Chapter 576 Gift
Chapter 577 Gift
The ocean roared in the sound of the drums of the tide-calling ceremony.
Dozens of waves rose from the dead sea surface out of thin air, and tens of thousands of tons of seawater fell and rose, rubbing against each other, making a loud iron sound.
It was earth-shaking.
While observing, the Sovereign sent out an attack message, and launched the final attack against the rising tide.
After the Sovereign, the remaining six warships were silent for a moment, and then sent flag signals in the direction of Avalon.
"I would like to pave the way for victory for you with my body."
"Anglu Immortal!"
"Anglu Immortal!"
"Anglu Immortal!!!"
In the blazing light, the warship's engine was fully opened, overloaded, and the whistle whistled, like the roar of a steel monster, following the Sovereign and rushing towards the raging waves.
At that moment, a low bell rang in the silent Avalon.
Like a low command.
Then there was the loud sound of rocks breaking.
Like a landslide.
The roaring sound burst out from the depths of the ocean, causing waves one after another.
In the sudden terrifying hurricane, the terrible turbulence rose from the deep sea and spread to the surroundings.
The low bell sound spread in the hurricane, in all directions, and wherever it passed, the more than 20 silent satellite islands around Avalon burst into a melody of response.
In normal times, some of them are temporary ports, some are settlements, some are commercial docks, and some are military restricted areas. After entering the wartime state, everything was evacuated and emptied, turning into a bare and dead deserted island.
But now, they have issued a mighty bell sound, responding to the call from Avalon.
As the bells echoed, countless trees that had grown for many years were broken, heavy rocks broke apart and turned into powder, and a large amount of soil and rocks were shaken off the island in the shock.
Roads broke and disappeared.
Buildings collapsed and fell apart.
The port was turbulent and sank into the sea.
In the end, a terrifying glow lit up from the island.
The ground veins buried in the deep sea were activated, and countless ether torrents poured in, which were greedily swallowed by the awakened monsters, leaving nothing behind.
A huge amount of soil and rocks turned into the sea, making large areas of sea water turbid, and dust and ashes rose into the sky, and were blown away by the hurricane, revealing the true face of the chaos.
Among the twenty-four satellite islands, ten have disappeared.
In their place, there are ten blazing sun glows!
For hundreds of years, the alchemical matrix sleeping in the deepest part of the island has been awakened, absorbing the huge ether torrent supplied by the power of Anglo, playing an exciting movement, and showing its own appearance.
Those are warships!
Each warship exudes terrifying ether fluctuations!
They don't look like modern products, but like antiques preserved in museums. They even have old-fashioned sails, and the weapons they carry are nothing more than crossbows and whale hunting cannons, which have long been eliminated. But at this moment, everyone in Avalon couldn't help cheering and screaming.
They themselves are the history of Anglo, the past of Anglo, the great achievements engraved in history, and the indelible glory of this country!
Boom!
The ocean was turbulent, as if it had completely solidified.
All the seawater was out of the control of the demons, no longer flowing, and was completely frozen by invisible forces.
On the flagship of the fleet, Selvin, who had already made up his mind to die, jumped up and leaned over the porthole, staring blankly at the silhouette of the warship that was like a pillar of the sea.
Unbelievable.
"This is impossible!"
He whispered softly: "Crown, revenge, determination, splendor, ruler, reaper, piercer, arbitrator, punisher... this is..."
"Selvin, it's not time for you to sacrifice yet."
A voice from Avalon sounded from the flagship: "Anglo still needs you to continue fighting."
"Marquis Lancelot, is this... the sealed First Royal Fleet?"
Selvin stared at their figures, dancing with ecstasy: "Each of them is a legendary battleship... They actually exist?
I know it! I know it! The legendary fleet that King Arthur relied on to conquer the seven seas really exists!"
The First Royal Navy Fleet, a glorious fleet that once engraved a glorious reputation in history!
The undefeated legend under King Arthur!
Each of them is a legendary warship that is beyond people's imagination. They took back the ocean from Leviathan, opened up the territory of Anglo, and once dominated the ocean!
For a long time, everyone thought that this was just a myth left over from the Dark Ages, but they never thought that they actually existed!
Seeing the legend become reality, the ecstatic Selvin couldn't help dancing:
"God bless Anglo! God bless!!! Marquis Lancelot, are we going to counterattack?"
The other end of the communication fell into a long silence. After a long time, Lancelot answered hoarsely:
"No, Selvin, we are going to retreat."
Selvin was stunned.
Outside the porthole, the shadow of the warship, like the scorching sun, has been swaying and turbulent slightly, as if it is slowly dissipating.
"What's going on?"
Selvin turned around and asked: "It's obviously a great opportunity to win, sir! As long as we attack once, we can reap an unprecedented victory! Why retreat!"
He asked in a state of disarray: "Why!"
"Sorry, Selvin, legends are just legends after all."
Lancelot sighed: "The 'First Royal Fleet' is a sealed relic belonging to Stein Zero's secret room.
Its flagship 'Dreadnaught' and the Queen's ship 'Royal Light' are both part of the 'Holy Grail of Destruction', which itself is Angel's final defense front.
If you want to transfer it, you must obtain three permissions from the Queen, the Lord Privy Seal and the sword holder before you can transfer it with the national seal and the Sword in the Stone...
If I start it rashly now, I have already overstepped my authority. Not even more than half of the royal fleet responded to the order, and they will not obey my orders. The only effect it can have is a deterrent effect. "
A violent cough sounded, and Lancelot's voice became hoarse: "Retreat, Selvin, don't let my efforts be in vain. We must preserve our strength and cannot bear more sacrifices."
Selvin gritted his teeth in silence, staring dreamily at the phantom on the sea. After a long time, he dropped the crushed briar pipe on the ground, and all his strength seemed to have gone away.
"retreat."
He ordered in a low voice, not wanting to see the battle at sea again.
"I have commandeered all the ships in the port, and someone will come to pick you up soon." Lancelot's voice came, "Don't come back later. After rendezvousing with the fleet at Dunkirk port, Let’s go straight away.”
"them?"
Selvin was stunned and felt chills all over his body: "Departure? Where to go? Marquis Lancelot, are you planning to..."
"Give up Avalon."
Lancelot expressed the most terrifying conjecture in his heart: "Avalon can no longer withstand the attacks of natural disasters. We must move the capital to Birmingham."
"Are you crazy! Lancelot!!!"
Selvin roared angrily, his face turning red: "Do you, he, mother, know what you are talking about! In the hundreds of years since the founding of the Anglian Kingdom, there has never been such a shame! Avalon was sacrificed by our ancestors. The City of Glory, are you going to give it up to natural disasters? You will definitely be hanged on the traitor's door!"
“If you’re going to hang, let’s hang.”
Lancelot's voice was calm: "Selven, someone must bear this responsibility, and I have been mentally prepared for this. Don't worry, I will stay here and be buried with this city.
But you cannot die pointlessly here, this country deserves a brighter future.
I now entrust this future into your hands, Selwyn, and if you want me to implore you, then I implore you, go to Birmingham.
Please reorganize the army there and endure the suffering and pain with this country.
One day, you will definitely be able to come back again.
I firmly believe this. "
Selvin stiffened.
"Lancelot, you..."
"Half an hour ago, I ordered people to organize a retreat. Soon, the last living forces will leave here by boat. I hope you can escort them through this sunless sea."
"Half an hour? Too short! With so many people in Avalon, how can we evacuate in such a hurry?"
"How much can be withdrawn?"
Lancelot's calm answer was full of cruelty, "That's all we can do."
Communication ends.
Selvin slumped on the chair, breathing in the hot air blowing from the temperature control matrix, feeling suffocated. His internal organs and hands were twitching, and he wanted to vomit, but couldn't.
He 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 hard, and the city of miracles that countless people sing and praise.
Now, it will be destroyed in his own hands.
Really...does it have to be like this?
Soon, there were hurried footsteps outside the bridge. A sailor walked in quickly and whispered in his ear: "Sir, a representative of the Hall family wants to see you."
"The Hall family?"
Selvin was stunned for a moment, then understood. He frowned, walked out of the door, and saw the musician who had passed through the barrier with the military's traffic regulations and risked landing on the deck.
"I come on behalf of the Hall family, Mr. Selvin."
The middle-aged man bent down and saluted: "The Hall family is willing to fully support you in the subsequent retreat and help you complete your mission. I only hope that you can show a little mercy during the transfer."
The musician, who represented the top family in the Avalon noble lineage, paused, and his voice condensed into a line, ringing in Selvin's ears:
"Ten positions, sir, we need ten positions to ensure that members of our family can evacuate from here in advance. For this, we are willing to pay any price."
Selvin was silent.
But then, one ether wave after another passed through the war-filled sea, and fell on the deck in embarrassment despite the attacks of natural disasters.
"Lord Selvin..."
"I am……"
The musicians came forward one after another and surrounded him.
Soon, amidst the noise, a person squeezed into the core.
"Sir, I am the representative of the Field family."
The soaked old man took out a handwritten letter from his arms: "Just now, the noble chief has agreed to our marriage and subsequent cooperation. Please be sure to ensure our position. Before the family completes the talks, Please don’t agree to any other conditions easily.”
Selvin borrowed the letter silently, opened it, and saw familiar handwriting.
"You need two ships?"
"Yes."
The old man came closer and whispered in his ear: “More than ten families will pay for this.
It is different from the group of civilians stuffed in the bottom of the warehouse as ballast stones. Cleanliness, dignified treatment and top priority protection may come with some salutes, but those are Anglo's national treasures and should not perish with the city.
We guarantee you will get a good position in the government-in-exile. "
"Get out..."
Selvin made a sound through his teeth.
The old musician was stunned and couldn't believe his ears:
"What did you say?"
silence.
Selvin said nothing and closed his eyes weakly. Soon, he showed a self-deprecating smile: "No, nothing."
He said, "I will cooperate with you."
A deep sense of powerlessness enveloped him. He turned back and looked out the porthole at the city that was about to collapse in the ocean.
It was a ship about to sink to the bottom of the sea.
And the remaining ships may not be able to escape the same result, sooner or later.
Great retreat?
It's just a matter of survival.
Lancelot, why don't you understand?
Why don’t you understand! ! !
He looked away, smiled and shook hands with the old musician, but for some reason, there were tears on his face.
Can't stop.
The next moment was spent numbly nodding and shaking hands, and after handing over all command to the first mate, he returned to the captain's cabin, sat on his chair, and looked at the Anglo chart on the wall.
On the table is a bucket of ice-cold wine.
A gift brought by a certain family in times of crisis.
"The 30-year-old Danfeng Bailu is so good."
He stared at the swaying light in the wine glass, smiled, took out a capsule from his pocket, and threw it into the wine glass. With a hissing sound, the capsule disappeared.
The aroma is still sweet.
It's just that there is something called dignity.
In the long silence, he picked up the wine glass, took one last look at the burning city outside the window, and smiled farewell.
"Long live Angelou."
He murmured softly, raised his head, and drank it all in one gulp.
The cold wine slid into his throat, with strong poison, extinguishing the pain and sadness in his internal organs, making his expression peaceful.
He spread his arms like a bird, ready to embrace death.
In the silence, he saw a hallucinatory reflection in the porthole.
Like the god of death walking out of the darkness, his hands gently rested on his shoulders, his white hair like moonlight.
"Am I...what if I die?"
He whispered softly.
"It's still early, Selvin."
The young man's eyes were lowered, as if conveying an oracle: "It's not over yet."
"Is it?"
Selvin murmured softly.
Either due to the intoxication of alcohol or the dispersion of medicine, his eyes slowly darkened: "How long will it take? I'm tired of this kind of war that only brings pain..."
"Soon, soon."
The person behind him pushed gently, and the chair slowly slid to the window, making him look at the flames of war that seemed like hell.
"I brought something back."
The man said: "Let's think of it as a gift to this city."
"Gift?"
Selvin smiled: "Where?"
In the reflection of the porthole, the white-haired young man tilted his head, lit the pipe at the corner of his mouth, and took a deep breath. The tobacco flickered and disappeared, and the smoke curled up like a soul, blurring his face.
He said, "Right before your eyes."
【Sixth Drive Achieved】
[Petitioner No. 1 is locked]
[Secret Word·The Gift of Pain in the World]
【Fire】
The next moment, in the deepest part of the fog, the sleeping monster opened its eyes and revealed a murderous look.
The blazing light tore through darkness, sound, distance, everything.
Swallowed everything.
Silence fell suddenly.
The whole world seemed to be thrown into the bottom of the abyss. The outlines of the ocean and the sky were no longer distinguishable, and traces of fire and heavy rain were lost.
That is light.
The light that pervades everything.
Light comes from afar.
The ocean shook, demons roared, and the heaven and earth roared, but their voices were lost, and their voices were killed by light.
The light that destroyed everything spit out from the monster's mouth, penetrated thousands of miles of rain and waves, and tore apart the rising iron-gray sea tide. He cut an extremely precise crack in the bowl where Avalon was imprisoned, and then... moved forward.
Forward, forward, forward!
It ignited the fog, penetrated the wind, evaporated the sea, penetrated the distance, stung countless stunned eyes, and descended on this battlefield.
It swallowed up the old priest who was singing and drumming in the center of the tide.
Dead silence.
The brief silence is so long.
The next moment, a painful scream resounded throughout the world.
It was the cry of the ocean's throes.
It was the dying old fishman who screamed in shock.
Tens of thousands of tons of sea water lost its support, fell from the sky, and returned to the sea. Countless seawater rose up and fell again. The vacuum collided with the air waves, making a roar of steel friction.
The iron drum has evaporated in the light of destruction.
The huge humpback whale turned into stiff charcoal in an instant.
The tide-bringing priest lost his own tide, and his entire rickety body shrank in size, like residual frost that evaporated quickly under the scorching sun.
[Observation is over and bombardment is effective]
[Transition from the sixth drive to the seventh drive completed]
[Prayer No. 1 overheated - cooling started - Prayer No. 2 preheated - Alchemy matrix transfer completed - Prayer No. 3 preheated started]
[Lock ended]
[Free fire]
The next moment, the behemoth that roared from afar once again burst out with a terrifying light that tore the world apart. It was a roar full of ecstasy and expectation, and it was the killing intent that was rekindled after sleeping for countless years.
It was the ecstatic weeping of the old men.
"That's right! That's it! It should be like this!"
Facing the ocean that seemed to be raising huge waves like anger, the sound of wild laughter rang out from the deck, and those crazy people who were dancing wildly in ecstasy roared at the sea.
"Look, our souls are here!"
"--Right here!"
The burning flame holy emblem slowly rose from the bow, igniting the iron-gray sky.
Like a sun wheel.
After many years, the emblem of the Inquisition was once again engraved on this long-lost battlefield!
Come on, we are back.
Let's continue our war to the death!
War!
The fierce light of destruction seemed to fall from the sky endlessly.
The final weight fell from the chessboard at this moment, and the monsters who came from afar finally set foot on their own battlefield here!
On the Military Power.
Selvin finally woke up from his drowsiness and confirmed that all this was not a dream or illusion.
He woke up from his drowsiness, looked back in surprise, and looked at the young man - he was smoking a pipe, lowering his eyes, and his white hair reflected the war outside the porthole, as if burning and shining.
"Who are you!"
"Me?"
The white-haired young man smiled and opened his left hand. In his palm was the poison sac that should have melted in the wine long ago.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Selvin."
The young man shrouded in smoke raised his head, like a monster revealing his true face from the fog.
"My name is Ye Qingxuan."
——God's Hand·Ye Qingxuan
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