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Chapter 1637 The Storm Bell Tolls!

Severodvinsk, port.

Associated Press reporter Wilder and several of his colleagues set up the cameras.

Beside them, two Russian policemen were patrolling back and forth, turning their heads to look at them from time to time.

As an American, he was able to enter Severodvinsk for interviews because he had in-depth interviews and met some big figures in Russia 30 years ago when the Soviet Union disintegrated, and he conducted relatively fair and impartial reports.

Even so, his scope of activities was strictly limited to this port.

With other journalists from Russia, they are still separated by tens of meters, and cannot communicate with each other.

However, Wilder is quite content with this.

After all, with the current relationship between the two countries, it was considered generous for the other party to let him enter Severodvinsk.

Of course, this is also because it is winter at this time.

As the eldest son of the Soviet Union, Russia inherited the most of its heritage, but also lost its vast territory.

The Russian Navy has been looking for an ice-free port all its life.

but.

Therefore, the Russian Navy had to point out many black technologies for cold climates.

Although Severodvinsk is not in the Arctic Circle, the port is completely frozen for several months every year.

Therefore, the largest submarine manufacturing plant in the world does not have too many secrets to reveal in winter.

What made him even happier was that several of his colleagues had become better after being blackmailed by the Russian police.

No more racist comparisons.

Wilder is very happy that his colleagues can realize that it is not because they are Americans that they can be arrogant.

On the other hand, he was very helpless about it.

Once, when he came to Russia 30 years ago, he was really invincible.

In the sky, two fighter jets roared past. The colleague holding the camera next to him raised the lens, took a picture of the camera in the sky, and muttered, "Why are there two more planes!"

This sentence immediately brought back the memory of everyone present.

Suddenly a little inexplicable discomfort.

But someone still said: "There is no flying sword this time."

Wilder glared back at him.

Do you need to tell me if there is a flying sword?
If possible, Wilder really wants to drive these people back to the United States, and then recruit a few local people to help him carry the camera.

It's cheap and easy to use.

Then they began to complain about those who watched the fun on the shore.

"Why are these people running here?"

"What a brainless guy, but it's the Sea Dragon Palace, what's so interesting about it."

"In such a cold day, I would rather warm up at home..."

It's just that their voices are getting smaller and smaller.

On the winding snow-white coastline, figures wearing down jackets of various colors appeared.

Red, blue, purple, black, green, yellow...

Then, there were more and more people, denser and denser, as if someone used a colorful pen to draw a bright line on the coastline, from this end of the line of sight, to the endless distance...

It seems that people from all over the world have come to this coast.

What is it that makes people in the whole city come out of their warm homes, brave the low temperature of tens of degrees below zero, stand on the cold and windy coast, and wait quietly.

This... is the appeal of the Sea Dragon Palace!

At this moment, Wilder really wishes he had a drone to take pictures of the scene from the sky.

If such a picture can be captured, people will be able to understand what real "influence" is.

Unfortunately, drones are banned throughout Severodvinsk.

In the sky, a helicopter "Zhaza" flew over, it was a reporter from Russia's Red Star TV station.

On the helicopter, the photographer was carrying the camera, with half of his body sticking out of the helicopter, taking pictures of the scene in front of him.

Seen from the sky, the snow-white coastline, the line on the edge of the coastline and the scattered crowd behind it are like some kind of new art painting, which is particularly shocking.

Just when the photographer was obsessed with the picture in front of him, his companion suddenly shot him desperately behind him.

"What are you shooting, wait until I finish shooting this scene... damn it!"

The photographer turned his head and took a look, almost tilted his body and fell directly from the helicopter.

Fortunately, his colleague quickly grabbed him with his eyesight and hands.

On the other side of the coast, a behemoth is approaching.

It is slowly decelerating, and more than a dozen wave petals are slowly retracting, just like a hedgehog retracting its thorns.

On its shell, there are still pieces of snow and ice brought by the North Pole, and with the shaking of the waves, it slides down into a sky full of snow.

In front of it, the several-meter-thick layer of ice was cut and torn like a piece of paper encountered by a paper cutter.

On the edge, finely crushed ice foam spread out, like pure white shaved ice.

Then, it was swept up by the turbulent air flow from nowhere, and flew around this huge monster in a circle, and then at the rear, the hot air ejected by several huge propellers turned into a dense mist, spreading to the sides in a V shape come on...

When looking at it on the sea, because there is no reference, I just feel that it is big, and I don't have a very intuitive feeling.

And now, everyone finds out...

The Sea Dragon Palace is even bigger than this port!

Where is a ship docking, it is like a city from ice and snow!

No, it's like a storm fortress!

As it slowed down, the dense fog that spread out was even faster than it. The galloping fog, like a galloping horse, like a warship, like a mist in another world that hides various magical creatures, spread When it reached the shore, it flooded the entire coastline.

In the sky, the reporter of Red Star TV was shooting down from the helicopter.

On the coast, everyone had to close their eyes. When the first wave of fog passed, the Sea Dragon Palace had already arrived near the port.

When they raised their heads again, they couldn't help but let out an exclamation!
"what--"

In front of the Sea Dragon Palace, dozens of aircraft are flying with the Sea Dragon Palace.

It was Gu Xiaobai's bodyguards.

They were wearing backpack-type aircraft, standing on "flying swords" one by one, arranged in the shape of arrows, and came from the sky.

Although "Flying Sword" and "Packback Aircraft" have been uploaded on the Internet for so long, I don't know how many videos there are.

But when you really see how they fly, you will still be deeply shocked by them.

And the one at the front is a flying sword that is all white.

The young man standing on it suddenly raised his hands and pressed them in the air.

With a sound of "boom", the ice surface around the Dragon Palace on the Sea shattered, and countless black shadows broke through the ice from the water, shooting straight into the sky like shells.

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" the exclamation of the crowd on the coast resounded through the sky.

In the air, those "cannonballs" ignited one after another, ejecting scorching air.

Then it floats in the air and slowly rotates.

The ferocious beasts on all sides are dragging the ancient clock, and the quaint mountain and sea monsters are holding the giant drum.

Bells and Drums!

Gu Xiaobai pressed his hands suddenly.

"DUANG~~~~~~~"

Bells and drums rang together.

Zhong Jun arrived.

(End of this chapter)