Chapter 219: Chapter 154: This Will Be a Perfect Ambush! (Part 2)

There’s no need to blockade the port anymore.

Just wait for the Pure Beauty Sea Waves to weaken the Golden Armored Warriors, and then withdraw the waves. With the firepower of two warships and two hundred well-trained soldiers, Ralph is confident he can slaughter those resisting Ark Warriors.

It’s time to show them the true strength of the Alliance Legion!

The sun gradually sets.

Ralph patiently waits for the right moment.

"Commander!"

But just then, a trembling voice reaches Ralph’s ears.

The commander turns around, only to see an intelligence officer scrambling onto the deck. He looks at Ralph, his face pale, and cries out:

"Our... our magic-guided signal receiver has captured the signals of the Empire warships!"

"What did you say?!"

Ralph’s pupils instantly shrink to pinpoints. He grabs the collar of the officer and asks sternly, "Where are the Empire people now?"

"Right... right beside us..."

The intelligence officer’s voice is extremely dry: "Right beside us..."

The air above the sea suddenly turns cold.

A sudden frost wind sweeps across the sea, countless colorful petals freeze instantly, then are crushed into icy debris by the bitter cold wind.

The Empire people forcefully pull the world back into the coldest of winters.

Ralph silently releases his grip, gradually turning his head. An oddly shaped ’island’ sails away from the Fog Strait, capturing everyone’s attention.

It looks like a rounded lump of iron, the hull lacking masts or sails, blending seamlessly with the cold sea surface.

Dozens of pirate heads are strung on the communication mast protruding from the iron lump, its brutal and bloody style chilling anyone’s heart with just a glance.

As someone who has participated in the northern and southern naval wars, Ralph knows that the main body of that ship lies beneath the water’s surface.

Without a doubt, it is the Empire’s Black Dream submarine!

If the Alliance’s magic-guided ships can be likened to flamboyant seagulls in the sky, then the Empire’s Black Dream submarine is the silent, majestic reef beneath the sea.

Sharp and dangerous.

As the Empire’s warship surfaces, a thin layer of ice covers the sea.

The Nightmare Demon curses the Empire, the Nightmare Demon blesses the Empire, where the machine passes, it becomes frozen soil. Neither the Empire people nor their opponents destined for a warm harbor.

Ralph feels a moment of daze.

Even though Ark Island is closer to the northern part of the world map, it is still thousands of kilometers away from the Northern Empire, and yet they appear here...

This means the Imperial Legion had reached the vicinity of Ark Island long before the Alliance.

——How long have they been watching?

"Send a message now, inform Chief of Staff Nico and Commander Horn, have them arrive at Camelot Port to support us as quickly as possible."

Sending messages across the sea is not an easy task; only the elusive Secret Guard can ignore the limitations of ’distance’.

So Ralph isn’t sure how much longer he can hold out.

He just knows that the identities of hunter and prey have now reversed.

The Graythorn Commander takes a deep, pungent drag, staring dead at the Empire’s Black Dream, a bitter expression emerging on his face.

"Now we’re in big trouble..."

·

Inside the Black Dream submarine, a young man dressed in a double-breasted dark Empire uniform, chest adorned with medals, carefully observes the scene outside the sea surface.

"Even now, the Ark Kingdom hasn’t shown any signs of seeking assistance from us..."

The young man exhales cold air, rubbing his silver-white mechanical hand: "It’s truly regrettable..."

He ignores the Alliance ships nearby and focuses on the Ark Warriors wielding Ash Soil Giant Swords.

The Imperial Count’s gaze is full of admiration.

With such outstanding willpower, even the large nightmares deep in the frozen soil would struggle to erode their souls.

All perfect candidates...

Infusing such souls into machinery, their minds may never waver. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

The ’young man’ turns to a waiting man and asks, "Osguta, what kind of person is Lin Lan?"

Osguta hesitates for a second, then decides to honestly express his deepest feelings.

"I cannot judge Lord Lin Lan’s true nature, Count Elio."

He replies respectfully: "When I meet the Ark Leader’s gaze, all I see is an extreme void, even the curse embedded deep in my soul falls silent at that moment."

"Ah, I’m actually quite interested in this aspect..."

Count Elio clicks his tongue thoughtfully: "Since even the almighty Duke is cautious of Lord Lin Lan."

Then, the Count snaps his fingers, and a projection from the Soul Cage embedded in the wall reveals a figure.

Elio curiously asks, "What do you think of Lord Lin Lan, No. 444?"

"He is an extremely dangerous non-human entity."

No. 444 remains silent for a moment before responding, "He is a monster more sinister than the deepest nightmares of the abyss."

"I understand now, upon returning to the Empire, I will arrange for the Prophet Council to conduct a thorough evaluation of your mental state."

Elio’s tone turns instantly cold.

He casually states the frightening rule: "If you fail the psychological evaluation, you’ll face humane execution."

"Understood, Count Elio!"

Osguta immediately responds.

No. 444 also lowers his head expressionlessly: "I have no objections."

"Good that you both understand."

Elio speaks lightly, moving his mechanically constructed body.

The vigor of this young facade is merely a disguise.

"In other words, merely two Alliance Legions cannot threaten the Ark Leader, but we must fulfill the Duke’s orders."

The Imperial Count sighs: "Though the Empire can’t provide crucial aid, we must at least demonstrate our friendliness and sincerity to Lord Lin Lan."

"All in accordance with Frost Falcon Duke’s directives." Osguta responds respectfully.

"Then let’s proceed."

The Count’s lips curl into a cold smile: "The Alliance soldiers’ heads will serve as our greatest token of sincerity, and we must act swiftly."

·

Ultimately, Ralph’s request for aid was a step too late.

As Graythorn’s two warships appear on the sea surface, Horn is already leading the Silver Wing Legion eagerly toward the Southern Territory of Ark Island.

Abundant wealth awaits right before him!

The Silver Wing Commander’s eyes gleam with excitement; the only war chariot has already been dragged to the Eastern Border. By the time Lord Lin Lan notices anything amiss, likely a magic bomb would have struck overhead.

Horn doesn’t believe the local native bumpkins could escape Seagull City in time.

Can messages fly faster than Alliance warships?

This is undoubtedly a perfect surprise attack!

·

Inside the Sun Mine.

Lin Lan and Ed intently listen to the Sun Warriors’ reports on the frontline situation.

The Graythorn Legion has split its forces, and a strange diving ship has engaged them. Meanwhile, the four warships of the Silver Wing Legion have approached the capital of Ark.

Ed’s expression remains unchanged.

The battlefield is ever-changing, and the enemy cannot act predictably.

However, five days have already passed...

"Empire warships have clearly helped us alleviate pressure, Lord Lin Lan."

After a moment, Ed earnestly suggests: "Let’s proceed according to the planned strategy."

Lin Lan nods, and the next moment, his consciousness returns to the empty port.

Eleanor stands guard beside the youth; her thick tail nearly encircles Lin Lan entirely.

The Foreigner opens his eyes, spreads his palm, and a delicate character card spins out. The next moment, Captain Ota’s figure emerges in the spotlight.

On the coastline, over a hundred Ark Warriors clad in the second-generation Sun Armor stand silently in the night.

The Power Furnace has successfully completed its warming process.

The hand cannons on the warriors’ arm armor shine brightly under the lights.