northernbook Chapter 870 - 393: One Against Two Fleets (Part 2)
Chapter 870 - 393: One Against Two Fleets (Part 2)
The dusk along the coast of Harp Sea was supposed to be gentle.
Fishermen hauled in their nets and returned to port, children chased waves on the beach, smoke rose gracefully from red-tiled rooftops carrying the aroma of grilled fish. But on this day, the sunset was stained blood-red.
Woo~ Woo~
The piercing air raid sirens shattered the quiet.
People looked up in confusion to see flocks of iron birds flying from the horizon, the black objects hanging under their wings gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
"It’s airplanes! Western Pole Kingdom’s airplanes!"
Someone screamed.
In the next second, heavy bombs fell like raindrops.
Boom~
The first bomb landed in the middle of the fishing port, the shockwave tore wooden fishing boats to pieces, burning diesel spread across the sea, flames instantly engulfing the fishermen who couldn’t escape in time.
Seventeen-year-old Amir watched helplessly as his father was blown away by the blast, his body smashing against the reefs, twisted like a rag doll.
"Dad!"
His cries were drowned out by successive explosions.
Hassan’s Family’s bakery turned into a sea of fire in the third round of bombing.
Sixty-year-old Old Hassan desperately shielded his grandson Yusuf with his body, but the scorching airwave still flipped the roof beams.
Burning wood crashed onto the old man’s back, the smell of charred flesh mixed with the scent of blood spread everywhere.
"Grandpa! Grandpa!"
Yusuf cried out trying to pull the old man out, but his small hands could not move the heavy beam.
"Go... hurry..."
Old Hassan coughed blood, pushing his grandson toward the door, "Go find your sister..."
A napalm bomb struck the oil tanker next door.
Boom~~
The fiery dragon instantly engulfed the entire street.
Yusuf was thrown over ten meters by the blast, and when he got back up, there was only a sea of fire behind him. The heat distorted the air, he vaguely saw the silhouette of his grandfather slowly curling up within the flames, finally becoming a charred shadow.
On the coastal defense line, the remaining militia aimed old-style rifles into the sky, the bullets couldn’t even touch the edges of the fighter jets, the beyond-visual-range strikes rendered their outdated anti-air systems defenseless.
"Save the bullets!"
The squad leader Mahmoud spat out the sand in his mouth, "Wait until they dive then..."
Whizz~
A cruise missile precisely hit the watchtower, raising a massive fire cloud, even the air twisted.
Debris severed Mahmoud’s left arm, he stumbled to his knees, pressing down hard on the bleeding wound with his right hand.
Through his blurred vision, the landing crafts of the Western Pole Kingdom broke through the waves, armored vehicles rumbled over the shallows, machine guns mowing down any moving targets.
A little girl with a red scarf ran crying towards the sea, behind her was the burning village, in front of her were the cold muzzles.
"No!"
Mahmoud used all his remaining strength to lunge forward.
Rat-tat-tat~~
Bullets pierced through two bodies, when the little girl fell softly, she was still clutching half a piece of uneaten date cake.
As night fell, the bombardment temporarily ceased.
Salamah dragged herself, bleeding legs, through the ruins, three hours ago she was still in school teaching children to recite poetry.
Now, the classroom was left with only a half-collapsed wall, the word "spring" on the blackboard blurred by a bloody handprint.
She cleared away rubble to find her barely conscious little sister Laila. At twelve years old, the girl was trapped under a bookshelf, her right leg twisted unnaturally.
"Hold on..."
Salamah choked back tears as she tore her scarf to bandage the wound, "The medical team will soon..."
She suddenly stopped talking.
Under the moonlight, the sea glowed with a strange red.
The waves washed up corpses in Western Pole Kingdom military uniforms – each had a bloody hole in their chest, as if their hearts had been ripped out by something.
Further out, the sea was boiling.
At the darkest hour before dawn, the survivors huddled in the air-raid shelter.
Yusuf hugged his knees tightly, his ears filled with endless moaning. Salamah used her body to shield her sister from the wind, Laila’s breathing growing weaker and weaker.
"Will we die?"
A little boy asked softly.
Amir tightly gripped the harpoon he picked up beside his father’s corpse.
"No."
He stared at the reddened sea outside the cave: "The Night God has already returned, her merciful self will surely..."
Boom~
A sudden explosion shook dust off the cave ceiling.
The Third Fleet and Fourth Fleet’s warships were bombarding coastal towns, while the air force dropped incendiary bombs, turning village after village into a sea of fire.
The cries of civilians were drowned out by the explosions, bodies piled up like mountains, blood flowed into rivers, eventually reaching the Land of Canaan, becoming sacrifices to the Blood God.
And what’s more terrifying is that the souls of the dead did not disperse.
Their hatred, fear, and despair were all absorbed by the Blood God, transformed into a purer Power of Destruction.
Just as everyone fearfully huddled together, thinking that doom was about to befall them, they heard a sound different from the bombers’ roar — it was the Sword Roar tearing through the sky.
A bloodstained white figure was coming, stepping on moonlight, wherever he went, the burning ruins froze into ice.
In the distant sky, the Night God stood atop the Moon God Hall, her silver hair dancing in the wind, her gaze piercing through the void, staring in the direction of the Land of Canaan.
"Three days have passed..."
She murmured softly.
"Now, either Ye Qingzhou slays the god..."
"Or..."
Her voice faded in the wind, she did not finish the sentence.
But the answer was already obvious, if the Blood God succeeded, the entire Crescent Fertile Soil might fall into an eternal bloody feast.
......
Between sea and sky, blood and fire intertwined.
The Western Pole Kingdom’s iron fleet resembled a ferocious Sea Beast, cannon mouths spewing flames of Destruction, turning coastal villages into scorched earth. Cries were swallowed by explosions, survivors knelt in the burning ruins, looking up at the smoke-covered sky, praying for a miracle to descend.
And at that moment—
The sky brightened.
A dazzling Sword Light descended from above the clouds, like a galaxy pouring down, splitting the thousand miles of gloom in an instant!
One sword split the sea.
Zheng~
The Sword Light cut into the raging waves, the vast sea surface was split into two.
The towering waves parted to both sides, revealing a bottomless sea trench, the flagship "Ironback Whale" of the Western Pole Kingdom’s Third Fleet bore the full brunt, its thick steel armor like paper before this Sword Light, cleaved neatly from bow to stern!
Seawater rushed in, whirlpools roared, this Iron Giant Beast, claimed to "never sink," failed to even wail, taking with it the eight hundred sailors onboard, descended into the abyss.
Ye Qingzhou stood mid-air, white robes fluttering, the longsword "Infinite" in his hand radiated frost gleaming piercing the sky.
His gaze was cold as ancient ice, no longer the calm composure of the past, only boundless killing intent.
"Western Pole Kingdom..."
He slowly raised the sword edge, the voice was not loud, yet it rang like celestial thunder across the sea: "Today, you shall be exterminated!"
Before the words fell completely, he flicked his wrist, Sword Qi poured like torrential rain!
Swoosh~ swoosh~ swoosh~
Each Sword Qi precisely locked onto a warship, whether destroyer, cruiser, or submarine, all were fragile as tofu before this indestructible Sword Light!
"No! This cannot be!"
Third Fleet Vice Commander Claire stood on the deck of the "Black Shark," watched the sky in horror, "Quick, activate the anti-air guns! All aircraft take off! Stop him!"
But it was already too late.
Under the clash of thunder and fire, heaven and earth changed colors, the raging sea surged with colossal waves.
Ye Qingzhou pinched a seal with his left hand, Sword Point toward the sky!
"Celestial Thunder and Earth Fire, heed my command..."
"Fall!"
Boom crack~
Above the nine heavens, Lei Yun churned, hundreds of Red Gold lightning bolts struck like frenzied dragons!
These were not ordinary lightning bolts, but contained the Pure Yang Power of "Celestial Spirit Divine Thunder Flame", specifically exorcising evils, melting gold and iron as if they were trifles.
Bang~ bang~ bang~
One battleship after another was hit by thunder and fire, armor melted, ammunition exploded, fiery balls constantly burst on the sea!
The "Red Flame" destroyer’s turret twisted in high temperatures, sailors screamed jumping to escape, yet were cooked alive by the boiling seawater;
The "Abyss" submarine only halfway submerged was penetrated by a thunder fire, high-pressure seawater rushed in, crushing everyone into mush;
On the deck of "Vulture’s" aircraft carrier, thirty aircraft hadn’t had time to take off, together with the ground crew, turned into charcoal in the thunder fire!