The whistle roared.

A large pile of sail warships lined up in close formations, and were weakly marching towards Tulun Port under the surveillance of the giant metal ships.

It was already dark, and on the metal giant ship, huge searchlights were lit up. Snow-bright light columns illuminated the sea and illuminated the waterway. These searchlights, such as the commonly used spotlight gas lamps in various countries, are brighter, and they are not gas, but electricity.

A group of coalition naval generals stood at the bow of a metal cruiser, staring blankly at the light columns that were tearing the night sky.

"This is the crush of technology..." A learned lieutenant general from a noble family muttered in a low voice: "Unless he can have a warship of his class as his, the Derren Empire will become the master of Medland."

The Delun Empire already has the strongest army on the mainland.

His only weakness is the Navy.

Now, this shortcoming has been completed, and the combat power of the new navy is even far greater than that of the army of the Derren Empire.

All the captured naval generals whine in their hearts.

They have seen the unstoppable rise of the Delun Empire and also foreseeed their own decline.

The huge fleet was heading towards Tulun Port, which was still half a day away from Tulun Port.

On the west side of Jiasica Island, among the two large military ports, only the most basic metal giant ships with near-defense guns are docking at the port, and a group of elite Jiasica garrisons are lined up in an orderly manner to board the ship.

These Gassica garrisons were the most elite troops in the hands of Duke Ross.

They have all modified new ordnances, new assault rifles, high-speed machine guns, high-speed cannons, as well as mortars and field cannons of various calibers.

There were large groups of small airships floating above their heads, all filled with high-pressure gas tanks and new incendiary bombs, and cables connected these small airships with the giant troop ships below. The sea breeze blew gently, and the airship swayed gently above the warship.

A low whistle sounded.

All the garrisons of Jiasica have boarded the ship. Hundreds of large transport ships left the port in a mighty manner under the escort of dozens of metal warships and gradually accelerated towards Tulun Port.

The fully armed soldiers sat in the cabin and stood on the deck.

They are very motivated and have a fierce murderous intent in their hearts.

A faint red mist rose slowly on them, and the murderous intent of hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers was connected into a large area of ​​scarlet evil spirits that were invisible to the naked eye, covering the entire fleet.

Qiao sat in the command cabin of a metal battleship bridge. Light columns occasionally swept across the bridge. The dazzling light swept in through the bulletproof glass window, illuminating the scene in the command cabin black and white, and everyone's faces seemed to have turned into silhouettes.

Qiao sat quietly.

The scarlet evil spirit, like a tsunami, rolled in and poured into his body.

Qiao's body was like a bottomless pit, madly devouring the influx of power.

In his body, except for the four basic elements, the Qi veins connected by his spiritual sea, the energy sea, and the power sea have also been broken.

Among the seven qi channels, each qi hole flashes like stars.

Under the infusion of scarlet evil energy, these qi holes continue to expand and become stronger. A little bit of crimson divine light condenses and forms in the qi holes, turning into thumb-sized multi-faceted crystals suspended in the qi holes.

These multifaceted crystals are condensed by countless fine runes, each rune can pull the elemental energy in the void and then burst out with terrible lethality.

Above Qiao's head, a deep-colored light column rushed nearly a hundred feet high. The light column penetrated the ceiling of the bridge and penetrated into the unfathomable void.

This is the qi vein corresponding to Qiao's spiritual sea. The four basic elements continue to flow into his spiritual sea along this vein. Qiao's soul is like a giant beast that devours the four basic elements and constantly strengthens himself and is magical.

Qiao's spiritual power turned into a huge spider web and spread out in all directions.

His soul perspective is like a god, entrenched high in the sky and clouds, overlooking the huge fleet that stretches for dozens of miles below.

He had a feeling that as his soul continued to strengthen, his soul power could induce the restlessness of the elemental in this void within his sight, causing a terrible natural disaster within his sight.

Then, Qiao, who was immersed in a strange state, was shocked by a palpitations.

He opened his eyes suddenly and took out the card that Sherlock gave him from the dark bag on his chest, representing his Al-organized apprenticeship.

On the exquisite card, an ominous light of blood was flashing.

Flashes of faint waves of consciousness floated out in pieces, and Joe seemed to hear Sherlock's howl and call for help.

"I have something to do... I will come to you after I take back Tulun Port."

Qiao strode out of the bridge and closed the thick metal hatch door 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 brightly.

An impulse surged in Qiao's heart, and he suddenly felt that he could do it.

The strong wind roared, and black mist spread out from the void. Several young Hydras roared from afar. Qiao's eyes turned crimson, spewing out several feet of crimson divine light.

Seven qi veins gushed out from the body and plunged into the Dirac Sea.

The huge elemental power roared, Qiao roared in a low voice, and his body suddenly flew up, and black flames were burning all over his body. The black flames and the black and blue night sky were almost perfectly integrated, but those who saw Qiao from afar, all felt that there was a radiant sun burning in front of him, and the strong light almost blinded their eyes.

Qiao flew up.

His body smashed the air, tearing apart apart a circular explosion in the sky, and flew north at a terrible extreme speed.

With the loud 'boom', Qiao's speed continued to increase.

Within just a few breaths, Qiao's flight speed exceeded the maximum speed of the God's Chariot. A light tail that lasted several miles was pulled out behind him. His whole body was like a sharp arrow tearing the air, and his speed was still accelerating.

One minute later, Qiao's flight speed stabilized at about twelve times the maximum speed of the God's Chariot.

At this speed, he flew from Tulum Port to Heidra Fort for only one hour.

Flying all the way, Joe held the card that Sherlock gave him tightly.

His mental power enveloped the surroundings, and his soul felt a little guidance in the dark. He followed some of his instincts and flew straight towards the direction where Sherlock was.

In the north of Upper Lockson County, the edge of the oak forest that stretches for hundreds of miles, a beautiful little lake, Sherlock's mount, and the gray leopard that had dried up blood fell down.

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

This person's appearance is just like a man in his thirties, and his face is covered with redness and no wrinkles are seen.

However, from the vicissitudes of his eyes and the aging aura on his body, everyone would ignore his appearance and intuition tell everyone that this is an old man, an old man... God knows that he has lived hundreds of years old.

In front of this guy, Florence, who had lived in the Deren Empire for three emperors, might just be a young man.

Sherlock stared at the man tightly.

The man held a dark yellow hand, and because of his years of caressing and playing with it, he had become smooth and smooth, with a thick layer of patina. He looked at Sherlock calmly and said softly: "Sherlock? As the sword-holder of the organization, you should understand your responsibilities... You should use your sword to protect Al's interests, not..."

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

The man drooped his eyelids and said lightly: "We want to do something great."

Sherlock's face was twisted and he stared at the other person: "So..."

The man said softly: "So, some sacrifices cannot be exempted..."

Sherlock laughed 'ha': "Including Al's own brother?"

The man shook his head: "Some outdated, conservative, and outdated people are no longer qualified to be Elle's brothers... Sherlock, times have changed, people like me who are much older than you have begun to adapt to the changes in history, and how many years have you been joining Elle? But you have been brainwashed by Elle's hypocritical purpose."

The man smiled: "A equal, open, mutually assisted communication platform?"

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

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

The man nodded: "Yes, what's wrong with our ambitions?"

The man smiled brightly: "Even, isn't this a reasonable human nature to usurp Al's supreme power?"

The man gently pressed his heart with his right hand, and he whispered: "I am a member of Al's level 30, a waiter, and understand his own humility, always bathe in the brilliance of 'wisdom', and serve the 'wisdom'..."

"Above me, the thirty-first level chanter."

“Thirty-second-level climber.”

"The thirty-three level gatekeeper is closest to true wisdom and truth, and can be called the existence of God."

"They are the real top-level existences of Al... But for so many years, level 31, level 32, level 33, where are they? What are they doing? I can receive their orders occasionally, but I have never contacted them myself."

"Since they live as legendary and as mysterious as myths... Then let us replace it and let us Al be a truly powerful being able to influence and rule the entire world."

"This is the ambition of those kings in Florence, and it is also the consensus of us higher-level existences!"

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 tightly grasped the wooden stick in his hand and shouted: "I said, there should be light!"

The wetland by the lake, which is a mile of radius, is shrouded in an extremely strong and impurity-free light.
Chapter completed!