Gu Li fell into the sea, and the longsword that had gone out of control turned into a pool of blood, quietly merging into the dark seawater.
Her brain was trying to process the sudden influx of information. The jumbled information kept flashing before her eyes. Gu Li stared blankly at the sky, and blood began to seep from her nostrils and ears.
Everything in sight began to distort and melt, and I seemed to hear a call from afar, but it quickly disappeared into the water.
She slowly closed her eyes. She was so tired; it felt like she hadn't rested like this in a long time.
Something rushed toward her with a clear purpose, and the accompanying undercurrent swept her deeper into the depths. The thing brushed against her hair.
The scattered strands of light golden hair were the only light in the deep sea above her forehead.
The obsidian headband, shimmering with a dark, shimmering light, teetered precariously, detached from her long hair, and drifted slowly into the deep sea.
Only that voice that appeared in my mind, having lost its composure, continued to ring out.
Chestnut, wake up!
Grab me!
That's...not...human anymore!
Wake up!
We need you!
Beneath the dark water, a girl dressed in a silver-black military uniform, which made her skin appear even paler, sank slowly with her eyes closed, her light-colored long hair enveloping her like dancing seaweed.
The world beneath the water's surface seemed to be a completely different world from the noisy and chaotic scene above.
Celine, her face serious, turned to her adjutant and asked, "How are the preparations going?"
The adjutant looked away from the screen, a thin layer of cold sweat clinging to his back, not to mention the bizarre monster Bellamy had brought.
Ever since Gu Li cleaved open the head that appeared to be human with a single sword strike and dropped it into the sea, the Eleventh Legion has been caught in a startling state of calm and madness.
Everyone was frantically attacking the monster that was still trying to reach underwater. The Bellamy warships that tried to take advantage of the situation were all flung into the deep pit they had just created by the tentacles that emerged from the seawater.
It should be to maintain a strange balance on the sea surface.
Bellamy's remaining warships dared not move, and the main firepower of the Eleventh Army was visibly concentrated on the monster named Anze.
This confirmed Celine's earlier suspicion: this seemingly glamorous and top-notch fighting legion was indeed no longer the 11th Army of yesteryear.
Their faces are still just as young, and their abilities and knowledge have reached new heights, but they have lost the most important thing in the legion.
That was an unwavering loyalty to the Federation, even unto death.
All their loyalty and vulnerability now rest on one person.
Celine took a deep breath and ignored the call from the safe zone for the first time. The adjutant quickly confirmed that he had returned.
"Report! Our dispatched warships have arrived in the nearby waters. Please provide instructions, sir!"
Celine, holding the hilt of her sword at her waist, walked briskly out: "First and second squadrons, come with me onto the ship to provide support. Our objective is to assist the 11th Army in destroying the enemy fleet."
"Teams three and four will remain on standby."
"The fifth and sixth teams, equipped with protective suits, went to the 11th Army's base to assist in the transfer of the wounded."
The adjutant immediately stood up straight: "Yes, sir!"
Celine and her men quickly disappeared outside the command center. Not far away, the sea surged with towering waves, giving them an opportunity.
Thrown off the raging behemoth, Eric dodged the giant wave and, gripping his sword, lifted a man from the water.
He glanced at Lancer, who was soaking wet and bleeding profusely from his wounds: "You were too impulsive. You should go back and get treatment now."
Lancer, who had originally transformed into a higher-level form to restrain Anze, reverted to human form and spit in a fit of rage.
"Go back if you want! I won't be able to face my girl if I don't kill that thing today!"
He struggled against Eric's sword for a moment, then was grabbed by the collar and thrown to the logistics personnel who came to assist him.
Lancer was stunned by the throw, and as he looked at Eric's tall and straight back, he opened his mouth as if to unleash a torrent of birdsong.
Suddenly he saw a hole the size of a wrist behind the figure, his face darkened and his voice rose even louder.
"You son of a bitch, you're actually applying double standards?!"
The logistics team members who came to help at the last minute hurriedly restrained Lancer to prevent his wound from reopening, while the 11th Army logistics team, who were prepared in advance, expressionlessly took out a wad of bandage and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.
They turned around and quickly carried the person away.
The reinforcements looked at Lancer, whose forehead was bulging with veins and who was constantly whimpering and struggling on the stretcher, with pity in their eyes.
Lan Meng appeared beside Eric at some point and had no objection to his act of forcibly throwing Lancer back.
He stretched his neck and wrists, his battle-ready gaze fixed on the monster that kept emitting shrieks.
"Levy and I will take over from here."
Eric nodded upon hearing this, then turned and walked towards the other side of the battlefield. They were still strictly adhering to the battle plan.
Before Gu Li returns, they will clear Bellamy's warships as much as possible.
"Are you so sure she'll come back?"
Eric didn't turn around; he just waved his hand behind him and said, "It's not that I believe it, it's his idea."
Lan Meng paused for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips before quickly disappearing.
"Really, my crystal ball isn't here, which has delayed my divination, otherwise..."
You don't need to worry so much.
Like everyone before him, he slightly opened his arms and jumped off the occupied warship.
The instant it fell into the water, a jet-black octopus, almost an irrational alien species, burst from the surface.
Countless eyes grew on the enormous head, and the jet-black arms had a faint bluish tint.
He glanced at Levi, who was rushing over from the other side: "It's finally our turn. To be honest, it's not easy to get a marine-type home field."
Levi, still covered in countless wounds, glanced at him before cautiously approaching Anze, who was unconsciously venting his pain.
"Be careful not to overdo it."
Lan Meng rubbed the two foremost wrists for a moment: "No problem, I'll give you a chance to make your move."
Levi's face, which had been unusually dark ever since the chestnut fell into the sea, paused for a second.
"No, I mean, just keep him in check. She probably wants revenge herself."
Lan Meng: "Huh?"
[I'm so worried! No one has gone down to look for them yet!]
[Am I just imagining things? The 11th Army doesn't seem to be in a hurry. Could it be that Gu Li is alright?!]
[I'm very sorry to shatter your illusions, but we've looked into it step by step, and Gu Li who fell into the sea indeed did not survive.]
[!! So, is my chestnut just going to be sacrificed like this?!]
[Even though this is on the battlefield... that's Lili who saved so many of us, waaaaaah!]
The possibility is relatively small...
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