Sanzen no Souru Supina

It was not until shortly afterwards that Aska, who had been watching the condition of Heliatium, noticed the anomaly.

Pushing the watch away, he stands at the tip of the convoy pushing towards Gorge Bay and tries to see the dark morning mist standing in the bay.

I have not received an explicit statement from the Fleet Commander that I am a prince, but I cannot hide its extinct beauty (bibble), especially the accusation of death on both legs: Azrael.

A flock of soldiers broke so that the sea could crack, and Aska stood further at the edge of the flagship pushing the head of the fleet.

"What is that?"

What jumped into Aska's eyes at that time was the appearance of a huge wall of walls standing on the ocean standing in a milky morning mist.

Of course, there is no special defense mechanism like that just because how much helium is the capital of an empire that is thousands of years old.

There shouldn't be.

So Aska's observational eye is right.

It was not a wall, but a ship.

Five large sailboats of the National Alliance of Commercial Cities, which decided to remain in disobedience to the country in order to defend Heliatium.

And it was before the eyes of the Osmadra navy that it stood with a giant flank.

Aska saw this as a castle wall.

The way it feels is not exaggerated, it captures the essence.

The super-large sailboats, each of which is the flagship class of the national fleets, reach gracefully ten meters only in height from the waterline to the ship's capacity.

That's exactly the castle fortress itself standing on the ocean.

Hearing ten meters far from the front line doesn't come pinned, but if you flesh-compress a giant hull that stands apart from the shaky surface of the water, even if you don't like how desperate it is.

Besides, sailboat masts act as castle towers in such defensive combat.

In this day and age, a ship with artillery is the exception during the exception.

The Epolar held by the Knights of Catel Hospital hits it, but it was still common sense at this time to settle with a blade with a naval battle basically.

That also means you have to be prepared for a decisive assault to chop down that huge offshore fortress.

More importantly, what inspired Aska's vigilance was the difference in proficiency between each other's sailors.

Near the entrance, albeit in the bay, and on a rather streamlined ocean, the five large sailboats on the enemy's side remained neatly lined up in a horizontal row, further keeping each other at equal intervals in this dark fog.

It's as neat as a planned fortress.

This is not an easy technology.

It is a craftsmanship that is possible only for those who know but know very little about the wrinkles in their palms of years of experience and skilled shipbuilding techniques, as well as the changing times of the terrain and currents in the sea.

After all, the Askas and the Osmadra Imperial Army, who will be dealing with this, have traditionally given no importance to the Navy.

That touched Aska's sense of crisis.

This is a lesson learned by the prince last fall from the painful defeat of thousands of men who lost their subordination at the drifting temple in Frama.

Looking at enemy lines, of course, it is obvious from the number that the Osmadra army is overwhelmed by numbers in this operation.

There are no ships as large as the five supermassive sailboats in the fleet, but this is still a large fleet of dozens.

The opposing enemy forces are only enough to be counted in number of hands.

It was also, indeed, a true argument that, in common sense, it was the difference in power that could prevail.

"Don't look out for me. No matter how skilled the sailors are, the difference in power between Heliatium and those who join it is overwhelming. Eighty percent of the battles depend on whether they're numbered first."

Speaking to Aska, who frowned in the shadow of the five sailboats at the time of the soaring walls, was the commander of this fleet, Bartogour, who somehow came next door.

Now, as you can see from the name, this man is not a raw Osmadra.

Rather, he is a man who was once an Ixist.

The story is that pirates have faith, but the superstitious sailors turned to God every time of their time.

The trend was particularly pronounced on pirates who had no place on land.

That would surely have been because there was nothing but God that should have been his own fringe.

Then why, more importantly, the captain of that faithful pirate ship worshipped the commander of the Osmadra Navy, in short, was bought.

Speaking of piracy, the Viper fangs and the feared Knights of Catel Hospital are famous, but other than that, there were pirates roughing up the Osmadra coast.

Bartogour was one of those pirates, but one day he fell into command of the Navy at Osmahim's invitation.

I am quite mindful of the invitation of the Great Emperor himself (because of this) to flush his previous remorse into the water and work as a one-armed man, because this pirate's parents took him to the clan royal party and even his children to convert him.

Aska glanced at the commander who put a hook on one arm he lost in the naval battle and affectionate laughter on his tidal face.

"It's about not looking at them sweetly. Unlike us, who are looking to get that city unharmed and so forth, they are the soldiers caught up. Moreover, they are skilled sailors. Rub it, or you'll get a hell of a tail job."

"This is, Your Highness. What you say is different. But Atashi has also been wandering around the ship for a long time... so I won't be late."

"Maybe you are, yourself. Former pirate commander which. But I don't know if it's up to my navy. The delay in the training of technicians who, like ships, require skill and collaboration can also be described as a structural defect in a state that has so far placed man-made sea tactics on the spindle - in a sense, disposable of humans. It's not buried overnight."

The former pirate's best friend deliberately opened his eyes to Asuka, who lined up his theory of prudence.

"What a surprise, Your Highness Askariya is well versed in naval warfare and politics. Come."

"Life from the Great Emperor should not have just been about expanding to the entrance to the Gulf of Gorges, just about opening the end of the war. I advise you not to engage in mischievous attacks."

Aska stabbed the nail so as to trump Bartogour's playful obedience.

Bartogour, who shrugged his shoulders and showed them aside, replied, "Of course I know. Come on," and then he objected by pointing to the helium, beyond the walls of the sailboat.

"Naturally, that's on the understanding. But, Your Highness. If it means the end of the war, isn't it already open? Yes, at the hands of the Emperor."

Indeed, Bartogour had the best say.

Because from early morning onwards there was a sound of shelling that looked just like a thunderbolt and a heavy bass that collapsed the fortress destroyed by that direct strike across the strait.

Whether it was flushed by the wind or even the smell of deceptive nitrous smoke swirls all the way to the ocean.

Aska narrowed her eyes when she looked at the walls at the northern end of the heliatium, which also erupted smoke similar to a volcanic eruption from a slice of fog.

It's like the twilight of the end of the world, I even think.

"Not yet. That's just smashing down the walls and showing all the folk grass of Heliatium and the Vibronze Empire my Osmadra's" Hiroshi ". Father... no, the Great King wants to keep this city as far away from destruction as he can."

"Hmm, I know that too, but hey. I think it's rather suspicious if the people in the line understand their intentions."

Father: To Aska, who speaks for the heart of Osmahim, Bartogour said, pointing to the face of the Alliance of Commercial Cities State, which awaits with its combat posture, headed by the five example sailboats.

"There is momentum in battle. I don't know why I'm gonna keep doing this."

"Is it against the life of the great emperor"

"Once the end of the war opens, I promise you I'll leave maritime exploitation to Atashi."

"That's just your view. How was the Great Emperor behaved last night? You can't see this Askariya on board."

Good luck with the hard Aska words, Bartogour scratched his head.

"You've been a pain in the ass."

"Did I say something?

"War is not the same as dealing with an uncircumcised woman. Your Highness's words. Then it was. Well, let's talk about it first."

The distance between the fleets was also close while doing so.

If you keep moving forward, you'll accidentally be in the range of a stone crossbow.

Or if the fog hadn't even stood up, it could have been a situation where we'd already fired arrows at each other.

That, of course, would be in favor of the enemy side, which can wait at height.

"All right, all right, Bartogour fleet drop your legs. Stop the ship."

Remember to add that the battle is still ready, and if Bartogour says, the order was immediately conveyed to the entire fleet.

A battle drum that transmits fleet movements is struck.

However, the behavior was straightforward from ship to ship, rather the result of exposing the Osmadra Navy's low level of proficiency.

The fleet ordered to brake rapidly will disrupt formation in a chiseled motion.

The thick fog clapped further into the confusion.

On the other hand, you should have noticed this one already. There is no movement in the Heliatium Defense Forces.

"Captain!"

"There's no problem. And if you've multiplied this mess from the other side, isn't that a great opportunity?"

"What?! Are you kidding me?

"Oops. You shouldn't. Hey, you bastards, grab a shield! I'll talk to them. In the meantime, protect Your Highness and me from enemy arrows."

While cluttering the pursuit of Aska, Bartogour, who leapt at the tip of the flagship, began to raise his voice and make surrender recommendations.

Come here, great emperor: do you think you have taken the will of Osmahim, or have woken up to chivalry?

Aska, who decided to arm herself and snort loudly but still watch her become, will, however, in the next moment, rise to heaven.

"Now, dear Heliatium and his associates. How are you? It's me, Bartogour. Yes, I was a comrade who fought for the teachings of Aram, believing them to be pagan and cult!

The torso voices (howdy) uttered by men like those that embodied the evil side of the man in the sea even pressed the shelling noise that sounded off the ocean to reach the waiting Heliatium Defense Force fleet.

Aska found out about it in a move on the deck of an enemy ship that panicked.

Yes, Bartogour was not just a namesake pirate on the Alam side, but also on the side of the Ixes.

It is different from the Knights of Catel Hospital, where guardian angels were worshipped and praised by their compatriots.

Knowing it or not, the former pirate commander went on to soak up.

"Listen, my former comrades. I, Sama, am now here as a serious Muslim. Did you hear what our great emperor said last night, gentlemen? You heard. What a generous heart. Oh, glory to Alam Ra! And yet, kicking the temper of the Great Emperor, you are here. But I dare to repeat myself with mercy. Surrender quietly. I once believed in the same god. It's a blemish. Don't make it worse."

To Aska, Bartogour's words only sounded provocative.

Of course, that's what Baltic Ghoul called it to sound like while he thought so.

The repayment was made by hundreds of return arrows.

The aim is uncertain because it is a shooting in the fog, but when it hits so much, it hits.

Of course, we took all the attacks that the shield, which had been set up assuming that there was one, had landed in the vicinity of Bartogour and Aska, but stray bullets caused a small number of casualties among the soldiers.

"He shot me! You said ahhh! Your Highness, they saw no questions asked!

"It must be because you provoked it!

Aska was furious when she found a slight grin on Bartogour's mouth, which turned that way in a bare blur.

In retrospect, you can't even think that it was part of a fleet of highly skilled people who braked and sprayed the formation.

No, I'm sure there was this guy from the beginning with that kind of tummy.

Asuka heard the sound of a blood vessel shatter somewhere in her head.

But I couldn't finally leave it to my anger to whisk up my fist and see Baltic Ghoul on my face.

Because following the sudden strong twist of Gulahari, a terrible being gave a glimpse of its appearance from the sea.

At first, Soytz seemed so thick and long in the chains.

They roam in the sea like creatures.

Naturally, that wasn't a chain or anything.

All those who were under the illusion that the entrance to the Gulf of Gorge would be completely sealed off by Germany fell.

He was so powerful.

I can't help it.

Because what followed emerged from the sea was supposed to be an organism on the side of stories and legends, if it were meant to be.

Sidrellasikaya da zu.

The world's oldest serpent witch turned blue scales upside down in anger and broke through the water, appearing.