Black Dragon Kingdom

Guy Carlton led his fleet to keep up with the ogre fleet coming out of another river mouth.

A pair of eyes are full of bloodthirsty.

War has been engraved in Ace's blood since he injected the rules of absolute militarization into all Dragon Alliance dependents.

War, their favorite.

"Cubs, kill them, take half of their ships, and expand our fleet."

"kill!"

"Fire!"

Seeing that the two fleets were approaching, Guy Carlton, standing on the command platform, let all the warships open their gun ports without saying a word, roaring angrily.

The excited ogres lit the fuse of the cannon with torches one after another.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

Ten battleships and two thousand artillery pieces aimed at the enemy on the opposite side and opened fire one by one.

The dense shells, like raindrops, bombarded the other ogre fleet on the opposite side.

Sawdust flew.

The other ogre fleet, which was caught off guard, was directly blinded.

Since they went to sea, no one has attacked them. At most, they would fight, and they would kill them as soon as they came up.

But in the face of Guy Carlton's ferocious attack, they had no time to think, and one by one entered the combat position as quickly as possible.

The gun windows were pushed open, and the cannons were pushed out one by one, and they returned fire at the fastest speed.

The cannon roared and the smoke filled the air.

The two fleets headed west like two parallel lines, and both sides fired wildly while advancing.

It's just a war, who is afraid of whom?

They are members of the Dragon Alliance. You can say that they can't do anything, but you can't say that they can't kill people.

They're all fucking professionals when it comes to war and killing people.

Cannonballs flew towards the enemy non-stop, and sawdust flew from the ships of both sides.

However, the extraordinary parents of both sides were really kind to them. The construction of the ship was all real materials.

When a shell falls, although it can smash out the sawdust, it cannot penetrate the ship at all.

Except for some unlucky ones who were shot inside the ship, the countless ogres were killed by the shells directly smashing into the gun windows, and the rest were nothing at all.

The most casualties were those guys on the splint.

They were covered by shells and suffered heavy casualties.

Guy Carlton looked at the powerful ship on the opposite side where he had fired ten rounds of artillery and only dropped some sawdust. The corners of his mouth twitched and he lamented how kind his extraordinary parents were to them cubs.

With a big wave of his hand, he let his fleet lean forward.

The artillery is not very strong, so let's fight the knife head-on.

Isn't it just for this moment to train for so long in formation and melee?

The battleships of the ogre clan on the opposite side saw that the other side wanted to get close to fight with knives, but there was no coward, and one by one they drove their ships to approach the opposite side.

Yes, they are that brave.

In the Dragon Alliance, military merits are to be won on the battlefield, and Tang can't even see the scruples.

Don't care about anything, just slash forward frantically and it's over.

Boom! Boom!

More than twenty warships collided directly with a bang.

Guy Carlton held a four-meter-long saber in his hand and took the lead in killing it.

Raising the knife and slashing down fiercely, the two ogres were split into pieces in an instant.

The ogres on both sides jumped onto each other's battleship one after another, and slashed together while jumping.

For a moment, blood flowed like a river.

The sound of fighting alarmed a captain who was not far from the coastline, as well as countless densely packed officers.

They hurried to the shore.

In the ocean not far from the coastline, twenty warships of their ogre clan were colliding with each other, and more than one hundred thousand ogres were madly cutting each other, trying to kill each other.

Watching the scene of cannibalism, they fell silent.

The ogre Wan Fu sighed and said to the countless officers around him, "What are you looking at? Let them settle their own affairs."

"The strong live and the weak die, this is the law of nature."

"Let their fate be left to themselves!"

After driving all the officers back to his territory, the ogre Captain Wan helplessly shook his head.

He understands that this is actually the best result.

To die on the battlefield is ten thousand times better than to starve to death in a stinking ditch.

Moreover, the war is also good now, and now they are fighting together, and the fleets will continue to merge and expand.

After finally entering the sea area of ​​other races, it is very likely that there will be a powerful battleship group composed of hundreds of battleships.

It is much easier to bully other races.

Don't fight now, don't expand, just ten warships alone, where are the opponents of hundreds of warships after the expansion of other races?

Guy Carlton cut the leaders of the ten ogre warships in half with a single sword, and he was extremely hideous, bathed in blood.

Looking at the two sides who are fighting around.

He cut off the opponent's head, raised it high, and roared: "Stop all of them, your leader is dead, stop if you don't want to die."

The deafening roar was transmitted in the battlefield.

The ogres on Guy Carlton's side were overjoyed and their morale soared, while the members of the ogre fleet on the opposite side. Morale was inevitably lowered a bit.

But their morale is still not small.

As members of the Dragon Alliance, their morale is always at 100%, and it won't drop easily.

Even if the ruler is hacked to death, they will still not admit defeat.

The two sides stopped and divided into two parties to confront each other.

I saw that about 20,000 of the 60,000 ogres on Guy Carlton's side had been killed or injured, and the sea and ships were covered with corpses.

The other party was even worse than them. There were nearly 60,000 ogres like them, and almost 30,000 were killed or injured, and more than half of them died in battle.

Obviously, Guy Carlton's training had a big effect.

Looking around a large circle of ogres looking at themselves.

Guy Carlton continued loudly: "You are bound to lose. I still have 40,000 ogres on my side, but you only have 30,000 left."

"And your leader is dead!"

"For this war, I only want your three warships."

"And you can remove all the food in those three battleships."

"We are of the same family after all, and it is impossible to kill them all."

Guy Carlton originally wanted to directly occupy the five warships, but seeing that the opponent was so tenacious, even if his own side won, they would have to lose more than half of their troops.

In order to avoid encountering enemies on the way, it is very important to preserve strength, so he changed five ships into three.

The remaining five or six captains in the ogre camp on the opposite side discussed it and found it feasible.

It wasn't long before they went to sea, so they couldn't be wiped out all at once.

As a result, the ogre fleet on the opposite side abandoned three warships without even taking the food inside, and drove away like a wind with their seven warships.

After Guy Carlton acquired three warships, the number of fleets increased to thirteen, and his strength increased greatly.

After some rest and repairing his battleship, Guy Carlton led his fleet and continued to move forward.

This time, he was very careful and sent dozens of watchmen to stand on the mast and keep observing the surroundings.

prevent the appearance of enemies.

An enemy appeared, and they ran quickly.

Although their fleet has expanded to thirteen ships now, their number of soldiers is only about 40,000, which is 10,000 more soldiers than when they first set off.

Without some recovery, there would be no war at all, so he wanted to wait for a while, and wait until the living space in the thirteen warships had been digested, before going on a war.

time goes by.

When Guy Carlton led his own fleet to fish for survival, he led his soldiers in non-stop military training.

After a year and a half of recuperation, vigorously develop fertility.

The original 40,000 ogres have increased their number to 80,000.

Guy Carlton, who consciously improved his strength, embarked on the road of fighting again.

Along the way, he kept attacking the warships of people of the same race to expand his fleet.

By the time they were about to leave the Ogre Continent, the fleet under Guy Carlton had expanded to a hundred ships, and the number of fighters had also expanded to 600,000.

Looking at the coastline of the Ogre Continent slowly disappearing in the distance, Guy Carlton turned his head and looked at the endless ocean ahead.

His fate is in his own hands.

He will use knives and swords, iron and blood, to forge his own legend and get everything he wants.

Behind Guy Carlton's hundred battleships, the ogre clan's battleships are constantly fighting. They seized the same clan's warships and made final war preparations in blood and fire.

On the coastline not far away, Guy Carlton's father, Mr. Wan, looked at his son who was driving a hundred warships on a long voyage, and his face was full of relief.

Proudly said: "After all, it is the seed that I gave birth to, but it is not ordinary."

"It's only been a few years, and he has already become the ruler of a hundred warships."

"Look at this. With sufficient resources, the first-tier warriors are definitely stable. With a little luck, the second-tier warriors can also be achieved."

"The moment we finally meet again!"

He was relieved, and happily returned to his territory.

In the splendid giant palace, Ace, whose body was close to 6,000 meters, looked at the chaotic ocean on the magic screen.

The corners of his mouth twitched extremely.

Ever since he agreed to allow those extra cubs of various races to drive warships to attack the territory of the Outer Gods.

Those land territories are fine, extremely calm, the same as before, that is, the knife education method is used a little more ruthlessly, and from time to time you can see military winners who cut off their own cubs, and send their cubs to sacrificial scholars for treatment Recipient of military merit.

Generally speaking, it is extremely calm, and its strength is steadily increasing.

Compared with the land, the sea is very lively.

The cubs who were kicked out of their territories drove their warships and started a chaotic battle in the ocean.

You bombard me, I bombard you, you cut me, I cut you, started a battle for ocean hegemony in the ocean.

The war between the same race and the same race, the war between different races and different races, has become a mess.

At a glance, in just the past five years, various clans have already thrown nearly trillions of dependents and endless warships into the ocean.

On the front line, some cubs sent from continents close to the territory of the Outer Gods have already engaged in fire with the Outer Gods and evil dragons.

It was really lively.

"Looking at it like this, there should be a wave of quadrillion fleet clusters in five years, rushing to the territory of the Outer Gods."

"Those Outer Gods have suffered. There are a lot of resources in the ocean, and the genetic level of the cubs who have been driven out is not low. A lot of legends will definitely emerge within a few hundred years."

"Among the billions, even if there is one legend among a hundred million, there are still ten million legends."

"The legend of a wave of 10 million in five years, this whetstone can definitely sharpen the Outer Gods well."

"Moreover, if I stand from the perspective of those evil dragons and the Outer Gods, I will face the countless races whose genetic levels have exploded."

"It's impossible not to be tempted."

"At that time, they will casually subdue a few fleets, and then let them intermarry with their own dependent races and those mainland natives on their own continent."

"The genetic level can be raised at once."

"When the genetic level rises, their income will naturally skyrocket. When their income skyrockets, their own combat effectiveness and that of their dependents will naturally also skyrocket."

"The enemy of the next war will be ready."

After some deduction.

Ace was extremely satisfied with the outward expansion of the Dragon Alliance. What he worried most about was that the enemy was too weak.

The rule of absolute militarism is a high-level rule that can continuously improve the genetic level of a race in a war.

His operation cannot allow too smooth crushing, otherwise he will not be able to screen at the genetic level.

Therefore, the enemy must not be too weak.

Regardless of how strong the high-level guys are, at least among the fighters below legend, they can reach half of the combat power of the fighters under him.

Only in this way can genetic screening be able to run.

Otherwise, the fight will be in vain.

At that time, the continuous improvement of the genetic level will be lost. If you don't advance, you will fall back, but you will decline.

At that time, there will be only 3,000 gods, plus the saints who are not much more than gods, how can they control the tens of billions of ethnic groups?

100 million clones are useless.

Not to mention anything else, just his aesthetic aesthetics can make them cry.

Not to mention other recessive natural laws that can lower the gene level.

Food, clothing, genetic inertia, aesthetics, you can just pull out a lot of things that can lower the genetic level.

There is no rule that can maintain the genetic level, or make the genetic level continue to advance. The destruction of civilization is really fast in a long time.

After watching the various races fighting for hegemony in the ocean, he turned his giant magic screen, and looked at the battleship that the various races are currently researching and traveling hundreds of thousands of miles a day.

Although there are still no warships that can travel 100,000 miles a day, warships that can travel 50,000 miles a day have already been manufactured.

It's just that a battleship that travels 50,000 miles a day is still a laboratory product, and it takes a lot of effort to mass produce it.

This one alone can delay time for decades.

Seeing this scene, Ace smiled even more.

"You can't blame me for this. You have a large group of god-level bosses, and you can't make such a slow-speed warship quickly. Is this your ability?"

"Under the circumstances, the war can only be postponed."

"The more than 90,000 continents occupied by the Outer Gods are vast and boundless. Warships that travel 100,000 miles a day are necessary."

"Otherwise, the bastards are in my territory, boarding a battleship to go to the battlefield, but it will take decades to arrive, and they will die of old age on the way."

"What kind of battle is this?"

Sure enough, Eliza was very, very smart. In terms of tactics, if she reminded her casually, the original big problem was solved.

It's really reasonable, to gag their mouths, and make them unable to retaliate.

After all, the opinions he put forward are all reasonable conditions, and being reasonable means taking advantage of it, so it's not easy to make small moves.

Most importantly, it's for their own good too.

They are all aware of the operating mechanism of the absolute militarization rules, knowing that if the conditions are not met, fighting the war will be like fighting for nothing.

Facing the risk of bankruptcy brought about by genetic deterioration, no one would dare to touch this mine.

Therefore, they can only do their best to meet the conditions.

After the conditions are met, the war will naturally break out.

He is not a stupid dragon, he also wants to get rich, he also wants to increase his income tens of thousands of times.

It's just that his rationality tells him that the right war must be launched at the right time, so that the rules of absolute militarism can continue to operate and ensure that the genetic levels of all ethnic groups continue to rise.

Only when the genetic level keeps improving, can his own income be able to explode steadily upwards.

And once the genetic level no longer increases or even declines, his current income will be completely in vain.

The good situation of the entire ontology world will also be ruined.

It is not impossible for the world to be beaten to the point of poverty before he appears.

Reason overcame his desire and made him look to the future.

Sacrificing a small part of the current interests in exchange for greater benefits in the future is what Saint Dragon did.

He looked at countless legendary saints who were working hard to study and teach their disciples, and turned off his magic screen.

He strode towards the dragon's nest and became a demigod dragon. All the restrictions on his body and soul have disappeared.

Now, he can grow as big as he wants, six kilometers, ten thousand meters, one hundred thousand meters, one million meters, as long as he has enough resources, even if he grows bigger than a world, it is not difficult.

Obviously, as the ruler of the Dragon Alliance, the resources at his disposal are inexhaustible.

In the entire Noumenon world, he is the top two local tyrants.

As for the first local tyrant, it is called the will of the world.

That's right, the world itself was number one, and he was number two.

It is absolutely well-deserved to say the richest dragon.

With such good conditions, if you don't make your body extremely huge, so big that you can trample on ordinary Void Behemoths like ants, that would be a waste of so many resources.