Deep Sea Embers

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 young officer. She just turned to look at Colonel Lister and repeated it again, that is, 'The attacker is a huge source of pollution - I don't know what it is, but it is definitely not Petrel.

She paused after saying this, and the knuckles holding the cane turned slightly white: I am responsible for this decision.

Liszt said nothing. The muscles on his face were tense. For a long time, he stood in the cold wind like a solid sculpture, until the whistle sounded again in the distance, and the sound was clearer and louder than before. , as if with an unsettling urge, he suddenly broke the silence: Madam, are you sure your source is reliable?

...I believe in my own judgment, Mr. Colonel, Agatha took a gentle breath, her voice had a hint of hoarse magnetism, and I am responsible for this judgment.

You are not responsible, you are the gatekeeper but not the direct regulator of the port system. Liszt said calmly, then turned around and looked at the sea in the distance.

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

Woo——

On the distant sea, the petrel suddenly appeared and was still sailing at full speed. The towering bow split the waves, the fluttering flags danced in the air, and the chimney in the middle of the hull spewed out large groups of black clouds. , there seemed to be countless hidden roars roaring and noisy one after another, and at the stern of the Petrel, the breaking waves undulated and overlapped. Deep in the turbulent waves, a black and sticky substance followed like blood flowing from the body of a giant beast. The waves spread, and the waves rise and fall.

Just from what he saw now, he could conclude that this ship was definitely not the Petrel he was familiar with.

The Petrel seemed to feel something - after the siren of Frost Island sounded, it began to accelerate.

Soon, other people also noticed the situation on the sea, and tension began to spread.

The ship didn't slow down.

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

Figures swayed in the distance on the side of the Petrel. They walked around and shuttled busily. They wore the uniforms of the Frost Navy and did what the ship's sailors should do. They stepped across the uneven ravines on the deck. , passing through the thick and squirming substances and the hyperplasia nodules that crisscrossed like thick blood vessels.

Melting black mud kept falling from these sailors, and some sailors even kept falling down suddenly, integrating with the surrounding ship structures. At the same time, new sailors were constantly separated from the deck or the side of the ship, squirming. crawling, crawling, hobbling, to scrub the decks, to man the flags,

Go turn on the lights...

Seeing that this twisted black silhouette is constantly disintegrating, on the chaotic sea surface, disordered light and shadow lines are rapidly peeling off from this silhouette.

Sir, Agatha waited for the other party to finish speaking before shaking her head. The attack was effective, but it was fading.

As he spoke, he looked at the sea in the distance, and in the eyes of the young gatekeeper, a pale glimmer of light was dancing gently.

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

Agatha blinked, and the brief image of the spiritual world faded from her vision, and the real world appeared clearly in her eyes again.

The shells entered the water, and water columns rose everywhere. Large and small water columns were distributed around the Haiyan, and formed a spreading mist on the distant sea. Several of the shells scratched the Haiyan, but the latter's speed Not affected at all.

However, in the distant direction of the port, the coastal defense batteries began to operate. The gates covering the cliffs, sea walls, and reinforced concrete exterior walls of the port were opened one after another. Driven by the connecting rod, it slowly rotates

, the elevator buried deep in the ground creaked, sending the shells from the underground ammunition depot to the upper cannon. At the same time, there were bursts of urgent bells and whistles ringing inside and outside the port, urging all ships still in the port to quickly Avoidance, urging all facilities in the port to enter a war-ready state.

At this moment, the coastal defense artillery of Hanshuang Island opened fire.

The first round hit was low - that ship was too fast, exceeding the recorded value!

But it was still sailing at full speed.

Liszt's face was as sinking as water. Amidst the continuous roar of artillery fire, he stared at the water column and smoke rising from the distant sea, and stared at the Haiyan, which was still accelerating towards Hanshuang, with no expression on his face. No hesitation at all.

Facing the bombardment from Frost's main island, the ship did not slow down or display the prescribed semaphores and lights. Instead, it continued to accelerate, even to the point of far exceeding its design limit. This was not Frost's battleship, this was a monster.

All the coastal defense guns began to roar. Amidst the roar of the artillery fire, armor-piercing incendiary bombs streaked through the air with countless dark lines of fire, splashing on the sea area where the Haiyan was located like intertwined rain. Huge water columns rose one after another. And in the middle of countless water columns, the screaming and roaring ship continued to charge straight forward like an enraged beast.

As the distance got closer and the barrage continued to calibrate, shells finally began to fall on the Haiyan.

Even after shore defense artillery tore apart its stern deck, knocked out its chimneys and bridge buildings, and even blew up the sections where it theoretically stored ammunition and housed its steam core, it still didn't slow down.

Keep fighting - until it disappears on the sea, Liszt gritted his teeth and said, then suddenly turned to Agatha beside him, Madam, please inform the cathedral as soon as possible. If the port cannot stop it, we may need... Yes , sir!

The roar of the battleship's main gun salvo finally became the last straw for the Petrel. When more armor-piercing incendiary bombs fell on the unrecognizable ship, it finally began to collapse.

Its whistle finally stopped, and its weird scream gradually died down.

In the telescope, people on the observation deck could still vaguely see what kind of strange shape was showing below the torn apart deck of the Petrel, and some people couldn't help but exclaimed loudly.

...The God of Death is above!

What is that? !

They are monsters disguised as earthly things.

Like thunder exploding, the astonishingly powerful coastal defense cannon suddenly spewed out huge flames and explosions. Conventional armor-piercing shells fired a salvo first, and the cone-shaped shells made a piercing scream in the air, like lines of fire. It flew across the sky and landed on the distant sea after a period of flight.

First, the deck and outer hull peeled off in pieces, revealing the twisted and dark weird structure inside. Then the entire ship violently squirmed and tore from head to tail, as if it was tearing itself into pieces. This was once What looked like the Petrel was rapidly breaking apart while splashing countless dark mud outwards.

Steam was gushing out, the whistle was continuously whining, the whole ship was roaring from the inside out, the sailors on the deck were running, and at some point, strands of black and red appeared in the black mist floating above the chimney - —The ship is accelerating. Originally a steam clipper, its speed has been further increased to the limit. It is like a giant beast carrying thunder galloping on the vast sea. The roar of splitting the waves gradually resounds like a crazy roar throughout the sea. !

Even if it doesn't sink, it's time to stop.

Although the shelling of the coastal defense artillery did not directly kill the fake, it was effectively pushing it to a certain critical point, and it was about to self-disintegrate.

The huge explosion tore apart its armor, broke its mast, and peeled off the deck from the hull in pieces. A sticky substance like black mud spurted out from under the camouflaged shell like blood, like blood. Falling like heavy rain on the sea.

It began to slow down, spreading out large areas of dark impurities while melting and collapsing on the sea surface.

The coastal defense guns continued to fire, and soon, additional gunshots rang out from a short distance away.

This is the fleet staying in the port - they have finally completed their preparations and begun to participate in the interception.

The coastal defense artillery roared, and rounds of deadly shelling continued. An astonishing number of forts concentrated on an enemy ship that refused to dodge. In a short period of time, countless bombs were poured on the Petrel. The shells, no matter placed on any ship, are fatal damage.

The huge vibration of the coastal defense artillery fire even slightly shook the platform under Agatha's feet. She seemed to feel that the entire observation deck was shaking slightly under the feedback of this round of shelling. At the same time, she heard someone reporting next to her.

However, Liszt just looked at this scene with a solemn expression, the muscles on his face still tense.

Free fire, switch to armor-piercing incendiary bombs, and continue to fire until the target sinks. Lister's face is expressionless, and the fleet is on standby. If the ship cannot be stopped at the offshore cordon, let the fleet attack - even if it ends with a collision. Yes, we must also keep this ship out of the frost!

This terrifying, strange attacker who tried to charge into the civilized world finally stopped only a few nautical miles away from the Frost Island.