The next morning, Luo Ya was awakened by the sound of the alarm.
When the black-haired teenager opened his eyes, the gemstones on the wall were glowing red under the effect of the curse. He was shocked and quickly got up.
Although there were many gemstones on the Golden Warship, the ones that woke the crew up were not of this color. Red gemstones represented an alarm on the ship. When it lit up, it meant only one thing, and that was the appearance of the enemy.
The sound of the crew's hurried footsteps and noises came from the corridor. Luo Ya got up, put on his coat and rushed out of the door. He saw Xia Luote who also rushed out of the door.
"Luo Ya, it's an enemy attack."
The reddish-brown haired girl frowned uneasily. Luo Ya's face did not change, but he could not help but sigh in his heart.
After all the calculations, the danger could not be avoided.
[Witness countdown: 24 hours and 47 minutes]
Looking at the countdown in the system, Luo Ya knew that there was no way to avoid it. With more than a day left, they would either win or lose in the sea battle. There was no way to delay it on land.
Thinking of this, the teenager grabbed the girl's hand and rushed to the upper deck. Along the way, the two of them saw a group of people looking to the east. Luo Ya turned his head and saw a fleet emerging from the sea under the light of the rising sun.
Without a doubt, the six light spots were the [Six Disasters] that Gordon and the others worshipped as the gods. As for the reason why the fleet suddenly caught up with the Golden Warship, Luo Ya also found out.
The Seafolk.
Under the light of the rising sun, the strange-looking tentacle monsters in the sea were gradually sinking into the deep sea. They hated the strong light and would only appear on cloudy days. However, they were not interested in the warships that were within reach.
Obviously, the sea monsters and the rebels led by Gordon were in cahoots. In order to take back the [Egg], they had joined hands with the Seafolk and became the traitors of the human army.
"Gordon should not have the ability to communicate with the Seafolk. Why would those fishes help him?"
"If it's Gordon, it's indeed impossible. However, our enemy is not only them."
Yisha Beila looked at the enemy warships in the distance while surrounded by sailors. Her eyes were full of seriousness.
"I'm afraid it's a trick of the Saint Heroes Guild."
Her Majesty said as she gave the order loudly. Dozens of warships began to set off amidst the sound of the broadcast. They gathered in formation and took up advantageous positions. Hundreds of Silver Eagles on the warships soared in the sky to observe the situation of the enemy. The detection under the water was also activated.
In the distance, Gordon's fleet was also making an emergency turn. The captains were personally steering the ship, trying their best to keep it parallel to the Golden Fleet's warships, so as to avoid being shot to the bottom of the sea by the bow cannons.
More than an hour had passed in the midst of their respective preparations. The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer. In a situation where both sides were clear about each other's tactics, no one would take the initiative to become the target of the main cannons. Close-range shooting and boarding battle would become the main theme.
The sailors on the mast readied their arrows, and the soldiers on the side of the ship held their shields. While both sides were tense, a light flashed on St. Mary's. It was a communication request from St. Martin, the flagship of the rebels.
Yisha Beila looked into the distance. Her gaze passed through the vast sea and landed on the white-haired old man at the bow of the flagship opposite her. She thought for a moment and finally turned on the device gently.
"It's been a long time, Yisha Beila."
An old voice rang out, greeting the brown-haired queen. It was also the first and last communication before the battle began.
"Yisha Beila, you should know that our race inherited the bloodline of the highland elves. Our bloodline gave us glory, and the source of our power, [Loyalty], was the source of our power. Mother Goddess was the great existence that our ancestors were loyal to in the past. It was the time when our race was at its most prosperous. Only by regaining the faith of the past can we regain the glory of the past!"
Gordon Sofia's old face flushed red. He looked forward and shouted under the gaze of tens of thousands of people on dozens of warships.
"For thousands of years, the prosperous times have become a thing of the past. Destruction is unavoidable like fate. The power of Mother Goddess and the Oracles is far from what we can contend against. Compared to them, humans are like eggs. Rely on the strong, obey fate, and regain loyalty. This is the way for us to survive!"
The old man said as he looked up at the sky. His eyes were filled with reverence. The sea was silent. The sailors looked at each other. The [Loyalty] source and the cruel reality made them cower.
If it was justifiable, and if they were powerless to resist, then it seemed that it was only right to stand on the side of the strong. Gordon's words undoubtedly shook the will of the warriors. Amidst the clamor of the crowd, Yisha Beila looked determined. She stepped forward and stood at the highest point of the warship, looking at the end of the waves.
"Gordon, don't play such tricks anymore. Perhaps our ancestors were loyal to Mother Goddess, but don't forget that before that, all intelligent races were children of Xi Ya. If regaining the faith of the past can make us stronger, then it can only be the Primordial Goddess. As for the fate of destruction, don't make me laugh my head off!"
"For thousands of years, the masters of the world have changed many times, but the civilization is still the same. Where is the invincible Mother Goddess that you speak of now? Who is controlling one of the [Six Disasters]? Humans may not be strong enough yet, but fate is far from over. What right do you have to talk about the future of humans when you've already prostrated yourself on the ground? "
Yisha Beila looked back and looked at her subordinates on the dozens of warships behind her. It was as if she could see the history of the birth of this huge fleet.
"Do you think we don't know how strong the enemy is? No, we know. We also know that this mission is extremely dangerous. However, as the most powerful maritime group of the current human civilization and the army that has preserved the best technology, we represent the civilization itself. At this critical moment when the human world in the north is in danger, we are the last defenders of the entire civilization. When our descendants look back on history thousands of years later, they will be proud of our courage! "
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