Chapter 154 A Giant Ship in a Small Pond

"Ahhh!"

"what is that?"

"Mom! My sister fell into the water——"

The huge commotion alarmed hundreds of thousands of Boliva people living along the lake.

There was a soft "buzz" sound.

"Miss Silva, this is..." The female adjutant's voice was timid.

"Damn it! It's the [Cursed Lamington]!" Although Rosalin used a full-face helmet to hide the horror on her face, her trembling pupils betrayed her inner fear after seeing this scene happen.

Many Boliva rebel soldiers came against the fleeing crowd. They finally noticed the strange changes in the center of the lake. They stared over there stiffly, looking at things that should not appear in this mere 'small lake'. Huge shadow.

An armed cruise ship is breaking through the barrier between the spiritual world and reality, gradually transforming from phantom to reality.

Above the deck, there are five floors of VIP rooms that are obviously like a cruise ship. You can even faintly see the luxurious furnishings inside through the exaggerated floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

However, below the normal deck, there is also an artillery deck, with more than 20 large-caliber artillery on one side aiming their dark barrels at the shore...

The key is big!

The widest part of Lake Boliva is no more than two kilometers, and you can see the end at a glance.

As soon as this giant ship appeared, it occupied more than one-tenth of the entire lake.

This scene is so ridiculous, it's like putting a smuggled speedboat in a 50-meter-long standard swimming pool. Let alone a speedboat, it is absolutely impossible to move.

If you think of it as a cruise ship on the lake, it would be absolutely ridiculous.

If so, how about this being a mobile fortress?

For millions of Boliva rebel soldiers and civilians, this was a nightmare.

The towering giant ship was so huge that the three ten-meter-long small frigates that appeared next to it were subconsciously ignored.

Seeing the gold and black flag hanging high on the cruise ship that suddenly appeared, the Boliva people exclaimed:

"It's the Church of Light and Night!"

"The fleet of the Twin Goddess!"

"The enemy! It's the enemy!"

"Sound the alarm!"

"Fire!"

Because Rosalin had clearly told the rebel soldiers that all the Orthodox churches on the opposite side were enemies, an artillery squad stationed nearby, in order to protect their compatriots, immediately turned their guns and fired at the giant ship in the lake.

"No -" Rosalin was so shocked that her scalp was numb. She just stretched out her arms in the air, as if she wanted to save something, but the 40mm field gun had already opened fire.

"Bang!"

It's so close and such a big ship, it's impossible to miss.

Normally, the only thing that protects the hull from damage is the strong ship plank.

This is an extraordinary warship!

A cloud of mist sprang out from the side of the ship, suddenly forming a huge claw like a devil's claw. The shells were obviously too fast to be caught by the naked eye, but this claw of mist caught it in mid-air with a muzzle velocity of over 500 meters per second. of cannonballs.

In front of tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians, this huge claw just pinched lightly.

"boom--"

The shell exploded!

Not only that, a large-caliber cannon on the ship fired casually at a bare barren mountain by the lake. There was a huge explosion immediately!

This artillery blast not only shattered the mountains, but also the resistance of the generally ignorant Boliva soldiers and civilians.

"Ahhh!"

"Run! Run!"

"The Twin Goddess is here to punish us!"

"It's impossible to win! How can we resist the gods!"

"Cooperating with those bullshit Apocalypse Knights is inherently unreliable!"

Screams, noises, cowardly begging for mercy, and all kinds of negative emotions filled the hearts of tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians.

With just such a move by the white armed cruise ship, the rebel army, which had given the empire a huge headache, seemed to be completely defeated.

At this moment, a bolt of lightning rose from the deck of the white cruise ship, turned into a dazzling stream of light, and headed straight for Rosalind's location.

"Protect your lord!" Rosalin's personal guards couldn't help but raise their heads, staring at the uninvited guest who came from mid-air, and then drew their weapons one after another.

Everyone's heartstrings were as tight as they could be.

Rosalin was a little surprised by what the other party did.

The visitor was a giant man over two meters tall wearing solid leather armor. He was holding a war spear that shone with lightning.

He did not attack directly, but flew to a place about 8 meters in front of Rosalin and stood there.

"Are you Ms. Rosalyn Silva?"

"It's me!" Rosalin held the scimitar in her hand and took a step forward without fear.

"I am Conrad Fisher, a subordinate of His Excellency Mark Destiny! My Lord invites you to join us aboard the Caribbean."

Through the narrow field of vision of her full-face helmet, Rosalin saw the words written in Leyte on the bow of the white cruise ship and said in a deep voice, "What if I refuse?"

"My Lord says you will not refuse."

After looking at the terrifying artillery on the ship, and then at the large golden altars on the cruise ship, Rosalin's face was filled with uncertainty.

Her bodyguards all screamed:

"Miss! Don't go! This is a trap!"

"My lord! Don't go, we'll end up fighting those imperial dogs!"

Only Rosalin shook her head and sighed, her voice filled with sobs: "It's ridiculous to rebel! It's ridiculous to die together! The other party's extraordinary move came, and all our plans came to nothing."

"No! We still have..." The adjutant still wanted to persuade.

"No more! What's on the boat is the largest [Light Purifying Incense Burner]. As long as enough believers' willpower is injected into that thing, it can forcibly convert at least 100,000 people into light believers on the spot. And our largest water source has been used by the other party. Control. Without Lake Boliva, how can millions of soldiers and civilians survive?"

What is dimensionality reduction attack?

This is!

Mark asked a punisher to sneak in secretly, release a spiritual world beacon in the lake, and then let the entire Caribbean ship enter the spiritual world, cross space, and directly kill the opponent's defenseless core area.

Even if the Caribbean was really bombed, destroying the rebels' water source would be a fatal blow.

Regardless of what Rosalin could really feel, a more hidden but surging spiritual power was spreading around the cruise ship. With an extremely arrogant momentum, it brought the entire surrounding waters and even the area around the lake under its jurisdiction. .

Maybe, after a while, the entire lake will become a terrifying world that no mortal can enter.

Rosalin didn't know what it was, but she could only confirm that it was a war-level extraordinary object.

Rosalin let out a deep sigh: "I'm just going to listen to what the other leader's request is."

"My lord! You can't go!" the guards screamed.

Rosalin seemed not to hear her and said directly: "If I don't come back in two hours, you can make the final struggle again!"

After that, he ordered the few five personal followers and followed Conrad to a frigate coming from the center of the lake.

For a moment, when Rosalin was about to step onto the gangway of that outrageously beautiful pure white cruise ship, she felt that she was about to step on the road of no return leading to the gate of hell.

The phantoms of the monarchs of the Bolivarian Empire seemed to linger around her reluctantly, but in the end they had no choice but to go away.

She still remembers that when she was young, her noble uncles would encourage her to wield a small wooden machete from time to time. Now my father and those kind uncles are no longer here. Even if she kills all the governor's family to avenge them, they will never come back.

"Does the once glorious maritime archipelago empire only deserve to become a haze in history and memory...?" A drop of clear tears fell from the corner of Rosalin's eyes.

Gently holding up the mask and wiping away the last drop of tears with her fingers, Rosalin encouraged herself: If just sacrificing me can save tens of millions of Bolivarians, then so be it. If the other party wants all Bolivarians to go to hell, then I will become the most ferocious ghost in hell to avenge the orthodox gods!

Resolutely stepping onto the gangway, Rosalin strode towards the unknown front.

On the cruise ship, there are three posts, one post and five posts, and the people standing guard are all the most elite protective knights of the Church of Light. Sequence 8 and Sequence 7 knights abound, even a squad leader who looks like a Sequence 6 knight. After seeing such elites, Rosalin couldn't help but have exaggerated assumptions about the enemy's commander.

As everyone knows...

Looking at the ridiculously young and handsome man in the main seat, Rosalin was fascinated by him for a moment.

"This is His Excellency Mark Destiny, the commander-in-chief of this evil-killing operation! I am Judge Abner Miller who is assisting him. This is Gordon Long, the commander of the Southern Legion of the Knights of Light. Ni!"

Abner's formal introduction only received an indifferent response from the other party: "I am Rosalind Silva, the leader of the heinous rebels in the empire's mouth."

Mark was not annoyed: "Your willingness to come here means that you have confirmed the overwhelming advantage of the Church of Light and Night over you, right?"

"I do not deny."

"Long story short, we don't care who rules the 10 million Bolivarians. Our purpose is just to hunt [War Knight] Gusin!"

When Mark said this, Rosalin was stunned at first, and then there was unconcealable joy in her eyes.

If the Orthodox Church is not monolithic, that means things can still turn around.

If the Church of Light and Night, which had just shown overwhelming strength, was determined to help the Empire maintain its absolute control over Bolivar, that would be true despair.

Rosalin's mind was racing, trying to find the one that was most beneficial to Bolivar. She tried and said in a tough tone: "If we give up cooperation with Gusin, the people of Bolivar will be slaughtered. Lamb.”

"Hmph!" The powerful Captain Lonnie said with a straight face, the long scars on his face twisting like a centipede: "If all ten million Bolivarians become fanatical followers of the Knights of the Apocalypse, then we will only Can purify all cultists."

Rosalyn almost suffered cardiorespiratory arrest.

Compared with countries with a 'short life', the orthodox church backed by gods acts more forcefully and unscrupulously.

Rosalin retorted unwillingly: "We will never sever ties with Guxin without sufficient guarantees. Even if you kill all the tens of millions of Bolivarians, aren't you afraid that the entire main island will become a paradise of [death]? So You can’t purify a big place at all!”