Crown of Silence

Chapter 648 Doubts

At the same time, the Phantom Fleet, on the flagship.

"It's just like a miracle."

The commander exclaimed, looking back: "Mr. Schubert, thank you."

In the quiet corner of the bridge, the old nun lowered her eyes, just chanted scriptures in a low voice, and said nothing. Beside her, the bishop named Raymond expressed humility on her behalf, and then looked at the Anglo fleet frozen on the sea with satisfaction, his expression became more and more happy.

"Don't we need prisoners?"

The commander was not satisfied with this: "At least, we can board the ship first and control the bridge."

"No, if so, war is inevitable." Raymond shook his head: "I believe your country has no intention of causing trouble when Guixu appears.

As long as the Royal Fleet is under control, there will be no problem. With the saints here, there will be no loopholes."

He paused, his eyes became deep: "Next, we can wait for the God's Hand to come and talk."

"Although I have no intention of questioning the credibility of the cult, I hope the cult can keep its promise." The commander glanced at him.

"I promise, Your Excellency the Commander."

Raymond smiled softly: "After that God's Hand takes the Royal Fleet back home, I will support your Guixu exploration on behalf of the cult. Isn't that why Your Excellency Schubert came here?"

The commander stared at the Royal Fleet close at hand, restraining the urge to fire and wipe them out here.

For some reason, he pinched his beard, but he didn't feel happy at all.

The kidnapping was done.

But will the ransom be paid?

He suddenly felt uneasy.

——

"Lost contact?"

Hearing Yegor's report, Ye Qingxuan frowned: "When?"

"Twelve minutes ago."

Yegor replied: "According to convention, we conduct regular communications every hour to correct navigation and determine the position, but twelve minutes ago, the signal we sent out did not receive a response. At that time, the musician thought it was interference from the clutter in the black zone, but after the correction, it was discovered that the signal of the Sovereign was completely lost."

"No news from the musician on board?"

"The communication in the etheric world has also fallen silent, and the coordinates of the fleet cannot be found." Yegor replied: "Do we need to wait?"

Ye Qingxuan did not speak.

If it is just a temporary loss of contact, there is nothing to worry about. There are obstacles in the black zone at sea, and there is no ground vein relay point to ensure stable communication. It is common to lose contact.

But if there is no response through the contact in the etheric world, there are some problems.

What's more, the musicians of the Inquisition couldn't even find the coordinates of the fleet's projection in the Sea of ​​Ether, so the problem was very troublesome.

There were only three possible outcomes.

The first was that the Royal Fleet was completely annihilated, leaving nothing behind, not to mention the projection coordinates of the ether engine in the Sea of ​​Ether.

The second was that someone completely covered up and erased the traces of the Royal Fleet, and smoothed out all traces. It was like a protective umbrella, blocking others from snooping.

Therefore, there was no projection in the Sea of ​​Ether. The Revelation Musicians could not trace the traces through the Sea of ​​Ether.

This was not difficult, and Ye Qingxuan could do it if he didn't mind the trouble. But why did he do this? Moreover, why didn't he inform Ye Qingxuan at this juncture?

What's more, the masters or scepters who were proficient in the School of Revelation would have to vomit blood to cover up the traces of one person or a group of people at most, and to carry out a secret mission, not to mention such a large fleet.

If it was in Anglo, Ye Qingxuan could still do it with the blessing of the heavenly kingdom on earth, but the royal fleet has undoubtedly reached the border.

The third one is interesting...

Ye Qingxuan narrowed his eyes and tapped the armrest of the chair: "Leave the things here to Shi Dong, and Nomadic Mountain will set off first to see what happened."

Yegor hesitated: "Ahem, Your Highness, have you forgotten? Elder Shi Dong has been assigned another task by you and is not on the fleet at present..."

"...Then leave it to Watson."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Qingxuan realized that Watson was also stuffed with work by him. He left the port at the same time as him, and now he is not in Avalon, let alone the fleet.

He was about to talk about Laura, but then he remembered that Laura was left in Avalon's office by him to handle official business.

In other words, he didn't even have a reliable deputy around him now.

No one blamed...

This is a problem, which made Ye Qingxuan more and more unhappy.

In the end, he finally found a temporary person to blame, the new leader of the Royal Musicians, Mabel, the ‘Nirvana’ who was driven back from the highlands after receiving Maxwell’s will after the Leviathan War.

This leader of the Royal School took up the banner of the Royal School after his teacher died last year because he had no hope of breaking through the scepter. He became the leader of all ‘Sons of Phoenix’ and completed the Royal School’s highest proposition ‘Nirvana’ by transforming the aura of natural disasters during the Leviathan War.

Although she looks like a girl of only twelve or thirteen years old, she is actually more than ninety years old.

After combining the animal nature and the music theory of the Holy Chant School, he achieved the "Nirvana" that only the first son of the Phoenix had achieved for hundreds of years. He was born towards death, and completely integrated his self-consciousness and animal nature on the verge of death, brewing the "animal nature·Phoenix".

What made Ye Qingxuan even more envious was that the foundation of the Royal School itself came from the Golden Chapter of Winning - from the beginning, it was the "own people" specially cultivated by the royal family - the direct consequence of following this music theory was: her fate chapter perfectly matched the heaven on earth.

In time, there was no need to rely on the elements of the Holy City, and the scepter could be achieved directly through the projection of the heaven on earth.

This is the benefit of a small circle.

Although the second half of life must be tied to Anglu and share risks, the benefits are also shared. If the king has meat to eat, you will definitely have a bite of soup.

The Knights of the Round Table, the Royal Musicians, these are the hands of the royal family - with her, Ye Qingxuan does not have to worry about any problems.

After receiving Ye Qingxuan's order, Master Mabel did not say anything, but just snapped his fingers. In the low melody, the magnificent reflection of the bird of fire appeared on the sea, as if it was carrying hundreds of warships and flying between the sea and the sky.

After Ye Qingxuan withdrew the protection, the speed of the fleet did not decrease but increased.

Through the resonance and matrix between the warships, the animal nature of the phoenix was placed on the entire fleet, as if the machine was also endowed with souls, turned into a living thing, and exuded amazing power.

Seeing this scene, Ye Qingxuan finally felt relieved. After saying goodbye to Mabel, the dark nomadic mountain began to roar.

As countless engineers ran around, the huge heart in the core ether pool beat wildly.

The first drive, the second drive, the third drive... In an instant, it climbed to the sixth drive...

Thunderous noises burst out from the hull, and between the sea and the sky, a hurricane swept, and dark clouds gathered from the sky, like an iron curtain covering and pressing down, guarding the dark warship.

In the frenzied melody like the roar of a giant dragon, lightning burst out and waves swept.

The huge Nomadic Mountain shook, and with the huge black cloud, it broke away from the sea, rose rapidly, and soared into the sky.

On the hull, the matrix of the School of Change emitted a terrifying high heat, forming a magnetic field that seemed to be real, and stimulated the magnetic field in the black cloud. The hot lightning burst out, leaving dazzling traces like lightning paved in the place where it was moving.

After secondary processing and integration into the core of the legendary battleship of the past, the power of the Nomadic Mountain became more and more huge, and the power consumed by flying was greatly reduced. When the matrix that was originally rushed out was replaced, the speed was accelerated by 60%.

The remaining potential was completely excavated.

Now the Nomadic Mountain has become an out-and-out steel monster. As long as a large amount of beast nature can be found as food and cultivated, it may be transformed into a monster that is not inferior to any beast nature in time.

In the sky, the Nomadic Mountain was still accelerating, not reaching its limit.

Even if it rushed into the fog on the sea, entered the red zone, and went straight to the black zone, there was no sound of slowing down. Wherever it passed, all the noise and thoughts were smoothed out by the Wand of Destiny.

Even in the most chaotic black zone, the environment around the ship was stable.

The Wand of Destiny completely suppressed all the waves, and a little bit of recoil was not even an aftermath for it.

Under the full speed, in just one hour, the Nomadic Mountain, which soared to the maximum speed, had broken through the clouds, tore through the fog, and arrived at the sea where the Royal Fleet disappeared.

Looking down from the sky, the entire sea surface was covered by a strange fog, and it was impossible to see what was going on. Even through ether sensing, one could only feel a void of chaos.

It was this fog that obscured the signals of the Royal Fleet and hid them in it.

But it was not as gloomy and mysterious as imagined. Instead, the music theory in the mist was majestic and splendid, like the blazing sun. Even if it was hidden in the mist, it still had an awe-inspiring majesty.

Ye Qingxuan had sensed the same aura dozens of times before, and he knew it very well.

Music theory that could make him feel difficult and even suppressed was rare in the scepter. And the most significant one was probably the existence above it.

——Saint!

I just don't know which one is coming...

Now the three kings have their own destinations. The Blue King is patrolling the human border, the Red King is in charge of the Central Holy City, and the Yellow King has resigned and left. It is impossible for them to appear in this sea area.

There are seven saints whose inheritance is currently in the hands of the musicians: Wagner followed the Blue King's trail and went to the dark world; Handel was stabbed in the back by Wolf Flute, and his inheritance has no destination, and his position is vacant; Haydn's inheritance is in the hands of Anglu...

Then, there are only four left.

Schubert, Brahms, Schumann, Chopin... I wonder who is coming?

Ye Qingxuan did not attack immediately, but maintained respect for the saint.

Sitting in the command seat of the bridge, tapping the wand of fate with his fingers, looking at the music theory below, pondering the origin and purpose of the saint below.

It's a pity that this silence was regarded as weakness.