Orc Tyrant

The crew in the engine room wore the light blue uniforms of Trust. They were servants of the Supreme Council just like Zorke, dedicated to spreading true civilization and enlightenment to every corner of the world.

Of course, they don't know the details of Enlightenment, and they don't know what the real evolution is.

But they don’t need to know. For them, working hard at the will of the parliament is enough.

A tall figure stood out from the group of poor servants. He was wrapped in a cyan robe, looming in the darkness, and the symbol representing the arcanist was branded on the chain around his silver mask.

"Gared, you have to ensure that we move forward at a steady speed, but be prepared to raise our engine to maximum power."

"As you wish."

The senior arcanist responded with artificial voice through a series of synthesizers, and said that in the position where his eyes were supposed to be, a pair of flashing red diodes were faintly discernible in the dark.

The strange protrusions covered by his long robe indicate more mechanical transformations on his body, and his withered hands folded on his abdomen are the only evidence that Gared is indeed a human being.

As we all know, arcanists generally have extreme lifespans because the activities of Ethereal Nanoworms will greatly accelerate the aging rate of cells, but after certain modifications, the rate of aging can be slowed down, but before the arrival of the trust council, there were only a few. The chosen arcanist can

Get such a favor.

Gared is one of them. In theory, he "dead" a hundred years ago, but actually hides him and waits for the "time of dawn."

Afterwards, he retreated into the shadows again.

Turning to face the other screen, Zolke spoke again:

"armory."

The ordnance deck is shown there. The captain of the second ship, Melfrey, is located here, roaring and issuing severe orders to the sweaty servicemen and crews of different ranks working on the dark and messy deck, just in Cusco. The piles of shells made in the Er factory emit a faint light.

The ammunition depot spans the entire under the bow of the Venus, and has an extraordinary industrial beauty just like the rest of the battleship.

Realizing that he was called, Melfrey turned to his captain immediately.

"Ensure that all main guns are loaded smoothly and are ready at all times, Malfrey."

"Yes, sir, as you wish."

The lower part of Malfrey's face has been replaced by a metal grille, so he said in a monotonous, thin tone.

Most of his jaw and chin were destroyed at dawn. Although there are techniques to repair, he stubbornly retained it as a kind of lesson or memorial.

Zorke sent away the deputy captain, and the video screen went blank.

Then he entered a series of code sequences into his command seat. When Zorke stood on the bridge, he felt that under the action of the hydraulic piston, the high platform was slowly and solemnly rising, making the high platform more and more effective. The observation deck of the lookout is at the same level.

The crystal dome above his head slowly opened, and the endless ocean stretched out in front of him. Somewhere after penetrating the sinking sea of ​​fog was Van Geely, a port occupied by Oak, which was the stage of his destiny.

According to the latest intelligence, the New California Republic is about to begin their retaliation, as a feedback to the previous Ouke attack, although not so timely.

In Zork’s view, the maritime power of the New California Republic is crushing to Oak. Even a fleet is enough to destroy those floating garbage dumps. The target of this attack is likely to be Europe in the port. Gram battleship.

But from another angle, even if Oak was stupid, he would not let his warships be rushed into the face and attacked. Their resistance would be very fierce. This was exactly the opportunity he needed.

At a time when both sides are fighting for both sides, he will become the last reaper.

Whether it is the New California Republic or Oak, they have no place in the great ambition of the trust. They should all be erased, and Zorke will never let go of a great opportunity to weaken their maritime power.

Moreover, the main purpose of the Fog Fleet’s voyage was to adapt the performance of the warships. Although the last battle was easily won, most of the enemies were old battleships, which were not enough to represent the strongest maritime power of mankind. In this regard, the new The Navy of the Republic of California can be called the pinnacle of mankind, and it is absolutely of practical significance.

As for Ouke.

Just like the garbage floating in the port, it must be cleaned up regularly, or it will become a big problem sooner or later.

These thoughts floated in his mind, but Zorke's movements did not stop.

"Emilia, first-level navigator."

He whispered, staring at the vast sea.

"Sir."

A female voice was transmitted into the command seat through the communicator.

"Take us to Fan Jili."

"The coordinates are locked, Captain."

Amyari’s navigator is located in the radar room, and there are three navigators like her around, who use various instruments to locate the fleet.

Zolke nodded, and suddenly felt the vast sea split in front of him. He keenly noticed something slipping under the battleship. The Ethereal Nanoworm not only changed the essence of his life, but also gave him something different. The senses.

Occasionally, he would wonder if this is witchcraft?

But the trust strictly prohibits any witchcraft research, and has enacted very strict laws, and everything related to witchcraft must be destroyed.

This is also one of the reasons why the Supreme Council is at war with many human kingdoms, because those human beings are gradually indulging in witchcraft. The councilors declared that this would lead to the destruction of the entire planet. For this reason, they either gave up witchcraft or were "purified".

Therefore, he can only bury this idea deep in his heart.

Indeed, what is witchcraft compared to the power of technology?

When he was driving this powerful warship and appeared in front of his enemies like a god, other warships could only be destroyed like paper. It had enough power to complete any task alone.

These forces come from twelve high-power ion cannons, dozens of secondary laser cannons, three-sided high-precision fire control and radar, as well as invisible resonance that can shield the naked eye and infrared sight, as well as high-strength toughness and self-repair. Qingjing armor.

It is a sea monster with both strength and elegance. It is twice as long as a normal battleship, yet weighs only half of them. It looks like a slender machete, in an uninvisible state, especially when exposed to sunlight. Down, as bright as ice crystals.

It is a work of art, and it is destined to be extraordinary. It took three years for the water combat weapon manufacturing plant of the trust to invest huge manpower and material resources to manufacture it. This is the weapon with the highest level of craftsmanship in the world at present.

Only the Venus could withstand the fearsome firepower of the enemy’s main fleet, so it became the flagship of the Fog Fleet and the community of shared future for Zorke. Although he was not a naval officer in the past, he was his father. It was an imperial navy colonel who died in a shipwreck and changed his family and his life forever.

With the salty sea breeze rushing towards his face, Zolke couldn't help but open his arms, wanting to embrace the world.

"Listen to... the future."

He began to whisper, resonating with the echo in his mind.

Suddenly, the reminder light of the newly-replaced sign on his command seat lights up, making Zorke bathe in his own heaven, the command high platform begins to slowly descend, and the dome gradually closes.

But he was still immersed in the illusion of the future, imagining that he would drive the Venus to destroy all enemies at sea, and then take it to the legendary sea of ​​stars to conquer again.

"Like a god."

He whispered, with a satisfied smile on his face.