Chapter 612: Login begins

"Black Dragon Code (
In the dim light of the morning, Skjal Beach was shrouded in a hazy mist. Yesterday’s heavy rain had ceased and turned into a continuous drizzle, drenching everything.
On the beach stood the spires used as a warning look. Below are dense fortifications and buildings. Deeper there are open, irregularly shaped fields. The crops in the ground are difficult to grow, because the coastal forces of the empire had never He has fought fierce battles with deep-sea invaders here, countless times.
Pross is sitting in the tower overlooking Skogal Beach. He has been here since yesterday. The whole night has passed. Now he is cold, hungry, and distraught. He just wants to quickly end his routine investigation mission. , Go back to the barracks, drink a cup of hot milk and get a good sleep.
He turned the viewing mirror to the left, aimed at the dark sea surface, and began to observe the sea level slowly again. The image in the lens had been repeated thousands of times in his eyes, and it was also turbulent white waves and sunlight. The shimmering reef island and the misty sea are all calm and peaceful.
Pross turned his head and glanced, the hound was already asleep, curled up.
"Can there be any movement," he murmured, "It's almost time. It's time for me to go to bed."
The sky was shining, and ProLogis heard the sound of the changing of the guard ascending the building. He rubbed his astringent eyes, took the water bottle and poured it into his mouth. The cold temperature caused a burst of colic in his stomach. ProLog hissed low. With a cry, I was ready to do a regular observation one last time, and then left immediately.
Once again, he turned the viewing mirror to the left and slowly scanned the sea level to the right. When he turned to the midpoint of the sea, the viewing mirror suddenly stopped.
The scene in the environment made ProLogis tensed his body completely, and his eyes widened.
Through the looming fragmentary mist, the sea horizon is filled with ships like magic, large and small, all kinds of ships, they move closely and orderly, as if they have been there for a long time.
These ghostly ships seemed to emerge from the bottom of the sea. The "Eye of All-Knowing" did not give warning to the coastal forces, and the Empire’s ally, Deep Sea Kingdom, did not send any news to the Army on the Southern Front.
Pross stared blankly. He had never experienced such a shock in his life that it made this soldier unbelievable and unspeakable, as if a devil from was holding his heart.
Fear made him tremble. Pross jumped up from the low stool with a huge motion range and lay on the fence and shouted at the soldiers who were about to change the guard: "A ship is landing!"
After shouting with a roar, he immediately turned his head, regardless of whether the soldiers below heard him, grasped the Philosopher's Stone on the sentry tower, and sent a message to the command of the coastal forces.
"Sir Meri." Pross trembling voice, "This is Skorgar, on the sea...at least ten thousand ships."
"Are you fainted? Soldier!" the command retorted, "pirates can't have so many ships, and the deep sea country doesn't have so many ships, no one in Allahia has so many ships!"
The commander’s suspicion and cursing, on the contrary, made Prolos sober from a state of fear,
If you don’t believe it, come and see for yourself!
His words went smoother:
The shards of the deep sea country betrayed the empire, and all the spellcasters It's a waste, we didn't get any news beforehand!"
The command post was silent for a while, and the answerer seemed to be ordering verification from the person next to him, and then a communication came: "With so many ships, where are they going?"
Pross looked at the sea, and his pupils had shrunk into pinpoints: "Just towards me."

There has never been such a dawn. In the dim, gloomy morning light, the powerful Blackwing Fleet spread out an array on the outskirts of the five beaches in Skjal with a solemn and forbidding momentum.
The sea was full of ships. From the dark beaches outside Cherbourg to the mouth of the rushing river, these warships formed a steel corridor that surrounded Skorgar. The flags flew across the sea and made a crackling sound in the breeze. .
In the mist, the giant battleship's towering body image is a monster from the deep sea, while deterrent cruisers and armored destroyers are also silhouetted in the fog. Located in the center of the fleet behind them is the great Blackwing Empire main ship. Compared with ordinary ships, the size of these main ships has been exaggerated in the continuous improvement. Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe them as "surface platforms".
After this, there are densely packed landing ships and transport ships.
A large number of ships lined up on the wide sea made huge noises, full of desire to fight. The crane towers on both sides of the deck whirled and the chains creaked, sending out one landing craft after another in the swing, crowded with them. A skeletal warrior in armor.
The flying dragon swept across the sea low and shuttled back and forth between the tightly ordered ships, roaring to frighten these unwise souls.
"Line up and wait for orders."
"Line up and wait for orders."
"Line up and wait for orders!"
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"Let the undead charge first later."
Garon stared at the quiet beach in the distance, and under the records of several half-dragon men, he gave orders one by one: "Then the deep-sea warrior will cover and the goblin engineers up to clear underwater obstacles and spell traps."
"After the goblin engineers begin their work, the landing ship must send the tanks to the beach and be ready to open fire deep in the land."
"Thirty minutes after the work of removing obstacles, the main forces from all over the country were divided into ten batches, and landing operations were started at five-minute intervals."
"Be wary of the enemy's counterattacks. Once the offensive begins, we must firmly seize the beach without letting up."
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"Fire coverage first."
The prince of poison fire waved his claws, announcing that this historic battle had begun.
Intense sound waves rolled back and forth on the coast of Skjal~EbookFREE.me~The hazy mist was torn apart by artillery, and a burst of gunfire roared like a storm erupted throughout the attacking area. The fleet was already ready for battle. After sending it down, all the armored warships did not hesitate to shoot at the intended target, and the beach area began to rise one after another into the sky.
The cruiser roared against the bunkers and underwater bunkers of the garrison where the sun never sets. The battleships "Fangs" and "Thorn" destroyed an exposed counter-artillery group with amazing precision, and the main ship "Imperial Grip" dropped in one shot. Six hundred shells were fired, all of which hit the magical positions located on the reef beach.
Under the cover of artillery fire, the small destroyers began to move forward. They increased their horsepower, approached to a close point only one kilometer away from the beach, lined up, and poured intensive firepower toward all the targets in the defensive position system on the shore.
The plan proceeded closely. Ten minutes after the sea fleet carried out the saturation strike, another sound rang over the fleet. At first, the sound was very slow, like a giant dragon flapping its wings, then the sound gradually increased and changed. The sound of flapping wings one after another.
The radiant dragon army appeared, and they passed directly over the head of the huge fleet, with their heads attached to the tail spines and wings attached to the wings. They were of various colors and sizes. There were about 20,000 heads in total. The dragons ignored the gunfire of the fleet. Incendiary bombs were dropped on the beaches and straits that were trying to counterattack.
This terrible weapon specially made by the empire weighs about 300 kilograms, and has been assembled in batches of Radiant Dragon Legion. They will quickly erupt with a higher temperature than the dragon’s breath when they come into contact with the hit, and they have strong adhesion. Lasting for five to ten minutes, the damage to combustible materials is stronger than the explosive bombs fired by the Black Wing Fleet.
Skogar has become a sea of ​​flames with black smoke constantly rising, and the flames are burning on the water, and the scene is like hell.