A Hasty Conclusion (Seeking Follow-ups!)

On the Winter Grama, almost everyone was sprawled across the various decks, gasping for breath. Cold sweat trickled down their faces, their pupils still trembling violently, as if they hadn't recovered from the shadow of the natural disaster.

Just as everyone was gradually coming to their senses, ready to celebrate their survival, another change occurred.

The Winter Grama, which had been stationary on the sea under the protection of the wind wall, slowly began to move, gradually picking up speed as time passed.

In an instant, many unprepared Revolutionary Army members were thrown about, crashing heavily against the interior of the ship. At the same time, many Revolutionary Army members who had managed to stand heard the roar of churning waves echoing continuously.

"What's going on?!"

"Quick, protect the food! Don't let it spill!" Amidst the chaos, someone roared and lunged towards the bags of food nearby.

Meanwhile, on the deck.

Ivankov and the others watched the tidal waves spinning rapidly before their eyes, their faces pale. They gripped the railings tightly, ensuring they wouldn't be flung off the ship by the increasingly fast vessel.

"Quick, hold onto the railings! If you get thrown off now, you're dead!"

Ivankov shouted to his comrades still on deck, while also reaching out and grabbing a few people by the legs to prevent them from falling into the deep sea.

Looking up, a colossal sea vortex stood on the surface of the ocean. The Winter Grama floated at its edge, being swept along by the churning waves and spinning rapidly.

Step by step, they were being pulled towards the very center of the vortex.

A hollow and deep vortex core occupied the sea, swallowing vast amounts of seawater every second, along with items thrown from the deck.

Everyone knew that if the ship was pulled into the core, the ship would be destroyed and lives would be lost in an instant.

As the Revolutionary Army desperately tried to stop this process, icy hands made of seawater broke through the surface, gripping the ship and pulling it towards the seabed.

"!!"

"What the hell is this?!" Ivankov was on the verge of collapse. He couldn't understand why, after a mere accidental discharge, and without even hitting the target, the other party would go to such lengths.

"This is too petty!"

As he spoke, a hand made of seawater released the ship and lunged directly at Ivankov.

"Death Charm!"

"Boom..." The hand exploded, scattering into a sky full of seawater that fell onto the deck.

"They can hear me even now!" Ivankov's eyes widened as he muttered softly. Then, he fell silent, shattering hand after hand made of water.

Just then, an invisible storm brewed again.

Hurricanes swirled and surged, blasting a massive wind tunnel nearly a hundred meters wide and stretching an unknown distance across the sea.

Immediately after, Dragon manipulated the hurricane to lift the entire Winter Grama out of the vortex, rendering the high-speed spinning vortex useless.

Then, he raised his hand and sent the ship straight into the roaring wind tunnel, propelling it across the sea under the force of the gale, gradually disappearing at the edge of the horizon.

Watching his comrades and the life-saving provisions, which had already gotten far away from the storm in a short time, Dragon breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, Dragon cast a deep glance at the unknown strong individual in the distance who hadn't even shown their face, then stepped into the wind tunnel himself, disappearing into the storm.

Perhaps twenty-odd years ago, Dragon would have turned around and fought the unknown strong individual in the distance.

But now, his ideals had reached a critical juncture, and he was unwilling to fight head-on with the other party before any casualties had occurred.

Even though he was fully confident in defeating the opponent, Dragon did not wish to take such a risk.

The lives of his Revolutionary Army comrades and the urgently needed provisions could not afford any accidents.

The soldiers of the Revolutionary Army should at least fall on the path to liberating the oppressed and persecuted people all over the world, not pay the price of their lives in an obscure corner due to a minor mistake, unnoticed by anyone.

On the other side, Louis watched in the direction the Revolutionary Army had disappeared, lost in thought.

However, he didn't dwell on it and turned to walk towards the depths of the Island Cloud.

"Let's go, they've already left."

Behind him, Uta subconsciously asked.

"Did they run away?"

"No, they left."

Upon hearing this, Uta's expression went blank for a moment.

Then, she lowered her head in silence, lost in thought.

Conversely, Yelena turned her head to look into the distance, lost in thought.

In the early morning, a flawless white, massive Island Cloud descended from the sky, only stopping its descent when it was almost touching the sea.

A moment later, the Island Cloud ascended again, leaving a warship on the vast, boundless sea.

Under a parasol, Louis leaned back in a deck chair, carefully studying a Children's Textbook.

After a long-distance exchange with Dragon, Louis picked up his book again, preparing to shape a more excellent vessel for the future killing machine.

"Dada da..."

"Bang..."

Uta ran all the way and pushed open the cabin door.

"Good morning! Louis!"

Uta, dressed in pajamas with her two-toned hair cascading down her back, exuded a youthful and bright smile. (She) raised a fair and slender hand, waving at Louis.

Then, without waiting for Louis's reply, stretched again.

"Another sunny day!"

With that, ran off with a tap-tap-tap, seemingly to find Yelena.

Louis shook his head at this and silently turned to the next page of the Children's Textbook, immersing himself in the ocean of knowledge.

After a long while, Yelena emerged from the cabin carrying breakfast, accompanied by a petite follower clutching milk and a piece of bread.

Uta plopped down opposite Louis, swallowing a mouthful of bread with milk. (She) blinked her large eyes and asked, "Louis, when will we reach the next stop?"

"About half an hour," Louis replied, pointing in the direction behind Uta.

"We're almost there?..."

Uta's mouth puffed out, her voice quite muffled.

Yelena heard this and slowly put down the milk, a thoughtful expression appearing on her face.

"Hmm..."

"It's just that we need to replenish some supplies..."

Yelena's voice was very gentle, giving a comfortable feeling like bathing in a spring breeze.

Uta gulped down the milk Yelena had prepared for her in one go, tilted her head, and asked with a long, drawn-out tail of her voice, "We~ don't seem to have any money, do we?"

"Should we go rob a band of lucky pirates?" As spoke, a hint of eagerness flickered in her purple eyes.

"No, there's money in the private safe in the warship's office," Yelena explained, shaking her head. (She) had found a private safe in the office while cleaning up some trash, and after breaking it open, discovered quite a bit of Belly.

Uta's eyebrows shot up at this. After a moment of contemplation, tentatively asked, "Secret stash? Embezzlement?"

Her focus was always so peculiar, making Yelena chuckle in amusement.

"I don't know..."

Louis leaned back against the Deck Chair, listening to Uta and Yelena's idle chatter. (He) looked into the distance, at the island faintly appearing and disappearing at the edge of the horizon.

"Frost Moon Village..."

"Frost Moon Family..."

Then, glanced at the Seven Star Sword lying on the table, its malevolent and inauspicious aura contained. And at the long-handled war hammer, covered in scratches and fine cracks, lying quietly at the other end of the Deck.