Volume 15: Organisms and Organisms and Organisms Chapter 47: The Tenth Crown: The End of the Reincarnation (Part 1)
Once you see it, you will know that it is definitely not a phenomenon caused by normal holy light.
Like ink spilled on a piece of white paper , the blue-black twisted flames began to burn through the surrounding space, gradually squeezing into this pure white blocked world from the incomprehensible abnormal world. The flames, as if from Hades, illuminated everyone's face in an icy blue.
The NPCs had already bowed their heads and prayed that they could return alive on this journey, while the players excitedly turned on their cameras as they looked at the twisted flames. It was a rare opportunity to directly witness a behemoth of this level, and even for players of their level, being able to ride on a battleship was already a great honor, but watching the ice-blue scene gradually squeezed into the pale world still made everyone feel a little shocked.
It is not a still picture, but a flowing song.
Slowly emerging from the ice-blue flames was a ramming horn that looked extremely sharp.
The black horn was branded with icy blue runes, and endless pain and wailing lingered around the pitch-black horn. Light silver lightning jumped and flickered around it, occasionally splitting out a terrifying crack. The black scar was like the eye of a monster, making people feel terrified.
Along with the collision that tore through the space, the terrifying blue flames began to spread around, and even blew up a terrifying gale in this white space. It was as if the screams of countless innocent victims in the famine suddenly swept across the entire ship. Both the players and NPCs subconsciously covered their ears, trying to resist the desperate screams coming from their hearts. However, the tranquility runes in the cabin and the shields outside were just like decorations, looming in the howling storm, and could only bring a little subtle, like spiritual comfort, just making them barely rational.
"What the hell is this... Is this also holy light...?"
No, if you don't use emergency braking...
Hearing the screams coming from his ears, the golden-haired captain pressed the emergency brake button with difficulty to isolate all external interference factors.
The power transmitted from the subspace boiler instantly covered the entire battleship. Amid the screams of some low-end NPCs and players, the entire spaceship fell into an extra-dimensional state. With the death of all the weak members, everyone avoided this wave of so-called attacks.
"Their sacrifice is only temporary!"
Taking a look at the ship's hull that was beginning to become blurry, as if an infinite number of worlds were stacked together, the captain spat, stood up, smoothed his hair, and began to give a confident speech.
"I believe our ship encountered some kind of wonder or accident in the universe. I cannot deny that this might be the work of the Holy Light, but this has no meaning other than proving the hypocrisy of the Holy Light. Some lowly staff and players will always be able to find it, but as long as we are alive, we can report this conspiracy to the parliament—"
"What is that? It's not a horn, it's a thorn..."
"WTF..."
Before he had finished a few words of the speech, the exclamation that sounded like a death warrant rang out again.
The captain subconsciously glanced at the display readings and found that after the ice-blue storm, the space around the collision corner was torn apart more and more, casting an extremely huge shadow in front of everyone, making them subconsciously hold their breath.
The ram itself was three times the size of the current warship, but when the product behind it slowly floated up, everyone realized that the ram they had in mind seemed to be just a decorative spike on a huge warship. The blue flames that tore through the space quickly swallowed up all the white, and a huge shadow gradually appeared on the instrument readings. Several people in charge of ship operations and management took a breath when they saw the data above.
That was an incomprehensible series of numbers.
Since the free world began to develop ships, the largest models and sizes of warships have been less than one-tenth of that figure.
What was even more horrifying was that even with such a terrifying number, it was still only a small part of the shadow. The main battleship they were on was as inconspicuous as a small teardrop in front of this huge black celestial body, and this proportion was expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At first, there was the spike that was thought to be a ramming horn, and then countless dark blue spikes that tore through space appeared together on a huge black structure. And in the huge black structure, there was a series of dark blue lines deeply imprinted in the structure of unknown depths. Countless black feathers and flames began to burn around, even making the warships hiding in the cracks of time and space tremble uncontrollably.
The distance between the two was clearly only a light second, but it felt as if the terrifying warship was within reach of them.
"I don't think I've ever seen such a terrifying ship in my life... Is it really a battleship? Or some kind of cosmic wonder?"
Can this be considered a battleship?
Looking at the black and blue structure that was gradually becoming more and more orderly, the first mate couldn't help but mutter to himself while looking at the monitor.
As a member of a shipbuilding family, he was more aware of the possible cost and fraud of such things. Even the huge black cube that had already appeared might be worth more than all the warships of the Free Alliance bundled together. Not to mention the shadows hidden deeper in the cracks.
But it might be because it was too big. After revealing a structure similar to a giant temple, the structure that was as big as an entire country on the ground stopped expanding, leaving only the orderly, Gothic-style structure. After confirming the temple structure clearly visible in the azure flame, the NPCs and players breathed a sigh of relief . Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing to die in such a spectacle.
However, who in this world can control such a terrifying battleship?
"The tenth Ten-Crown Class Battleship, currently operated by His Majesty the Tenth Crown Undead Hall."
Facing the terrifying shadow of the collapse of heaven and earth, the voice of the emotionless mechanical Holy Spirit echoed in everyone's ears.
"The Ten Crown Battleship is used to carry out super star cluster-level suppression missions, and only demigods can operate it. Judging from its current power, the operator is one of His Majesty's clones. I have locked all weapon systems and am waiting for His Majesty to take over. Please do not make any hostile moves to avoid accidents."
"W-what?! Lock the weapon system?! When did I ever give such an order?!"
"Of course you didn't give this order..."
The voice of the Mechanical Holy Spirit was cold and numb, and the inorganic voice seemed to contain a will that made people shudder.
"That's what I want to do."
