From Propulsion City To Multiverse

When the warships of the Hell's Special Service came to the vicinity of the Grand Duchy of Iron Mountain, it was the night of the bright moon at sea.

A waning moon hangs halfway in the night sky.

The sea breeze tonight is extraordinarily cold, as if to take away the last trace of warmth in people's hearts.

In the port city of the Grand Duchy of Tieshan, Ming Denggang, a small castle of a noble has been occupied by Ryder.

The castle is on the high ground on the northwest side of Ming Deng Harbor, and it is more than 800 meters away from the nearest civilian residential area. In addition to the iron fence and the vicious dogs raised by the nobles, few civilians dare to approach here on weekdays.

The original owner of the castle, gagged with rags, hung from a tree in the grove, and his clothes were stripped clean.

The cold wind in the night, as if the bone scraping steel knife is cutting, the noble like a pig, the body is rapidly losing temperature.

And the vicious dogs he breeds can't wait to be surrounded, and those eyes are definitely vicious dogs that have eaten people.

On the third floor of the castle, Ryder leaned against the railing, gently shaking the red wine glass in his hand, and with the help of the moonlight brought by the waning moon, he looked indifferently at the fat pig nobleman in the woods who was bitten by the vicious dog.

Evil dogs eat people, nobles are also knocking their bones and sucking marrow, this world is ruthlessly swallowing the weak.

Ryder's penetrating knowledge and domineering, he has seen endless ugly human nature, which makes him extremely extreme.

Seeing it too thoroughly and clearly, it is not a kind of pain, the arrogance of loneliness, but the independence of the world after seeing through the ugliness of the world.

In Ryder's eyes, this so-called "country on mines", like most areas in the world, has not brought any benefits to the civilians here, but has caused many people to contract silicosis.

The wealth obtained from mining minerals belongs to the nobles and grandfathers, and is used to pay the heavenly gold of the Tianlong people.

With the last few barks, everything calmed down. The traces of the fat pig nobles left in this world may only be the bloodstains left in the snow and the curses in the hearts of the people of Bright Light Harbor.

The moonlight reflected on the red wine glass, which seemed to be stained with a hint of ominous blood. Ryder was very calm and drank the wine in the glass.

It was a quiet night, dark clouds obscuring the moonlight.

The battleship of the Hell's special service team quietly docked at Bright Light Harbor. Gore did not plan to attack at night, but let everyone eat and drink. This evening, they will recharge their batteries and besiege the Red Earl tomorrow morning.

Silent all night.

There was no rising sun in the early morning, only thick dark clouds and gray snowflakes in the sky. It was the guilt of the waste gas emitted by the iron and coking plants of the Grand Duchy of Tieshan, combined with the water vapor.

The streets were deserted, and the black team formed by the six Gore people and a hundred jailers made the surrounding gangsters dare not go up and provoke them.

After approaching the small castle, Gore waved his hand: "The others evacuate the unrelated people nearby, and the battle does not need you."

Hearing this order, the jailers secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, the naval branch stationed nearby also appeared here, led by a rear admiral - Bastille.

Bastille, who was still very young, immediately saluted and asked, "Your Excellency Gore! Do you need our help?"

"Just go and evacuate the nearby people. You don't need you for the battle. It's our business to advance the city." Gore said very coldly.

Hearing this order, Bastille's face was a little uneasy, but when he thought of the explanation of the Warring States General, he did not act impatiently.

Then he shouted angrily: "Go and evacuate the nearby civilians."

"Yes." The navy soldiers didn't have much thought. After all, many of them were just trying to make ends meet, so they could not fight without fighting.

at the same time.

In the secret place of the port, the CP0s of the two teams have landed secretly, and are secretly observing from a distance.

inside the castle,

Ryder himself made a fried egg with bacon, a medium rare filet mignon, and poured a glass of sweet wine from the North Sea.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, followed by a rhythmic knock on the door: "Is Mr. Balloric Redfield there?"

After cutting off a piece of beef, Ryder said calmly, "Why ask for it? The door isn't locked."

Gore pushed open the door directly and looked at the dining table in the hall. Ryder, who was already eating, did not start immediately, but pulled out the chair and sat opposite.

After drinking a sip of wine, Ryder was a little surprised: "I thought it was Sora or Karp coming over, you are really brave to advance the city!"

"It's not necessary. After all, letting you escape from the advance city was originally a mistake of the advance city. We are obliged to recapture you." Gore lit a cigar, as if describing an insignificant matter.

"I'm really confident. I hope you don't get beaten up like Columbus and Magellan!"

The air is solidifying, the breath is suppressed, Ryder in the hall is still eating, and Gore is also breathing calmly.

Outside the castle, Joseph, Daniel, Charles, Parkinson, and Alexander seemed to be standing in an area, but they were actually on guard at any time.

As for the Bastille, jailers, sailors in the distance, and CP0 hidden in the dark, they are all silently watching the castle.

Bastille was holding the binoculars, and his palms were sweating. Facing the legendary Red Count, he, the so-called major general, had no confidence at all.

However, he still has an emergency phone worm in his hand, and he can call Polsalino, who is in Marinvando at this time, to come to support at any time.

Gloomy clouds, gray snowflakes, civilians fleeing in general, prison guards and sea soldiers on guard, thousands of eyes all focused on the castle.

Ten minutes later, after enjoying breakfast, Ryder took his last sip of wine: "Come on! Let me see your tactics!"

The eyes that looked at death as if at home were so sharp that they could look directly at people's hearts, and this arrogant man in front of him had already made the consciousness of ending here.

Ryder anticipated the desperate situation in front of him the moment the hair was collected in Advance City to make life paper.

Unlike the golden lion, it can float in the sky for a long time, and there is also a huge flying pirate group.

He, Baroric Redfield, had only the pride of his own loneliness.

A touch of blood appeared in the snow in front of the castle, and the pungent cold and cold wind blew the blood-colored cloak to twist and roll, just as Ryder hated the senses of the world.

Gore on the opposite side took off his black uniform, revealing strong muscles like steel, and then his breath rose steadily, as if a sleeping beast was waking up.

boom……

The pure and silent wild breath suddenly rushed in all directions like a tsunami.

Ryder's eyes condensed, a domineering domineering arrogance, as if the tip of a needle was aimed at Maimang, colliding with the wild breath.

In an instant, the dark clouds were torn into two halves, revealing a rare pure sky, and strands of sunlight penetrated from the cracks in the sky and came to this long-lost world.

Bastille, more than 800 meters away, clenched his fists and held the machete, trying his best to resist the impact and oppression of the domineering: "It turned out to be the domineering..."

Even the CP0 agent, who was secretly observing, was a little surprised.

Many sailors and jailers with weak willpower have already fainted on the ground with their eyes rolling. Only officers at the rank of major and above can withstand the oppression.

Gore's body changed again, a chitinous exoskeleton with red lines on a black background appeared on the surface of his body, and his breath soared again.

Red Earl Ryder's expression became more and more solemn, and the blood in his body also boiled.

The battle is imminent.