Chapter 381: The Starfall Fleet in the Old Dockyard
Lovison has to do whatever comes next.
He took out the Atlas III life-active potion from the secret safe that was specially made by the US federal government and was even in the experimental stage and plunged it into his arm.
Several huge bonfires were raised around the cathedral to protect themselves from the wind and snow.
Maybe it's because of worry.
Except for guys like Croshan who don't worry about their lives at all, most people can't sleep this night.
The firelight shone red on the silent faces of the people gathered, squeezing tightly, the dome of the church, and the remaining murals on the facade of the cathedral.
All this seemed solemn and quiet.
Nelson filmed the scene silently.
Then they began to distribute the meager supplies that Su Wen had prepared in advance and the forest guard organization had barely squeezed out.
Even in the real world.
Nelson has actually never had much contact with anything like this.
Journalists who were unable to put themselves in someone else's shoes, but who recorded everything just to photograph suffering, seemed so arrogant to him.
Now.
He felt the shallowness of his former self and remained silent.
"In the midst of a real cold night.
A campfire may not be able to dispel the cold.
But even if it's just the flickering light of a campfire, you can see that light reflected in their eyes."
Su Wen, wearing a black trench coat, walked through the wind and snow with only a few people noticing.
He calmly looked at the bonfire and continued,
"And that flame.
It could be Lovison, the commander of the garrison, or Rendell, the sentinel.
Even 'Nightwatch Rhine'.
But most of them may not know who Night Watchman Rhine is, and they don't need to know who Rhine is.
Just a name is enough."
Nelson sighed:
"Don't you feel sorry?"
Su Wen waved his hand gently:
"No, this is what I expected.
The old priest is willing to open up the area around the cathedral, and he is also an admirable person.
But I won’t disturb his rest.”
The second floor of the church swayed with gas lights.
A second-level old priest, holding a Bible in his hand, was sleeping peacefully while leaning on the recliner.
To him, what others call fear is nothing more than a snowy late night in Louisiana, Mississippi or Texas.
He is already very old.
Nelson also immediately changed the topic to the supplies he asked himself to prepare for the day:
“In addition to the rest areas prepared in advance for the people affected by the disaster, I have also prepared everything needed for the voyage.
Mr. Fulken, the president of the Starfall Port Chamber of Commerce, has opened up part of the inventory."
"Are they all placed in the port area?"
"It has been put neatly."
"Let's go."
Su Wen did not stay here longer.
He is not a politician, and there is no point in making speeches to accumulate political capital for himself.
It's time to set off.
Only when the source of the disaster disappears will all the storms and snows gradually subside.
In the watch shop.
Famir sat on the stool with a blank look on his face, while Jiang Menghan also picked up his handbag and prepared to say goodbye to her.
In fact, the girl does not often encounter this kind of scene. Once, when bad luck was out of control, she would hardly talk to anyone except Su Wen.
Even in middle school, she was like an iceberg goddess, so she rarely had this kind of comforting moment:
"Are you still concerned about Farinta?"
"Sorry, I don't know."
Famil shook his head,
"I have never been very clear about her existence.
perhaps.
My initial misunderstanding of my father also stemmed from Farinta.
But now it seems that both my father and she have done too many mistakes."
To hear Famiel see everything so clearly.
Jiang Menghan didn't say much.
She just picked up her brown suitcase with exquisite structure and left a letter on the table:
"Rhine finally captured Farinta's whereabouts. If you want to participate in this matter, then open this letter.
Goodbye, Famir.
Maybe Rhine and I will meet you again one day in the future."
She didn't stop at all, holding up a black umbrella from the hollow of half the damaged wall of the watch shop and walking into the wind and snow.
Port area.
In the night sky filled with heavy snow.
The frost undead dragon shuttles higher in the sky.
Its body is covered with cold scales, its wings are spread out, and it soars in the night sky, like a dead shadow, its eyes flashing with cold light.
Immediately afterwards.
It launched an attack on the barrier that Su Wen had just used to guide the entire Starfall transportation energy generation to protect the city through the difference engine.
The icy breath condensed into ice cones, which stirred on the outer layer of the barrier like snowflake blades, splashing layers of pale golden ripples. The energy of the barrier fluctuated violently.
"It seems that the energy level of the entire barrier is even lower than what was calculated in the data.
The bias value of the research on the incomplete skeletons has a big impact on the results. Dragons are really a unique race."
Croshan, who was wearing a researcher's uniform and had dark circles under her eyes, leaned against the wall with a caffeine booster in her mouth and said,
"Rhine.
Are you sure you want to do this?
Warm reminder, there is a risk of committing suicide."
Hear the questions from this female researcher in genetics and life sciences.
Su Wen gently adjusted his black gloves, and then answered with a mysterious smile:
"There is no need for you to test me.
Crossan.
As early as in the institute, you should have known my next move.
Is it right?"
Looking at his deep and seemingly all-seeing eyes, Croshan couldn't help but curl her lips.
"Don't think of me as an idiot.
Although I don’t know how to organize things as well as you do, I was once the number one genius in the Stanford School of Life.”
Hear her say that.
Su Wen just smiled and said nothing more.
Compared to the calmness they had been prepared for, the residents in the urban residential areas were frightened by the sudden dragon's breath attack.
They hid behind the windows and watched. Only at this moment did many people have a real sense of praying to the gods.
The bells in the city rang, and the sirens echoed harshly in the streets and alleys. The adventurers and soldiers who came to the border from the real world quickly gathered and stood ready.
That is when they know that their defense may be in vain.
But Su Wen didn't need a meaningless sacrifice. He stood in the foggy port with the light of the lighthouse neglected, with a black trench coat behind him.
Calmly looking at the endless Lost Sea in the distance, he said:
"Nelson, prepare for the sailors to transport supplies."
Immediately afterwards.
The brilliant ocean-going ships transformed from illusion into reality in the mist.