bookrandom Chapter 1344 Boiling the Sea! This is the Empress's true greeting gift!
Chapter 1344 Boiling the Sea! This is the Empress's true greeting gift!
Inside the bridge of the HMS Dreadnought, the cruel smile on the East India Company naval captain's face froze instantly, replaced by an indescribable, utter shock!
He couldn't figure it out.
How could that flashy but impractical "toy" unleash such terrifying power?!
That's not a boat!
That was a divine kingdom that walked on the sea!
Just as he was feeling utterly devastated, a clear and melodious female voice transcended the barriers of space and rang directly in his mind.
"Who is coming?"
"Send your name."
"Otherwise, there will be no mercy."
Her voice was beautiful, but it made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave!
He knew he had kicked an unimaginable iron plate. He wanted to explain, but was horrified to find that his throat felt like it was being choked by an invisible hand, and he couldn't utter a single syllable!
God is as powerful as hell!
He could only watch helplessly as the moving "divine kingdom" slowly approached.
It moved slowly, but with each step it got closer, its aura of sacred majesty grew stronger.
The pressure was so intense it felt like his chest was about to burst, and even breathing became a luxury.
It’s over.
He and his prized fleet were nothing more than a bunch of insects that could be crushed at any moment in front of the enemy.
Finally, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.
At the bow of that "cruise ship" radiating a rainbow of light, stood a beautiful woman from the East, dressed in a magnificent black dress, her beauty otherworldly.
Behind her was a man wearing a pure gold mask.
The woman's face carried an indifferent look down on all living beings, her eyes seeming to be looking at a group of comical clowns.
Her long, dark gold train, five zhang long, fluttered in the wind, and on her skirt was a giant phoenix embroidered with real gold thread, its eyes wide open and its divine light shimmering.
Those eyes seemed to be announcing their impending doom.
"Captain, what... what do we do?" The adjutant's voice was distorted by extreme fear.
"how could I know!"
The captain was utterly terrified; the rationality and composure in his eyes had long been swallowed up by the purest despair.
Surrender? Beg for mercy?
Under that godlike pressure, he couldn't even move a finger!
Ten nautical miles.
Five nautical miles.
One nautical mile.
Finally, Phoenix came to a slow stop less than 100 meters from Intrepid.
The Eastern woman at the bow of the ship spoke again, her voice clear yet carrying a murderous aura of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
"I will ask one last time."
"Who is coming?"
"If you don't answer..."
"die."
A single word, as cold as ice from the deepest abyss, instantly froze the souls of everyone on the bridge of the "Dreadnought".
"I...we are..."
The captain mustered all his strength and finally managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth.
However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by an even more indifferent and impatient voice.
"Alright, Yan'er."
Lin Zhen stepped out from behind Murong Yan and stood at the bow of the ship, looking down at the flock of frightened birds below.
"Don't waste your time on these useless people who can't even speak properly."
His eyes, hidden beneath the mask, held a playful, cat-and-mouse glint.
"Since you refuse to talk, then I will help you save face."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand to everyone's astonishment.
He gently snapped his fingers, looking down at the calm, azure sea.
Snapped.
A crisp sound, barely audible.
The next second, hell descends!
Om-!
A terrifying roar, originating from the depths of the earth, erupted from within the hull of the "Phoenix"!
Centered on the "Phoenix", the sea surface within a radius of several thousand meters instantly boiled!
Countless enormous white bubbles, mixed with devastating heat, surged wildly from the seabed, instantly scalding the entire ocean!
Gulu! Gulu! Gulu!
The intense, boiling sound became the only background music to this hell on earth!
Those twenty-four indestructible ironclad behemoths were as fragile as paper toys in this boiling ocean that could melt steel!
The thick alloy armor melted and disintegrated as quickly as ice and snow the moment it came into contact with the terrifying heat!
The massive ship was easily overturned and torn apart by the impact of the huge boiling bubbles!
"what--!"
"Help!"
The piercing screams had barely begun when they abruptly ceased.
Those arrogant naval soldiers.
When exposed to terrifyingly high temperatures capable of instantly vaporizing a person, they couldn't even utter a complete scream.
And so, along with their proud warships, they turned into wisps of acrid, smoky smoke.
"Sorcery...this is sorcery!"
The surviving captain of the HMS Dauntless, looking out at the hellish scene, let out the most desperate roar of his life.
This is not technology!
This is an authority that only God possesses!
He looked up and saw a scene that froze his soul.
The man wearing a pure gold mask at the bow of the Phoenix was quietly watching him.
Those deep eyes were full of mockery and ridicule, as if they were enjoying his desperate and ugly state.
The otherworldly beauty of the Eastern woman beside him nestled quietly in his arms, a faint smile on her face.
The giant golden phoenix on the skirt has a captivating, piercing gaze.
It was as if offering a final tribute to this grand death.
The sea was a mess, like an abstract painting splashed with ink and fire.
The wreckage and ashes of twenty-four ironclad warships have stained this sea area a murky gray-black.
Only the flagship "Intrepid" is still barely clinging to life.
It resembles a charred, isolated island floating in purgatory, its hull riddled with molten wounds, revealing a red-hot metal skeleton beneath.
The broken chimney no longer spews out the black smoke that symbolized imperial glory; only deathly silence remains.
Everyone on the bridge collapsed to the ground, their eyes vacant, as if their souls had been ripped away by the divine punishment that had just occurred.
Their pride in steel, cannons, and imperial glory was boiled, melted, and crushed by an unreasonable fire.
Navy Captain John Carter knelt on the ground.
This former naval elite of the British Empire is now nothing more than a breathing walking corpse.
His once arrogant blue eyes now only held a bewildered look after being completely ruined.
He doesn't understand.
This is illogical.
Did a yacht boil the sea?
What's the underlying principle? What kind of terrifying energy is required?
His physics, his worldview, all collapsed at that moment.
"Looks like there's still one survivor."
Lin Zhen's calm voice sounded like a final judgment, pulling Carter back from the abyss of despair.
He suddenly looked up at the pair of mocking eyes beneath the pure gold mask.
Fear gripped his heart once again.
He opened his mouth as if to beg for mercy or threaten, but only a hoarse, broken bellows sound came out of his throat.
"Husband, are we still keeping them?"
Murong Yan frowned, her gaze sweeping over the dilapidated "Fearless" ship with a hint of obsessive-compulsive disgust.
These ants aren't even worthy of her husband's serious attention; keeping them around would only be an eyesore.
She was still wearing that same jet-black phoenix descending to earth dress, with a giant phoenix woven in gold thread on the hem, and her phoenix eyes were filled with a cold killing intent.
"Of course we should keep it."
Lin Zhen smiled and pinched her smooth cheek.
"A talking carrier pigeon is always more useful than a cold corpse."
He turned around and gave instructions into the communicator on his wrist.
"Yue Fei".
"Your subordinate is here!" Yue Fei's calm and steady voice rang out.
"Bring your men here and 'invite' all the officers on board back to me."
Lin Zhen spoke casually, as if he were instructing someone on a trivial matter.
"As for those small fry..."