Although the Sonia Sea is not like the Misty Sea, which often has heavy fog, the northern area is still occasionally filled with not-so-thin fog in the early mornings of autumn and winter.
Alger Wilson's "Blue Avenger" was sailing in such an environment, returning to the coast of Loen along the border of Sonia Island.
——He has stayed in the North Sonia Sea for too long and must go back to report on his work.
In the pale white mist, the ghost ship moved forward quietly, appearing and disappearing from time to time, like a dream that left no trace.
Alger was entangled by the wind, standing in the air in front of the window, admiring the white world outside and letting his thoughts spread unrestrainedly to different places.
Suddenly, his eyes focused, and some silver-white light flashed in his pupils. He saw a huge ship with sails flying silently in the fog in the distance.
This ship was not alone, there were many similar ships following behind it, one, two, three... they formed a long fleet.
“Feysac’s Sonia Sea Fleet… they’ve all set out… where are they going?” Alger’s feet suddenly landed on the deck.
His gaze immediately turned to the other side, where Sonia Island was located.
After various exchanges at the Tarot Club, Alger had determined that the world situation was tense and war was imminent. At this moment, he made associations and made certain guesses.
For the Feysac Empire and the Kingdom of Loen, Sonia Island was a very important place. If it was occupied by Loen, then Feysac's Eastern Navy would be blocked in the cold north, unable to compete for the various colonial islands in the Sonia Sea, and unable to go to East Balam. At the same time, after they launched a war, if they wanted to threaten the heartland of Loen, they would have to cross the Amanda Mountains or cross the sea, passing through the defenses of several counties, which was very, very difficult.
If Sonia Island is occupied by the Feysac Empire, all ports in northern and central Loen will be within the attack range, including but not limited to Enmat Port and Pritz Port. If the commander of Feysac is bolder and does not care about the losses, he can even directly target Backlund, the capital of Loen, which is not far from the port.
It was precisely because of this that the "Twenty Years' War" broke out between the two countries. The Feysac Empire won and obtained the crucial "Southward Passage".
In the subsequent "Battle of Oath Breaking", Loen won the war but failed to regain the territory, and only half of its strategic goal was achieved.
Alger stared for a while, then whispered with a serious expression:
"Is war about to break out..."
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Backlund, a large and orderly Feysac airship force cut in from the northern area and arrived above this metropolis.
As soon as they approached, the Holy Wind Cathedral and other places seemed to have been prepared. The whistling sound of the wind suddenly became fierce, transforming into one giant blue-black blade after another, whizzing towards the target like a cannonball fired into the air.
Seeing that these giant blades were about to hit the airbags of the airship formation, an invisible layer of defense emerged, blocking all attacks outside.
Under the violent blow, the transparent "wall" became shaky, but it finally held up.
At the same time, the gun muzzles, machine gun muzzles, and launching ports on the airship opened one after another and aimed downwards.
Bang!
As a hurricane formed around the Holy Wind Cathedral, the sound of an explosion spread in all directions.
In such a terrible storm, the airships were like ships sailing on the sea, rising and falling in the mountain-like waves, and were about to be thrown far away.
At this moment, on the leading airship, a light like a blend of blood and rust flashed, covering all the companions and connecting them one by one.
Suddenly, Feysac's airship fleet stabilized in the hurricane, no longer looking like tiny ships in the huge waves.
The high-level power of the "Red Priest" path belongs to war, and war is the art of gathering people!
This is the authority of the "War Bishop"!
After the Feysac people blocked this wave of attacks, they took advantage of the fact that the rest of the counterattacks had not yet arrived and pushed the bombs out of the throwing hole one by one, letting them fall downwards.
In the hurricane, the trajectories of these bombs became unpredictable.
Boom! Boom!
Sparks also flashed from the corresponding gun muzzles, fully displaying the joy of the God of War.
The airship fleet did not attempt to pass through Backlund. After entering the North District, it immediately turned to the West District, which was the political center of the Loen Kingdom.
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North District, Backlund University of Technology.
The withered yellow leaves of the Intis sycamore trees fluttered in the wind, and students were coming and going on the campus, carrying books or bags.
As a member of an institution of higher learning and as the first batch of students of this newly established university, these young people are full of vitality and yearning for the future. They gather together every day to discuss their ideals, recite poetry, and study technology. They are simple and happy.
Melissa Moretti walked among them, looked up at the wall clock on the top of the main teaching building, and involuntarily quickened her pace a little.
She was going to Principal Momont today to help prepare for the mechanical laboratory that was about to be established.
This is something she likes and is very interested in. It makes her feel happy every day, and makes her feel that campus life is so wonderful and her classmates are so lovely.
Subconsciously, Melissa glanced at the steam locomotive placed in the center of the square. Its huge and complex body demonstrated the infinite charm of the mechanical field.
Many students like to gather there, tinkering and studying structures, and the school neither encourages nor prohibits this.
Melissa smiled slightly and was about to look away.
Suddenly, an iron-gray object fell from the sky and landed in the center of the square.
Boom!
The ground shook violently, and all the glass in the main teaching building was shattered. If Melissa had not been far away, she might have been knocked over by the gust of wind.
Countless screams followed, and Melissa, like other students, ran around in panic, not knowing what was going on.
After all, she was only sixteen or seventeen years old and had never really experienced such a scene.
The billowing smoke and dust gradually fell down, and Melissa, who had hidden behind a tree, subconsciously turned her gaze toward the place where the explosion had just occurred.
Her expression froze in an instant, and her eyes became dull.
The steam locomotive was torn into pieces, with parts and debris scattered everywhere.
Some of the students who were around or passing by had already fallen to the ground with their bodies broken, without making any sound; others were covered in blood, many with charred marks, and were still groaning in pain.
This scene was like an oil painting, it was so unreal. Melissa stared at it, unable to react for a moment.
Carter, a male classmate she knew who was very research-minded, always confidently said during discussions that he wanted to be a ship engineer, but now, only half of his body was left, with his intestines spilling out all over the floor;
Eudora, a classmate of hers, studied mechanics, but she loved poetry and was quite talented in this area. She was loved by people around her. Sometimes, Melissa would attend their gatherings and listen to Eudora's recitation quietly. She thought she was a charming girl. But now, one of her legs was bloody and she was groaning in a semi-conscious state.
…
In just a few seconds, these people's future was cruelly changed.
It was not until many teachers rushed out of the teaching building, began to rescue the injured, and organized the evacuation of students that Melissa woke up and hurriedly moved closer to the teachers.
"Listen to me! Divide into two groups, one group goes to the laboratory, and the other group goes to the Denis Church. They both have underground areas where you can hide." One of the teachers, although his face was full of fear, still kept his composure and made arrangements in a clear and loud voice, as if he had received special training.
He looked around and saw that the students were still afraid to leave the teacher, so he hurriedly said:
"Don't worry too much. The enemy's airship has turned and headed to the west area. There is no danger here."
His words were accompanied by rumbling sounds of explosions coming from the southwest.
The West District... the Kingdom's Upper and Lower Houses, various departments, and the City Hall are all over there... Melissa heard the teacher's words and immediately thought of a lot of things.
Her eyes flickered, and she suddenly pursed her lips, turned around and ran towards the school gate, ignoring the teacher's call from behind.
Melissa soon came to the street along the covered area. She gasped for breath and looked around to figure out the direction.
At this time, she saw the nearby subway entrance. Although she was panicking, she still remembered what the teacher had just said:
"…There are underground areas where you can hide!"
Isn't the subway underground? The bombing had just begun, so the subway should not have stopped running yet... Melissa's thoughts raced as she rushed to the entrance that showed signs of the bombing.
After entering the underground, she found that there were not as many people here as she had expected. Most ordinary people who had not received training would not have thought of hiding here at the first time.
The subway had indeed not stopped running, but no one was checking tickets. Melissa, who had been waiting for a while, ran up, her mouth tightly pursed, her face full of anxiety.
Three stops later, the subway stopped at King's Avenue. Melissa squeezed through the crowd and rushed out of the vehicle.
Her strength had been restored, and she ran faster and faster down the stairs, quickly reaching the ground.
At this moment, wherever she looked, there was chaos. Many buildings collapsed and burned with red flames. Broken limbs, dead bodies, and blood were everywhere. Shouts, screams, and orders came one after another.
Seeing this scene, Melissa became more and more anxious and tried to run to the four-story building where the Kingdom’s Ministry of Finance was located.
However, the area has been blocked off and you can see that a lot of glass is broken, there are dense bullet holes on the walls, and there are still traces of explosions in some places.
Melissa went around the blockade and tried to enter, but was blocked by the soldiers who were maintaining order. She became more and more anxious, and her eyes were slightly red.
Just then, she saw a familiar figure, it was Benson without a hat, with black hair and brown eyes.
As soon as Benson saw Melissa, he immediately came over, his face no longer anxious, but angry, and he shouted:
"Why did you come here? Why don't you hide underground? I'm safe here!
"Come on, follow me over there!"
You didn’t go underground either… Melissa, who had never been yelled at by her brother like that, wanted to respond, but her vision was already blurred.
"Huh..." After Benson finished yelling, he let out a breath and said in a gentle tone, "I'm glad you're okay. Come on, stop wandering around the streets."
Hearing these words, Melissa's panic and worry suddenly subsided, miraculously subsided. At this moment, she felt that even if she died, it would not be so scary. At least she would not be the only one left at home.
At this time, a bomb was blown by a hurricane in the air and fell into the area.
Suddenly, the bomb changed direction and flew away sideways.
Boom!
It exploded in mid-air, causing only some wind and waves.