The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

She saw that the remaining pirate ship was struggling with the Blue Reef, but it was already completely at a disadvantage, and even the mast supporting the black sail was shaking precariously.

At this moment, the two ships had entered the boarding battle stage. All the pirates on the "Deep Black Fantasy" jumped onto the deck of the "Blue Reef" and began to fight with the sailors on it.

Got to go back and help.

Perlis's eyes narrowed, intending to use the dense factor energy that Aoi had gathered here with the factor energy scorching wind to condense a red line, but she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head -

"Well..."

Perlis rubbed her forehead gently and took a deep breath to suppress the severe pain.

Sure enough, this sword has a backlash effect on me... Even Ivar, he seems to only use his sword in certain situations. And his arm has been modified, so there should be some functions that can counteract the side effects of this black sword.

What is the origin of this black knife?

Instinctively, Perlis associated the pitch-black sword at her waist with the Hafurgard tribe.

Think about it later.

Perlis shook out the butterfly knife from her sleeve, turned it gently, then the light in her eyes lit up, and she slashed with her hand -

"bass--"

The space rift opened up, and Perlis took a light step and shuttled through the red space.

She immediately found the coordinates she had set: the two red stones that she had placed in the corner of the deck in advance, the factors in them continued to flow out, condensing a red line for Perlis -

"bass--"

The space was torn apart, and Perlis calmly stepped onto the deck of the "Blue Reef". Her bloodshot eyes quickly swept around, and the expression on her face immediately moved slightly without being noticed -

——Those pirates who boarded the "Blue Reef" were almost wiped out at this moment!

The few survivors ran towards Perlis crying and shouting, waving their weapons wildly like they were crazy.

"Devil" was a word that Perlis caught from their howling Dilra language.

"..."

Seeing these pirates rushing towards her, Perlis took out her butterfly knife and prepared to meet them.

But at this moment, a dark shadow suddenly hits -

"boom--"

It was a huge steel anchor that hit right between Perlis and the pirates, separating them!

The next second, Perlis heard a heart-wrenching roar:

"do not want!"

"Ahem..."

"..."

A wave of bright red sprayed towards the anchor, dyeing the surrounding decks red, leaving only the reflection of the anchor clearly visible on the ground.

The pirates fell silent immediately, leaving only the sound of blood dripping onto the deck.

The brutality of the scene made Perlis feel a chill on her neck, and her body instinctively guarded against the presence behind the anchor.

After a long time, the anchor was suddenly pulled up from the deck and pulled back into the hands of a tall figure by an iron chain.

The figure wore a tricorn hat and had a thick and dense beard on his cheeks. His face was old-fashioned and sharp, and his deep green eyes revealed a terrifying chill.

He stood on a deck two levels higher than Perlis, looking down at Perlis, the huge wild sword in his hand still dripping with blood.

The moment she looked into his eyes, Perlis instantly recalled the history of the [College War] in her mind, and immediately recalled the name of the man in front of her -

"Welcome aboard the Blue Reef, miss."

The sunlight cast a shadow on the man's rugged and deep face. His voice emerged from the shadow, low and a little hoarse.

"May I have the honor of having dinner with you (in Dila)?"

Looking at the pretty [Pure White Firework], the man's stern face revealed an incomplete smile whose meaning was impossible to guess.

[Hammerhead Shark] Furukawa Wataru, the captain of this ship.

In Perlis's understanding of history, he has another title -

——His Majesty Cang Huang’s second warrior.

......

2) The End of the World (Part 10)

Above the golden autumn fields, steel airships are moving slowly forward, bringing with them gusts of biting cold wind blowing from the extreme north of the continent.

Pairs of iron boots trampled through the golden grass and entered the front line of the Dila foot soldiers - this was the first wave of offensive launched by Thebit this morning.

"call..."

Facing the Iron Legion was the Ogi Light Armored Legion, which consisted of cavalry and foot soldiers. Behind the leading warriors were planted the large flag of the Blue Emperor, a cherry blossom on the Blue Heaven Altar.

"..."

However, when they saw with their own eyes those warriors wearing powerful armor and holding steel-forged weapons and guns, most of the foot soldiers in the Oirat army began to tremble involuntarily, and their will to fight was reduced to the lowest level.

Their army consists only of cavalry and foot soldiers. Not to mention air power and anti-aircraft power, they don't even have the most basic ground heavy firepower!

It's impossible to win... It's absolutely impossible to win...

As the Iron Legion got closer, the Dila army began to retreat involuntarily and did not dare to move forward at all.

Right in front of the army, the leading warrior also had a look of fear on his face, and the hilt of the sword in his hand trembled uncontrollably.

Why doesn't His Majesty Canghuang transport the heavy firepower from the islands to Qiuyuan?

It is absolutely impossible to defeat the Thebits in this way!

Impossible! Not at all!

"..."

The warrior subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he felt a warm breeze blowing from behind, making his neck feel a little warm.

He turned around, stepped past the thousands of soldiers and horses, and saw the golden fields swaying in the spring sunshine.

Akihara, that's home.

"..."

The samurai silently drew out his sword and raised it high. Under the banner of His Majesty the Blue Emperor, he suppressed the fear in his heart and roared throughout the Autumn Plains:

"For His Majesty the Emperor (Di La language)!"

The next second, he mounted his horse without hesitation and charged towards the Iron Legion.

Even though he was facing steel airships filling the sky.

Even if his enemies were wearing armor that could not be penetrated by the sword.

"Charge (Di La language)!!!"

After the samurai rushed out, the remaining foot soldiers and cavalry delayed only for a second, and then charged forward with the same roar, pounced on the steel wave that covered the sky.

Light armor and heavy armor then alternated across the autumn plain, bending the golden straw and dyeing the land bright red.

......

"Father, the Third Army has destroyed Dila's front line, and the center of Akihara is open to us."

"..."

Inside the pitch-black military tent, a figure as majestic as a mountain was sitting quietly on a steel throne.

[Iron Lord] Mikhail Irenfono's sculpture-like face was tightly closed, but he still exuded an aura of majesty without even being angry.

At this moment, a relatively thin figure wearing a giant armor with gold edges half-knelt in front of him, lowering his head to report the battle situation:

"Our casualties are extremely low. We can advance to the vicinity of the Ocean-Wide Royal Family within three days and launch a general attack on it."

Having said this, Venia Irenforno raised his head, with fire flashing in his black pupils:

"What do you think? Do you need me to continue to advance the front? Or does your health need some rest?"

"..."

Facing his son's unbridled provocation, the Iron Lord did not even open his eyes. He just opened his mouth slightly and uttered a word:

"Fix (Thebitten)."

"Why?" Venia frowned slightly, "Their foot soldiers are like mosquitoes in front of our army! They are not worth mentioning at all!"

"You just need to stay in the tent and do nothing. Until we besiege the [Ocean Royal Family], you can recuperate well and let that federal woman take good care of you and take good care of your—"

Before Venia finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill coming over him, causing him to shiver slightly involuntarily.

He looked carefully and found that his father was still sitting motionless in the chair, but he knew that the topic was over.

"..."

Venia immediately lifted his hair lightly with his right hand - an iron-gray mechanical prosthesis had been attached to the broken wrist, with a rough but sophisticated structure.

He didn't say anything else, just bowed slightly, pushed open the tent door, and left without looking back.

"..."

After Venia left, a thin woman walked out of the shadow of the dark tent, her golden eyes quietly staring at the figure on the iron throne.

Her face was beautiful, but it had been eroded by exhaustion. It looked messy and slovenly, yet it had a bit of sharp beauty:

"He has improved a lot. You should be nicer to him."

Angela Stello walked to the front of the Iron Throne and said to Mikhail with dissatisfaction:

"Wenia deserves a large part of the credit for the victory of the Third Legion. For a disabled person who has recovered from mental illness, he has done well enough. You should try to communicate with him. After all, he is your child!"

Facing Angela Stro's questioning, the Iron Lord was silent for a while before speaking in a voice as strong as steel:

"Grizzly Bear is in charge of the command of the Third Legion. Cang Huang's pawns do not have the combat power to begin with, so victory is inevitable."

"Venya has never fought in battle himself, so he is not qualified to be a general."

"Then why did you let him go to the battlefield?" Angela pressed on. "If he is really as useless as you said, why don't you let him just go back to defend Wanren Mountain?"

This time, Mikhail did not speak. He was as silent as a rock on a mountain, just like usual.

Angela didn't seem to want to stop, but continued to ask:

"Since the Dila people's military strength is so weak, why don't you just end the war with a blitzkrieg? Why do you have to wait for batches of soldiers to land from the islands, then go onto the battlefield and be killed by you before you stop?"

"What about the refugees? The infrastructure of the Dila people is all over the archipelago. What did the farmers who had their farms destroyed by your order do wrong? Why should they suffer like this?"

"You knew Venia was a cruel man, so why did you let him do whatever he wanted in Qiuyuan? You were unwilling to communicate with him, and you were unwilling to acknowledge his achievements. Why did all this happen?"

"You could have cut the Gordian knot, but why! Why did you do this?!"

Angela fired a series of questions like bullets, but Mikhail remained there, motionless.

Looking at the steel-like man, Angela sighed softly, walked slowly to the door of the tent, and looked back slightly:

"Back then, it was only thanks to the rescue efforts of [Angel] Yelena Goncharova and [Iron Guard] Lesev Goncharov that I was able to escape from the Federation and come under your command."

"Through me, you extended an olive branch to Aleph Stro, promised him the spark of the battle of Charon, and promised that you would do your best to overthrow the tower and overthrow the hegemony..."

"I brought you a [Prism] and tried my best to repair the [Border] for you. I thought you could be the one to take over the Spark..."

Angela's golden eyes suddenly became a little dazed. Although she had not witnessed it with her own eyes, the majestic figure of [Rock] Aleph Stro facing the glory of the tower was still reflected in front of her.

She smiled self-deprecatingly, lowered her head slightly, hesitantly touched her long hair that fell on her cheek, and finally spoke bravely:

"But now, I only see another Laplace, another Tower of Babel."

"I think that even if I escaped from the Federation, I would just step into another Federation."

"Then why was Lesev killed by the Red Devil? Why was Aleph killed by the Pure White Flame?"

"For the rise of another false god?"

At this time, Mikhail Irenfono opened his eyes and spoke:

"For unity (Thebite)."

His sculptured face remained indifferent, and the coldness in his black eyes made Angela shudder all over, as if being blown by the cold wind from the Wanren Mountain.