Crown of Silence

Chapter 730 God Bless the Kingdom

At the same time, the Royal Research Institute.

There was a lot of noise.

From the sixth to the tenth floor of the basement, countless people were running in a hurry. The six elevators were running at full power, but the corridors were still full of sweaty people running up and down.

At the entrance of the freight elevator, a group of people almost fought for a position.

"Make way! Make way! Let the spare interface distributor go first!"

"Get lost! I still have six units of note codes to upload!"

"Friends in the management department, give me face and let me move this relay music theory distribution valve up first. I'm almost late!"

"It's too late to take the stairs!"

"The corridor has been blocked by the storage crystal of the third research room! It's even more exaggerated than this!"

"It's too late! Make a hole in the floor first! Send the things down, and leave two people here to help me repair the floor!"

Before the voice fell, there was a roar.

A group of musicians who usually stay in the laboratory and never go out have started to dismantle the house. In order to put the spare equipment in place, a group of researchers are almost going crazy.

The house can be rebuilt at any time, but if it is delayed for five minutes now, I am afraid that it will be trampled to death by the angry boss immediately? Amid the harsh prompt sound, the central control room was solemn, and a layer of hot sweat oozed from the foreheads of all the musicians.

"What are you waiting for? Check all the links again. If there is any problem, I will make you look good!"

Newton rolled up his sleeves, revealing two hairy arms, like an old monkey jumping up and down in the heat.

Next to him, the burly priest was silent and closed his eyes to rest. But seeing him like this, the remaining chain saw monks became more diligent, not daring to slack off, and under great pressure.

Unlike the Royal Academy, which has a loose management system, the Chainsaw Monks have always been managed by classical teachings, and the most cruel version. This is the foundation for the monastery to be passed down for hundreds of years in the southern desert area... In other words, if something goes wrong at this critical moment, it is definitely not a problem that can be solved by 30 lashes.

To put it bluntly, the biting dog does not bark. If there is a problem with the academy, at most it will be fined and expelled, and at worst it will be imprisoned. But if there is a problem with the monastery, it will be embarrassing...

Thinking of the shining sword hanging behind their heads, everyone moved quickly.

"There is no problem with the connection to the ether network."

"Level 3 permissions are open!"

"The Royal Musicians are in place!"

"Downlink application has been uploaded! The outer layer of the ether network is running... The ether quota of 4,000 formal musicians is ready to be issued, and the ether pools No. 6, No. 8, and No. 9 are in place!"? "Secondary verification is completed!"

The noisy reports continued to sound.

The complicated process was carried out rapidly until the end, when there was no sound. In the silence, Newton sat in his chair, sweat rolling down his forehead.

Obviously, the preparations were sufficient and all the links were fine, but the panic and uneasiness in his heart could not be dispelled.

"Priest, I remember that you are qualified as a priest?" Newton looked at the giant beside him: "Can you accept my prayer on behalf of God?"

"You can pray, but God will not listen."

The Priest raised the holy emblem ring on his finger and said calmly: "We obey the will of fate, and the rest... just accept God's arrangement."

Newton was stunned for a long time, and laughed at himself: "I hope He will arrange a good result for us."

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In the roars that came one after another, Galahad's armor was the first to break through the three walls, and followed the map drawn by the revelation musicians to rush towards the camp of the Frost Giant Legion.

Facing several frost giant armored knights who had already reacted and intercepted, the thin and short Galahad dodged the attack almost nimbly, and the sword whistled, penetrated the gap in the armor, and cut off an arm.

Originally, light armor focused on speed. After removing the heavy outer hanging armor, the speed was even faster to an exaggerated degree.

"Galahad! You are too fast! You have left the team! Too dangerous! Come back!"

Ignoring the order of Gerald behind him, Galahad accelerated again, broke through another layer of wall, and broke into the armor workshop. Two frost knights who had just finished armoring came to meet him, but there were more people fixed on the armoring workbench, and with the assistance of several engineers, they were urgently dressed!

Amid the roar, Galahad jumped up, stepped on the frost giant's shoulder and the wall, and rushed to the workbench behind.

Facing Galahad's double sword slash, the frost giant knight who was in the process of armoring and could not resist was like a chicken, and suffered heavy casualties in an instant.

But more people rushed forward one after another, regardless of life and death, to stop her speed and buy time for the rear...

Finally, amidst the loud noise, the heavily armored power knights finished dressing and surrounded them.

In just five minutes, the relaxed time left for the Knights of the Round Table was gone.

In an instant, the situation reversed.

"This emblem... is the emblem of the leader of the Knights of the Round Table. It seems that I have caught a big fish."

Amid the roar of steel, the Frost Giant Knight raised the power halberd and pointed it at Galahad's face: "Now, it's time to pay the price!"

Thunder and lightning burst out from the halberd tip, and with a shrill whistle, it broke through the air.

Christine took a step back, her two swords spread out like eagle wings, and took a step towards the enemy's attack, moving like thunder, rushing out, locking the vital points of the chest power reactor and face.

The frost giant sneered, regardless of the attack. This level of attack could not even break through his outer armor.

Facing the heavily armored power knight, the light knight without any external hanging armor was simply vulnerable.

But then, with a whistling sound, dozens of steel cabinets fell from the sky, and fell apart after landing, leaving only the huge cone-mounted concertina nailed into the earth.

As early as in mid-air, those concertinas were burned red due to overload, and fell to the ground, like meteorites wedged into the earth.

And as the rest of the armored knights destroyed the Asgardians' alchemical matrix, the outer barrier finally collapsed completely.

At that moment, the ether torrent fell from the sky.

All the Knights of the Round Table heard the cold voices coming from their ears, overlapping in one place, so fast, but the voice was so clear, as if it echoed in their own consciousness.

[Synchronization completed]

[Protocol connection completed]

[First handshake, second handshake, and third handshake were successful]

[Ethernet connection completed]

[User identity code has been identified, Knights of the Round Table, interface allocation completed]

[Virtual matrix simulation completed]

[Power source·Vacuum sun loading completed]

[May God bless the kingdom, my emperor bless me! ]

At that moment, a mighty melody sounded from the sky and resounded through the stars.

——The first majestic march!

In that sonorous melody, the glow of the Golden Chapter of Victory fell from the sky, transformed into dragon power, and covered every armored knight.

In a blink of an eye, the dragon power armor was constructed, and the hot ether flow surged in the virtual alchemical circuit. Under the full coverage of the ether network, every Knight of the Round Table was connected to the port and covered by the external armor formed by dragon power.

Boom!

In the glow of dragon power, a hurricane burst out.

The iron-gray hurricane lingered on Galahad's armor, and the power halberd broke apart and turned into metal gravel. Countless scattered lightnings jumped, but it was difficult to penetrate Galahad's hurricane defense.

In just a moment of intersection, the huge frost giant was completely penetrated by the decomposition of two blazing swords of light, the power furnace broke apart, the shock wave exploded the chest of the giant, and blood gushed out.

It was like a dream.

It was obviously a power skeleton with no special features, but it suddenly transformed into a round table armor that was better than the archangel's armor.

And it was the majestic iron wall hurricane-Galahad!

Is the god joking with the Asgardians?

Not only the Asgardians, but even the Knights of the Round Table themselves did not expect that they could be blessed by the dragon's power.

The ether furnace was upgraded to the "vacuum sun" powered by music collision, and even the outer skeleton without any protection was transformed into the expensive Archangel Armor!

Not to mention the weapons in their hands that were transformed into alchemical weapons by the virtual matrix!

No one would believe it if I told them!

In a blink of an eye, hundreds of light knights who were not even equipped with external hanging armor had become heavy knights covered with dragon power armor!

No, it was even more exaggerated than that. The essence of dragon power was the phenomenon formed by forcibly interfering with the ether with will. It itself was tangible but not material, and had no weight at all.

A group of armored knights with heavy cavalry defense but much faster than light cavalry...

The Asgardians seemed to see the arrival of a nightmare.

In the past few months, the results created by the Anglo Royal Research Institute and the Chainsaw Brothers around the core layer of the ether network have finally been launched in the ether network today, opening their own port to all knights.

——Mass-produced Knights of the Round Table!

"My Emperor, save me!"

Under Gerald's roar, the mighty dragon power roared.

The Knights of the Round Table had finished changing their clothes. Three hundred and twenty Archangel Knights and six Knights of the Round Table had no weaknesses under the dragon's power.

At this moment, right here, the sound of steel roaring burst out.

The Frost Giants of Asgard and the Knights of the Round Table of Anglu collided with each other. The long-awaited duel between the two sides finally began! ——

The sea is collapsing.

I don't know when it started, but a huge depression has appeared in the angry ocean. Countless sharp cracks are constantly bursting out of it. Whirlpools are born and die. Some are fleeting, while others are growing rapidly, swallowing other whirlpools, constantly bursting out loud noises, and turning into roars.

Water is the best medium.

Under the infiltration of the etheric world and the huge gravity of music theory, the entire battlefield has been completely distorted by both sides. If it weren't for the strong suppression of the sea fortress, this sea area would probably have completely turned into a foreign land.

From another perspective, this is also the confidence of the Asgardians to continue to promote the war movement. No matter how distorted the environment is, it cannot affect its own integrity.

The royal fleet is already scarred at this moment.

In the fourth minute of the war, the slowest "Ramillis" fell apart under the slash of the huge flaming sword. In the tenth minute of the war, the shield of the Resolution was completely blown. Now the battleship with thousands of holes can only rely on the alchemical matrix to barely maintain its shape.

The light of the royal light is dim and flickering, like a candle in the wind.

At this moment, it is not defense that determines the life of the Royal Fleet, but speed... Facing the overwhelming attack of the Asgard Navy, no matter how powerful the shield and defense are, they cannot resist it. Only by dodging at the fastest speed can they barely survive.

Even so, the continuous aftermath has left the entire fleet riddled with holes.

With a loud bang, the Revenge, which had been advancing against countless attacks, completely fell apart after sinking a warship, turned into fragments, and sank into the sea again.

More than half of the first generation of the Royal Fleet has been lost.

Facing enemies that are several times more powerful than itself, and even facing terrifying monsters like the Sea Fortress, the Royal Fleet still achieved considerable results.

The loss of more than half of itself was in exchange for the tragic damage of the Asgard Second Formation. Although it is impossible to engage in direct combat with the Sea Fortress, the tactics used by the Royal Fleet at this moment are like a group of barbarian rangers traveling on the sea.

Under the terrifying effect of the Royal Fleet's resonance, the fleet sacrificed most of its defense in exchange for a terrifying speed. It interspersed back and forth on the battlefield, and did not engage in direct combat with the enemy at all. It just kept harassing and using artillery to consume the outer strength of the sea fortress.

Dealing with a monster like a sea fortress is certainly painful and helpless, but it is amazing to deal with warships outside the fortress.

After the alloy mass bombs that had been stored for hundreds of years were exhausted, the Royal Fleet activated the backup matrix, constantly extracting seawater, interfering with its properties, and transforming it into special shells with steel properties. Depending on the matrix, the seawater can also be processed again to make it incredibly corrosive or flammable.

Unlike the characteristics of Asgard warships, the first generation of the Royal Fleet hundreds of years ago was an alchemical warship forged with the flesh and blood of Leviathan and the music of natural disasters. Although after hundreds of years of innovation, its design and model are backward, and its frontal attack power has become barely comparable, but the special effects carried by its warships are still irreplaceable.

Whether it is the storm protection that increases the speed of the warship several times and always occupies the upper hand, or the sea tide blessing that manipulates the sea water to form layers of water eyes and iron walls to weaken and deflect the enemy's attack, they are all rare god-level auxiliary effects.

Protect yourself to the maximum extent and weaken the enemy.

Unfortunately, the earthly kingdom of Avalon cannot be used at will because of the concern for Gungnir of the Asgard people. Otherwise, under the will of the Queen, I am the country, and the entire Anglo sea area is the territory of Leviathan. Under the blessing of natural disasters, the entire ocean is the enemy of Asgard.

This kind of national-level interference ability is a defense built by engineering that took hundreds of years. Even the saints cannot compete here.

Otherwise, how could it fall to this point?

In the alarm of war damage, Selvin gritted his teeth and heard the roar from afar, and his expression couldn't help twitching.

In the sea fortress, the flaming sword fell again, splitting countless water curtains and storms, and turned the entire vortex and the Royal Oak into ashes.

The entire first-generation royal fleet... only six ships are left!

Thinking that the royal fleet that has been passed down for hundreds of years has been reduced to less than one-third in his hands, Selvin felt heartbroken. This is the legend that many young people in Anglo have longed for since childhood and the motivation to join the navy.

Now the glory is not convinced, and the blood of glory is dim.

Even if it is not him who made this decision, as a commander, Selvin has an impulse to take poison to apologize.

"Damn it..."

He gritted his teeth and roared angrily in the piercing alarm.

Boom!

The violent earthquake came again, the hull wailed, and the alarm sounded again. The bottom armor of the Royal Light was completely shattered, and the seawater rushed into the No. 3 engine room.

Even though the steel gate fell and blocked the backflow of seawater, the speed of the Royal Light had dropped by 30%.

In the violent turbulence, the signalman fell to the ground, his head covered with blood from the sharp edges. He climbed up with the help of the table and looked at Selvin: "Sir, the communication of the Ramillis is silent!"

Boom!

A loud noise came from afar.

Ramillis, on the verge of the limit, rushed to the battlefield, detonated its own ether furnace, and died with the enemy.

The remaining warships also sounded the alarm one after another.

"What are you still standing there for!"

Selvin was furious and roared: "Attack! Attack! Attack! Our enemies are still on the battlefield! We must not stop!"

He held the command knife with protruding joints.

Anglu hoped that everyone would do their duty...

But how long has this long torture lasted?

Three hours? Four hours?

Almost 80% of the first generation of the Royal Fleet were sacrificed, but in return, the results were several times more. Even under the desperate attack of the Ramillis just now, a big hole was blown out of the side armor of the sea fortress.

But in the dark, a voice sounded in Selvin's ears.

Tell him that this is the end.

Your duty is about to end.

Selvin raised his head and stared at the dome of the bridge. He had never prayed so devoutly before, praying for God to grant a miracle.

But his pupils were stung by the glow of thunder and lightning.

In the projection of the dome, the night sky ignited by the war was torn apart, and the fierce light like a falling meteor galloped through the night, one, two, three...

Like a rainstorm.

The thunder and lightning like a rainstorm cut the complex night sky, leaving a long-lasting track.

The meteor shower passed through the battlefield and flew towards Avalon.

"Sir..."

The signal chief in charge of observation looked pale: "The Asgardians launched a general attack on Anglo, and they activated Gungnir..."

Selvin laughed bitterly.

The gods responded to the result of his prayer.

But He was not on his side.

"Are there any more wine?"

He looked at the first mate whose arm was blown off by the wheel. The first mate shook his head bitterly: "It's gone a long time ago. I only brought a little, really."

"This is the first time I hate someone for bringing less wine on board."

Selvin laughed, but couldn't help the impulse of tears and sobbing: "Everyone, it's my honor to work with you...Everyone...is worthy of the blood of glory and the honor of your own nobility."

The first mate and the crew looked at each other and suddenly laughed.

Like a magic trick, he took out another iron box from his pocket: "Although there is no wine, I still brought a box of cigars, top-quality goods! Sir, do you want some?"

"Fuck, what do you think military regulations are! I'm going to hang you! Bring the stuff over here!"

Selvin wiped his tears, snatched the iron box from his hand, and pulled out the cigarette from the copper tube. There was no time to smoke and taste it elegantly like before. He bit off one end roughly and threw it to the first mate, then took out another one and kept it for himself.

"Give me some too."

The second mate, who always maintained aristocratic manners and was meticulous, also came forward, took the iron box, and distributed it. The signal chief rubbed out a flame and lit it for everyone one by one.

A group of old men unbuttoned the collars of their uniforms, took off their hats, and regardless of the pain in their lungs, they puffed hard, swallowed and exhaled the thick smoke, looked at the tears and blood on each other's faces, and couldn't help laughing.

"It's time, everyone."

Selvin leaned back in his chair and found a comfortable position: "It's time to do our duty."

"Yeah."

The first mate grinned: "God bless the kingdom."

"God bless the kingdom!"

"God bless the kingdom..."

May God protect the kingdom, nothing else.

"Everyone attack!"

Selvin laughed and issued the final order: "Let those Asgardian barbarians see the backbone of Anglo!"

So, with a roar, all the engines overloaded and started.

The royal light burst out with brilliant colors, and the last first-generation fleet assembled, following closely under the leadership of the flagship, facing the glow of countless artillery bombardments, and rushed to the sea fortress.

With the last glory, the Anglo fleet played a dirge!

But at such a sad moment, an inappropriate voice sounded in the communication.

"Hey! I say everyone... Have you forgotten the second half of "God bless the kingdom"? "

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