After the fall of the Gallega, the Iberian Invincible Armada faces an unprecedented crisis.

Their fleet was induced to enter the second main war zone of the strategic depth of 420,000 in the Heavenly Fleet. Although it successfully resisted the concentrated attacks of the three teams A, B, and C and entered the strategic buffer zone, the cost was heavy.

After a series of fierce battles, the Iberian fleet has lost nearly two-thirds of its power.

There are only seven of their core ships left.

As the key forces of the Iberian fleet, the souls of the mechanics are also in a state of exhaustion of energy at this moment.

The long-term battle consumed their spirituality and prevented them from exerting their previous amazing combat power.

Medina Sidonia looked at the [Gospel] deep in the 420,000 strategy at this moment, with a little decadent look.

"At all...can't be beaten, it...no...He didn't even go to the battlefield in person."

The [Armation of Holy Holy See] of the [Armation of Holy Holy See] quietly launched.

Countless newly generated fleets began to enter the war zone through the leap technique.

These newly arrived battle groups are huge in number and seem to be constantly coming.

All the struggles of the Invincible Armada just now were so ridiculous that many battle groups emerged from the strategic area they had worked hard to clear.

This is the army of hosts from the [Gospel and Holy See].

The supreme army supplements are never exhausted, no matter how many fleets they consume, for the Gospel and Holy See.

All the same.

"Commander, they intend to lead us here..."

Lily stood on the bridge, her face pale, as if she had lost all her blood. Her eyes were staring at the Heavenly Fleet ahead, and the giant ships that had been pouring out fire unexpectedly stopped shooting.

"They have a ceasefire...why is that?"

Her eyes were full of confusion and confusion, and she turned to look at Medina Sidonia, as if seeking the answer to this sudden change.

The surrounding space suddenly fell into a strange silence, which was in sharp contrast to the tension that had been continuously fired and explosions just now.

Medina Sidonia also noticed the abnormality, which made him feel strong uneasy.

His heartbeat could almost be heard at this moment.

His brain was running rapidly, trying to analyze the possible intentions behind this sudden calm; his hands tightly held the handle of the bridge, and his fingertips turned white with tension.

His eyes were narrowed unconsciously, trying to find any signs of abnormal movement in the huge figure of the Heavenly Fleet.

But both the turrets of the warships and the communication system seemed to be immersed in an inexplicable silence.

The confusion in Medina Sidonia's heart gradually turned into a faint worry. He knew that on the battlefield, any abnormality could indicate a new storm was coming.

This sudden stillness seemed to be the tranquility before the storm came, which made her feel an indescribable depression and tension.

"The other party has seen through my strategic intentions, no, unlike the engine of [Larena] has entered the preheating. In this area, she has a chance to shuttle back to the world..."

Medina Sidonia seemed to have thought of something.

At that moment, a sudden trance flashed across his face, and then an indescribable fear and despair emerged in his eyes.

In his mind, he recalled the matter of His Excellency St. James once discussed with him about the [Invincible Armada].

"The god who has stolen his power by us, his nest is located on the top of a mountain called Yadis Go, where there is a huge stone fortress, which has been baptized by years and is still majestic and mysterious.

According to legend, when [M Continent] finally sank into the waves of the universe, His residence will be ruthlessly swallowed up.

At that moment, the fragments of this great man were captured by the mysterious and powerful clan of [Mi Go].

They combined these powerful fragments with Iberian resources to forge a powerful legion of our current "Invincible Armada".

These fleets not only surpassed all opponents at that time in terms of technology and force, but also had almost indestructible power because of the mechanical souls that contained His fragments.

Each warship of the Invincible Fleet is an independent combat unit, which has its own consciousness and thinking ability. These mechanic souls originate from His power, allowing the fleet not only to show amazing combat power in battle, but also to self-heal and adapt to different battlefield environments.

And any gift from God comes at a price.

The essence of these souls is, after all, a sacrifice.”

Sacrifice!?

The last "sacrifice" of St. James's Pavilion flashed in Medina Sidonia's mind. The term now occupied his thoughts like a curse, and the fear in his heart spread rapidly like wildfires.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he was unwilling to believe his premonition. Under this extreme psychological impact, he almost instinctively turned his head quickly, his eyes full of eagerness, and he looked at Lily.

In his eyes, he could see a deep expectation, a desire for his mistakes in judgment, a hope that reality is not as terrible as he thought.

Opposite him, Lily slowly tilted her head, her originally clear eyes were covered by a milky white film, as if she was gradually losing the brilliance that should belong to humans.

"Calling... Commander... Official, what's wrong with you?"

Lily's voice was intermittent, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of the ancient abyss, carrying an invisible weight and ominousness. As she spoke, black mud appeared around her body, like the mist in the endless night, lingering, making people feel deeply uneasy.

Her skin began to appear tiny cracks, like dry land, with bottomless darkness seeping through the cracks.

These cracks gradually spread, with an ominous meaning, as if some kind of terrifying existence was gradually eroding her body, trying to turn it into a part.

Medina Sidonia came to Lily with a quick glance, hugging her deeply, trying to limit Lily's loss of control.

Lily looked at the commander with tears in the corner of her eyes blankly. She stretched out her tentacle-filled hand to wipe away his tears, and then asked in confusion:

"What's wrong with me?"

Medina Sidonia opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but it was too late.

The soul of [St. Martin] began to fall into evil.

The hull, which originally shines with metallic luster, is now covered by a strange and indescribable substance.

This substance exudes a chilling atmosphere, like the shadow spreading in the night, constantly eroding every inch of the ship.

The forms of these pollutants are difficult to accurately describe in words. They both squirm like living things and flow like liquid darkness, with a disgusting and filthy nature. This substance seems to have its own life. They penetrate the surface of the ship and gradually form a disgusting membrane on the metal shell.

This film continues to expand, burying the glory and glory of St. Martin under an extremely vast and endless horror that cannot be imagined by humans.

Medina Sidonia, who was hugging Lily, was directly swallowed by the black mud.

What's even more terrifying is that this pollution is not satisfied with just devouring the ship [St. Martin].

It began to spread to other ships around it in an incredible way.

It seemed like an invisible plague, and this force of evil and hatred began to erode the entire Star Fleet, covering every ship in an ominous shadow.

The San Martin, San Juan, Nao Victoria, San Mateo, San Felipe, and San Diego were all trapped in a terrible fall. Only the Larena, which activated the [Class-Curve Engine], temporarily escaped this terrible pollution.

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Outside the encirclement, Nemo Yegor watched the scene coldly.

"A good commander will not betray his army, but, on the other hand, what about it? The so-called soul of the mechanic is not human in essence, even if it is done well on the outside, making weapons conscious is a stupid decision. What's even more stupid is to let weapons have their own life, and they cannot keep them absolutely loyal. The world belongs to humans, whether in the past, present or future, and weapons that cannot be absolutely loyal to humans, what's the use of keeping them?"

Boom-

At this moment, the group of ships polluted by the power of evil fall seemed to have become an ominous feast, attracting the gaze of those indescribable things.

A gap suddenly broke out above the sky, as if the boundary between reality and nothingness was torn apart, and a huge "lever of heaven" slowly descended.

It, or the lever constructed by the great power of the gods, was attracted by its own fragments.

Coming in the air.

【The Leverage of Heaven·One--]

Click—

The huge cow hoof-like lever shatters the surrounding space.

Its appearance is accompanied by a low roar in the depths of the universe, as if it is the oldest sound in the world, carrying a majesty and power beyond time and space.

A huge celestial body takes up most of the field of view, and its surface is covered with dense depressions and holes, like a weather-beaten boulder.

These deep holes make people think of countless black holes, which seem to be devouring the surrounding matter and light.

That is the planet called [M Continent].

The surface of [M Continent] is covered with heavy dark mist, as if it is an entity condensed by the night itself, and an indescribable evil and chaos are permeated around the planet.

As the [M Continent] approached, the entire interstellar space seemed to be swallowed by this invisible dark force.

The darkness on the surface of the planet seemed to come alive, twisting and squirming, emitting a suffocating fear.

The appearance of the dark planet was like a giant beast in the dark, slowly spreading its fangs, and the sleeping old god began to recover from his sleep.

His form challenges the boundaries of human reason.

This is an incredible and deformed creature, and its existence is so huge and terrifying.

His tentacles were long and thick, like the tentacles of some ancient marine creature, constantly squirming in the air; under his long nose, there were several octopus-like eyes, which were shining cold and ruthless, as if they could peek at the secrets of every corner; His body was semi-abstinent, partly soft as gel, partly covered with rough scales or deep wrinkles, a mixed texture that reminded some primitive and unknown form of life.

His unclean body, curled up in the shadow of the planet, seemed to be a taboo offspring born from chaos and endless darkness.

The abominable stench, filth and evil spread all around him, and He was so vast and profound that no human language could fully describe it.

It was a kind of horror and hatred that transcends the scope of human cognition. It was so non-human that simply imagining His existence was enough to make the soul suffer endless torture.

His size is so huge that even outside the planet, spacecraft can vaguely see its outline.
To be continued...