like a line of fire, and fell on the distant sea after a period of flight.

First, the deck and outer hull peeled off in pieces, revealing the strange structure of twisted darkness inside, and then the entire ship violently wriggled and tore from end to end, as if it were about to tear itself to pieces, and what once looked like a petrel was rapidly breaking as it splashed countless dark mud outwards.

The steam was spewing out, the whistle was hissing continuously, the whole ship was roaring from the inside out, the sailors on the deck were running, and the black mist floating above the chimney was at some point in the black mist that appeared wisps of black and red variegated color - the ship was accelerating, and its speed was further increased to the limit as it was originally a steam clipper, like a giant beast carrying thunder speeding on the vast sea, the roar of splitting the waves gradually resounded like a frenzied roar across the sea!

Even if it's not sinking, it's time to stop.

The shelling of the coastal defense artillery, although it did not directly "kill" the fake, was effectively pushing it to a certain tipping point, and it was about to disintegrate itself.

The massive explosion tore through its armor, smashed its masts, peeled the deck off the hull in pieces, and the black mud-like goo erupted like blood from under the camouflaged shell and fell on the surface of the sea like a torrential rain.

It began to slow down, spreading out large expanses of dark impurities as it melted and collapsed on the surface of the sea.

The shore defense artillery continued to fire, and soon, additional artillery was heard from not far away.

This is the fleet that stays in the harbor - they have finally completed their preparations and are starting to participate in the interception.

The shore defense guns were roaring, round after round of deadly shelling continued to fall, and an astonishing number of batteries concentrated on "caring" an "enemy ship" that did not dodge or evade, and in a very short period of time poured countless shells on the Haiyan, which was fatal no matter which ship it was placed on.

The huge tremor of the shore defense artillery fire even slightly shook the platform beneath Agatha's feet, and she seemed to feel the entire lookout gently trembling under the feedback of this round of shelling, and at the same time she heard someone reporting from the side.

However, Liszt only looked at this scene with a solemn face, and the muscles on his face were still tense.

"Free fire, change armor-piercing incendiary bombs, keep firing until the target sinks," Liszt said, "Stay on standby, and if you can't stop this ship on the offshore cordon, let the fleet attack—even if you hit it in the end, keep this ship out of the frost!"

The terrifying, eerie, attackers trying to charge at civilization have finally come to a halt just a few nautical miles from Frost's main island.