Vol·20 [Legacy]

"Thirty-seven men in the command tower: meteorological staff officer, helmsman, operations staff officer, recorder, radio communications sergeant, and signal officer. Prepare for battle!"

"Fire command post! Twenty-three officers, including field officers, junior officers, and enlisted personnel, along with the artillery sergeant, rangefinder, and azimuth determiner, stand guard!"

"Eighteen officers and non-commissioned officers and men in the forward turret are ready for battle. The 20mm quadruple breech-loading machine gun is under the unified command of the firing post. Switchboard operators, communications personnel, and depth gauge personnel are in combat readiness!"

"All sailors, deckhands, gunners, boat captains, ammunition depot managers, and statisticians, enter combat readiness. Ammunition handlers and guards continue their duties."

"Nine shipyard workers, officers, soldiers, foreman, carpenter, armorer, sheet metal worker, blacksmith, mechanic, and diver, head to the second mast to collect weapons and prepare for combat!"

"Damage Control and Compartment Drainage Operations Department! Eleven officers and enlisted personnel, firefighters, repair crew, foredeck control room chief, and pipeline panel operators, immediately engage in combat!"

The battle briefing was completed within forty seconds.

Jim returned to the Atlantic Ocean at this moment.

--Back to the most tense and excited state.

Apart from the officers in the boiler room and the motor room, the Warrior has fully awakened, and four generations from thirty-six different families have gathered together on this antique ship.

This ironclad warship requires 700 personnel to operate, and according to the shift system, at least 200 people are needed, not counting the combat department.

These 144 soldiers on the Warrior had to be used as three people each.

This dilapidated ironclad warship was given new turrets and new machine guns. The old 68-pounder guns were retired from the battlefield, and the storage compartments below deck were rerouted into clean and efficient ammunition feed lines.

But it's still just a little bit short, just a tiny bit short.

The Warrior is like a decrepit old man in his twilight years; to adapt it to the 21st century, the old man needs some time to change clothes and put on equipment.

But there's no time left.

--It's over!

The sailors' light weapons were L85A1 Assault Rifle that had been phased out in 2002. To get fresh, hot HK-made weapons in the United Kingdom, you not only need military procurement permission, but also a damn long shipping time.

Faced with the fully armed vampire flying soldiers, these naval warriors were like naked sitting ducks. In order to carry mechanical equipment and shells, they only wore light level two armor, and even the wearing rate of helmets was very low.

Poor visibility left the soldiers with nowhere to start, and the raging winds, torrential rain, and rocking of the ship made aiming and firing a pipe dream.

But there is only one thing, one absolutely must not be forgotten --

--From 1925 to today in 2025.

For a century, a hundred years, four generations have silently protected the Commonwealth on the vast blue sea.

This event alone boosted morale, and their strong fighting spirit, like a flame in a boiler, could not be extinguished by torrential rain or fear.

They were a legitimate, well-trained, and violent force; how could they possibly lose to a bunch of blood-sucking, cannibalistic gangsters?

At this very moment--

--Robert Tang Ning's heart was wavering.

He and Jim rushed out of the command post and stood in the middle of the deck in the pouring rain, looking at the dark sky and the dark sea, trying to distinguish the flying units in the sky from the waves and rain.

If only there were light--

If only there were light.

Almost everyone is yearning for light.

Whether it was the soldiers protecting the craftsmen on the deck.

The craftsmen were still repairing the naval guns and assembling the machine gun systems.

Or perhaps it's the electrification engineers, their eyes wide open and almost in tears, in the dim light below deck.

Listen carefully--

Something's coming!

The vampire vanguard had begun their dive, rapidly descending from an altitude of 1,800 meters.

Jim remembered that sound; those bat freaks used to deal with anti-aircraft machine guns seventy years ago.

The acceleration of free fall is like the dive maneuver performed by an attack aircraft during bombing, only these two-meter-long combat units are more agile. The whistling sound emitted when the membrane breaks the sound barrier is like a piercing brass trumpet.

"Prepare for the enemy!"

Jim and Robert the Youngster raised their guns into the air at almost the same time.

The continuous blasts of bullets exploded in mid-air, sending sparks flying.

--More than twenty dark figures descended from the sky.

Their massive toe bones are unsuitable for human firearms, and their enormous size prevents them from wearing bulletproof vests. However, thanks to their strong muscles and thick subcutaneous fat, these bodies, bound together by mycelial proteins, act like bulletproof gel—it usually takes five or six bullets hitting the same spot to cause effective damage.

Blood splattered across the deck of the Warrior.

The two old men in the first turret were unable to dodge in time and were smashed from the deck into the cabin by the vampire.

These monsters fall like meteors, showing no regard for minor injuries like broken necks or bones when attacking. Even if they fall from a great height and are smashed into a pulp, they can recover their bodies by absorbing blood through the two cores: the spiritual essence in their brains and the physical essence in White Lady's abdomen.

For these vampires, the body is the best ammunition.

Almost in the first round, sixteen vampire shells hit the main deck of the Ironclad Warrior. Only four unlucky ones were shot down. These monsters took eight lives upon landing and gradually recovered while sucking blood, heading towards the power boiler room!

Robert, having emptied his magazine, asked his Grandfather, "How the hell did we win World War II?!"

"How should I know!" Jim, limping and staggering, headed towards the impact point. "Follow me! These vampires are weakest when they land! It's their old trick! Get inside the ship and start looking for the ammunition racks and engine room. If they come back to life inside, start causing destruction immediately!"

The second round of vampire bombardment hasn't arrived yet.

Jim grabbed a fire extinguisher from the cabin passage and sprayed it with sterilizing powder onto a still-wriggling lump of meat. The Balason and silver powder turned the lump of meat into a charred substance similar to firewood.

Robert looked at the bomb crater above his head. A layer of silver-threaded mesh was laid in the deck's compartments. These vampires had been cut into more than fifty pieces of flesh when they landed, and it would probably take a very, very long time to restore them to their original state.

Jim kicked away the filth covering his comrade's corpse and explained with a complex expression, "You want to know how we won? This is the answer."

Robert quickly asked, "Have they stopped firing?"

"No, they're waiting for feedback from the first round of shelling." Jim and grandson as they mobilized four young men from the power room crew to do some disinfection. "This kind of shelling is like a calibration shot in naval warfare. If it's effective, they'll continue the attack; if it's ineffective, they'll immediately change tactics."

Robert asked nervously, "What will they do?"

"If we can't force the warship to stop, and can't sabotage our propulsion system from the inside—these air soldiers will try their best to eliminate our manpower. To put it simply, they'll kill us all without damaging the ship." Jim, with a cigar in his mouth, hurried down the corridor, heading back to the deck to prepare for an even more intense close-quarters battle.

"Grandfather!" Robert Tang Ning pulled out Universal Elixir from his pocket, taking out almost all of his stock.

Jim asked in confusion, "What is this thing?"

Robert nervously explained, "It's called Universal Elixir. Maybe it can cure your legs. I don't know if it will work, but like you said, how will we know if we don't try?"

Jim pointed at Tang Ning's nose and yelled, "Your performance in combat is that of a first-rate rookie! Someone like you should have been sent to logistics and distributed to all combat groups long ago!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the old man gave himself an injection.

In just over ten seconds, the skin at Jim's severed arm and leg turned red and cracked, new granulation tissue grew, and there was more turbid pus and tissue fluid on the floor. The bones began to grow wildly, like weeds that have seen the spring sunshine.

Jim Tang Ning, radiant with pride, strode swiftly across the deck, carrying his briefcase like a nimble monkey. His eyes had just healed when he returned to the battlefield, pushing the prosthetic eye out of its socket.

"Gloria! My dear sister! Take this thing to the water tank!"

When Jim obtained this treasure, his first thought was to fill the warship's freshwater pipes with it, so that the soldiers wouldn't be forced to leave the front lines unless their injuries were fatal.

He ran with all his might, needing to cross a passageway more than fifty meters wide in the middle of the ship's platform to meet the medical staff.

--Right now, right now.

The vampires' second attack has begun.

The sound of flapping wings echoed in the sky; it was the vampires changing their tactic after sensing their companions' spiritual pressure disappear within the ship.

They cruised slowly on the sea, skimming the surging waves to avoid radar detection, preparing to board the ship and engage in hand-to-hand combat.

"Fire freely! Fire freely! Fire freely!" Jim's ears had been cured, but the dense, all-encompassing cacophony of fire sent shivers down his spine. He roared at the fat old man in command post, "All 68-pounders! Fire!"

The twenty-six ancient cannons in the central compartment are no longer operated, but modern fire control units can fire them, requiring only a small diesel engine to pull the parallel firing ropes.

The earth-shattering cannon fire transported the warriors on deck back 150 years.

Solid iron projectiles blasted out a torrent of water; this volley of cannon fire was like a lion shaking off its blood-scarred body, like a deafening roar.

Creatures in myths and legends possess speed and strength that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

However, Isaac Newton, the president of the United Kingdom Royal Society, once said...

--Forces are interactive.

These carbon-based beings use the Blessed Holy Blood to leave the ground, achieving a maximum speed of Mach 1.5 during a dive and maintaining a maximum speed of 150 kilometers per hour while gliding.

However, in this state, even a small stone hitting their strong yet fragile bat bodies would cause horrific lacerations.

Twenty-six shells exploded around the ship, creating thick columns of water. When they collided with the Blood Bats traveling at over 120 kilometers per hour, the flying soldiers were instantly pulverized, like planes crashing into a hill.

They didn't understand even on their deathbed --

--Why is this ship able to unleash such astonishing combat power?

The pre-battle meeting stated that only 144 people remained on the Ironclad Warrior.

But this fierce bombardment was like the roar of a full fleet of ships from a century ago.

When these two hundred-plus vampires crashed into the columns of deathly water, they were stunned by the intense sound and light, as if they had been free-falling from a height of eight hundred meters into the sea, their bodies instantly shattering into pieces on the surface.

This was the Black Prince's final roar.

The 68-pounder cannon's breech is neglected. To hear the roar of fire again, the propellant must be cleaned and the barrel reloaded. The museum's old artifacts stand empty, leaving only darkness and silence.

There was also a diesel engine in the gun room corridor. It had just stopped running and was immediately taken away by a young sailor to be taken to the deck for hauling sail cables.

After a mere ten seconds of silence, the lucky vampires who had survived the shelling climbed onto the side of the Ironclad Warrior.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

--Robert Tang Ning had just caught up with his Grandfather, crawled out of the hull, and returned to the front lines.

Jim was holding the precious Universal Elixir in his hands, and there were still 850 milliliters of medicine in the box. Perhaps it could further enhance the soldiers' combat capabilities. He was going to run to the central tower and send all these things to the fresh water tanks. Every soldier on the deck could simply open a water valve and immediately be brought back to life from their near-death state.

A shadow loomed large behind him, obscuring the sky.

--The hideous blood bat leaped out of the bar's wooden window sill, its wingspan nearly three meters wide. The shards of glass from the sill slashed blood across the foolish, filthy vampire's face. Pain robbed this rude vampire aristocrat of all his composure. His sharp claws gleamed in the dim yellow light, and he was only a step away from Jim.

That moment--

Jim almost thought he was going to die.

His expression was fierce as he suddenly flung the box in his hand into the distance.

The shimmering silver box spun and flew towards Grandma Gloria on the high platform in the distance.

Jim roared, "Send it to the water tank! Gloria!"

Just for this one second.

Robert was almost in despair--

--The bravest and most scathing captain on the entire Ironclad Warrior has disappeared.

He was grabbed around the waist by a strong vampire and slammed into the endless abyss of the ocean.

At the same time, the spinning suitcase was intercepted mid-air by the clever vampire, who deftly hooked its toe and grabbed the handle.

Robert immediately raised his gun to shoot the beast down, but the scattered, weak steel-core bullets from the rifle were no match for the grotesque monster.

He drew Jiang Xueming's secondary weapon and emptied COMBAT MASTER's silver bullets. Just as the vampire was about to be cut in two in the middle of the mast, he threw his briefcase into the air before dying, sending it to another companion.

"Ah!------"

Little Robert. was almost going crazy.

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with impotent rage.

In close-quarters combat, the sailors were no match for these freaks. They didn't have time to forge silver bullets, shipyards weren't steel mills, and the obsolete United Kingdom munitions they had were hardly enough to kill these strong, monstrous creatures.

After being sifted by the 68-pound cannon, only forty-odd Bloodbat Flying Soldiers remained alive and climbed onto the bow of the Warrior, but that was enough.

For the fourth generation of crew members on the Warrior, the journey has come to an end.

The missile launchers still stand there, but no one operates them anymore.

Robert Tang Ning is about to suffer a humiliating defeat.

--From afar came even more, dense, dazzling noises.

--What is that?

--Or perhaps there are more blood bats?

He saw the bloodied second machine gun turret, the little brother missing half his body, his spine exposed to the air.

He leaned against the railing and saw the empty, dark ocean. Old Tang Ning had fallen from this spot and disappeared without a trace.

He saw the mast be broken by a vampire, and the Black Prince's large canvas fell to the ground.

Tang Ning was disheartened. The Black Jade Shining Stone around his neck was frantically absorbing the dark and depressed emotions in his heart. In the instant his fighting spirit was destroyed, even the action of raising his gun to reload began to become mechanical and numb.

Until a white dove landed on his arm, on his stiff, lifeless arm—

--That feeling was very strange.

He couldn't understand where the pigeon came from, or rather, it shouldn't have appeared on this old, dilapidated, and soon-to-be-sinking relic in the first place.

Until the adorable little pigeon turned its head, staring intently at Tang Ning with its blood-red eyes, and spat out a fresh, still-pulsating piece of soft flesh from its sharp beak.

Robert recognizes him!

That's vampire flesh.

The pigeon lowered its head, released the L85A1 chip, and completed the locking action.

Robert was brought back to reality by the crisp sound of the gun barrel closing!

He can't admit defeat!

He never gives up!

In the pitch-black sea, there are still Masha's ashes, Masha's ghost.

Only at this moment--

--The massive bodies of six vampire monsters fell from the proud Union Jack.

They howled pitifully, their facial features as if the soft flesh had been slashed open by a sharp knife, their teeth, eyeballs, and nasal cartilage removed, their ears gone, and their cheekbones exposed, revealing a terrifying skeletal face.

They crashed onto the solid deck, immediately doused with the gunfire of the sailors, and turned into a bloody pulp.

"My dear young master!"

Beneath the dark clouds, a slender shadow slowly descended atop the flagpole.

Winston Spencer --

--Or, as some might say, Jack Martin.

He spread his arms wide, carrying the Universal Elixir box in one hand and Jim in the other.

"This transaction isn't over until you've settled the bill with me."

The dark, raven-feather cloak resembled a pair of cushioned gliders, with hundreds of white doves clinging tightly to the ghostly torso's shoulders and thighs, flapping their wings vigorously.

Jack landed in front of Robert, and the white doves behind him scattered to rescue the other sailors.

Robert: "Winston Winston?"

Jack handed the equally astonished and speechless Tang Ning's father back to Tang Ning, his expression arrogant and his tone contemptuous.

"Take good care of this little guy."

Jim was immediately enraged by this dismissive tone of instruction. "And who are you, monster? Trying to teach me how to do things?!"

Jack leaned close to Robert's ear. "I'm telling you, take care of yourself. At least write a will, and put my name as the deed to bequeathed your estate—"

He pointed at Jim and winked at Tang Ning.

"--Then take good care of this little guy."

The dark figure transformed into a thick cloud of smoke and vanished instantly.

The instant Jack disappeared, the two vampires who had been hiding outside the ship's railing and trembling at the muzzle of the ironclad warship's cannon immediately regained their confidence. They leaped up from the side of the railing again, ready to pounce on Tang Ning and his grandson.

The dissipated black mist coalesced once more into a physical form.

Jack emerged from the shadows, his butcher's cleaver leaving a fiery trail of light as it ripped through the steel plate.

Hahahaha! Hahahaha!

The scalding blade sliced through the first vampire's neck, the burning serrated edge spraying hot blood onto Jim's chest, before cleaving open the second vampire's abdomen.

--The spray of White Lady covered Robert the boy's face.

The two monsters, like dolls that had lost their tethers, were paralyzed and half-hanging on the fence. Amidst their terrifying and ferocious laughter, Jack kicked them into the sea.

He strolled around like he was at a farmers' market, then turned back to chat with the grandfather and grandson.

"Sir Jim, I'm sorry, I was just joking. It was a typical American joke, like, 'Aha! I'm leaving! Actually, I'm not! Just kidding!' Do you understand? -- I'm an American, a talkative American."

He wiped the blood from the meat saw, making the silver-plated blade shine again.

"--But my father used to work in a United Kingdom munitions factory, you know Enfield?"

Jim shook his head blankly.

Jack continued, his expression wistful, "It doesn't matter if I don't know. In short, I have great respect for you two—and for everyone on this ship. If those pigeons had been a little more clever and flew a little faster, I could have gotten here sooner. Luckily, I made it. Thank goodness I made it."

With that, he casually took the rifle from Robert's hand and fired thirty rounds behind him, sending the monster that had just climbed onto the deck crashing back into the sea.

Jack shoved the gun back into Tang Ning's hand and vanished into smoke once more.

The grandfather and grandson finally came to their senses and sprinted towards the middle tower.

The two of them worked together to pour the Universal Elixir into the fresh water tank, finally having a moment to glance back at the blood-stained deck.

--You won't know until you see it; once you do, you enter an unknown and incomprehensible realm.

On the spacious deck, a dozen or so vampires were slaughtering the sailors of the Warrior. These superhumanly powerful monsters could tear apart limbs and pieces of flesh with just a flick of their claws.

But at this moment, countless white doves flapped their wings and flew towards the faces of these freaks. Robert scratched his head in disbelief. He could even see a medical emergency team of three doves in a group. Two large doves dragged a seriously injured and dying Grandfather to the vicinity of the water valve, while a small dove used its head to turn the valve open and release water to save the man.

The blades flashing in the black mist were like lawnmowers; they floated around the ship like ghosts, often coalescing into the shape of Jack Martin, leaving behind a thick layer of blood and a scalding hot bat head.

That feeling was so strange--

--Because the strange figure in the shadows has been laughing.

To put it bluntly, the laughter started from the second turret and the communications station.

It suddenly stopped [hahaha] and then went back to the machine gun turret to continue [hahahaha].

Like an old broadcast cassette tape, the laughter wasn't very crisp or smooth.

But under this gleaming silver saw, the vampire monsters died too quickly—the black mist dissipated and reformed only every few seconds, instantly taking away one or two fresh vampire nobles.

After clearing the enemies from the deck, the black mist disappeared into the hull.

Jim immediately heard a clattering sound coming from below deck, as if reinforcements that had fallen from the sky had encountered a formidable opponent. Two huge blood bats crashed through the stained glass of the VIP cabin, trying to escape—Jack Martin followed closely behind and dragged them back into the room.

Jim asked, "Who is this guy?!"

Robert shook his head vigorously. "I don't know!"

But there's no time to explain--

--Three warning shots rang out from a great distance, creating huge splashes of water at the bow and stern of the Ironclad Warrior.

"It's a naval frigate." Jim looked tense and began to feel anxious.

Tang Ning gritted his teeth. "What do we do? Are we really going to fight them in the near sea? Can we even win?"

Jim fell silent.

--The Ironclad Warrior is a historical legacy of the previous era.

It can't withstand the main gun fire of modern warships; a few hits and it'll become a tombstone in the ocean.

Then, Captain Jim looked at his companions on the deck.

Even with the help of the Universal Elixir, very few soldiers remained capable of fighting.

All they could do was expedite the repair and maintenance of the turret in preparation for launching missiles designed to induce rain.

"Run!" Jim was unwilling, but in his current state, he could only pray that the Warrior could shake off these leeches.

But even worse news immediately came from the command center.

The messenger, his face covered in blood, craned his neck, holding the radio, and shouted to Captain Jim through the window.

"We have nowhere to run! Captain! They've sent us a warning! The Special Task Force has laid drifting mines in the nearby waters. If we head any further northeast, the Warrior will be sunk!"

Jim yelled, "Then turn the ship around! We'll get out of here by following their safety route! I don't believe these greenhorn brats would dare fire on the Warrior!"

"But... but the current has changed!" the messenger said anxiously. "The ocean current has changed! Captain! They've only given us ten minutes to decide! Either surrender to the United Kingdom and return to Portsmouth Port to continue being an antique museum, or turn into a cloud of sea foam! Like the Little Mermaid! That's what they said!"

"Damn it, is God blind?!" Jim felt utterly unlucky. "This awful weather!"

With one of its masts broken, the Warrior could not possibly outrun these escort ships using only its boilers and twin sails.

Right now, at this very moment--

--Flames suddenly erupted from the gun emplacements of the Warrior.

Just like the warning shots fired by the frigate at the Warrior.

Six solid iron projectiles landed at a great distance, 1.5 kilometers away, precisely slicing off the frigate's ensign before crashing into the sea.

Jim found it unbelievable.

"Who's firing the cannon!?"

Who is it?

"Did I give the order? Who's messing around?!"

An electronics control officer emerged from the cabin and spoke to the captain in a flustered manner.

"I don't know, Captain! We're already busy enough dealing with the deck."

Jim roared like thunder, "Is it haunted?! A 68-pound cannon can't move on its own! Which little darling disobeyed my orders and fired without permission?!"

He stormed back into the cabin, and together with Robert the Kid, returned to the cabin with the twenty-six arquebuses.

Immediately afterwards--

--And then I saw it under the cover of night, amidst a torrential downpour and thunder.

One after another, seemingly real yet illusory spirits; one after another, ghosts dressed in sailor shirts.

These sailors stood beside the cannons, skillfully moving shells and puncturing gunpowder bags.

Until Jim broke down the door--

--The ghost crew members all turned around and looked back at each other.

Jim didn't say a word, and simply closed the door behind him.

He was discussing something with his grandson outside the door.

"We've seen a ghost, haven't we? We really, really saw a ghost."

Robert nodded vigorously.

"That's right, Grandfather."

Jim continued, asking.

"I see the third cannon on the starboard side, and that loader is my father. Did you see that clearly?"

Robert: "Look closely, it looks exactly like me."

Jim suddenly broke down. "I don't know what to say, Little Robert. When I was young, the first time I saw the Ironclad Warrior..."

Little Robert pulled a rag from his uniform; it was a little oily, but that didn't stop him from wiping his Grandfather's tears. "I know you've said it so many times, that once you see it, you can never leave this ship again, that your soul will be left here."

"Right now, my mind is in turmoil because of those escort ships outside—the sudden turn of events and all this inexplicable stuff is making my head spin," Jim continued. "I didn't leave my father any inheritance, and I never expected to see him again in a situation like this. What a damn bad luck."

Little Robert gently patted his Grandfather's back.

"It's a good thing."

After dealing with the vampires on the deck, Jack Martin appeared beside the grandfather and grandson.

He happened to push open the door and glance into the gun room, then immediately showed the same astonished expression as Jim.

"Oh! Oh oh oh oh!"

Jack waved his hand, looking embarrassed.

"Sorry, you've come to the wrong door."

Then he closed the door, no longer wanting to disturb the spirits.

The three stood by the observation window, only to see the surging waves constantly crashing against the hull. It was impossible for the Warrior to sail against the current at this moment.

There were floating mines in front and pursuers behind.

Jack leaned against the window and, as if they were old friends, reached into Jim's pocket for a cigar.

"Captain! I've cleaned the deck. Where are we going next?"

Jim hung his head dejectedly. "Nowhere to go, we've reached the end."

Robert chimed in, "Thanks for your hard work, Winston. I didn't expect you to be so amazing."

Jack scratched his face, somewhat at a loss. He had been a member of the United Kingdom Army more than 160 years ago and knew very little about things at sea. If these two sailors said it was hopeless, then it really was hopeless.

Jim pounded on the windowsill in frustration, his tone fierce. "We've only just set off! I'm so unwilling to give up! If it weren't for this sudden, strange ocean current, we might have sailed another hundred nautical miles."

"What do you mean, sir?" Jack asked, confused. "Young master, could you explain this to me?"

Little Robert explained patiently, "The Ironclad Warrior's propulsion system is too old; it can't outrun modern ships in this kind of ocean current."

Jack countered, "Are these kinds of ocean currents common?"

Little Robert shook his head. "Very rare, extremely rare. The ocean isn't like the sky, unpredictable. All ocean currents have their own destinations. It's impossible for a current to suddenly change direction one year, damn it."

Before the words had even finished --

--Splashes of water erupted from the observation window.

The entire Ironclad Warrior was squeezed and deformed by the sudden surge of water, and the keel frame shook and creaked in pain.

The artisans and soldiers still racing against time on deck fell and hurt their buttocks.

As they scrambled to their feet, they grabbed the ropes of the fence, craned their necks, and peered out. Then came a deathly silence, and an eerie, soft light illuminated the soldiers' faces.

In the midst of the originally pitch-black storm, three more ships appeared around the Ironclad Warrior.

--To be specific, it appeared out of thin air!

The radio from the communications station crackled with questions, a stern interrogation directed at Jim Tang Ning.

It was when the staff officer was on the verge of madness, his voice trembling as he forced himself to remain rational as he questioned him.

"What are those ships?"

Looking out through the circular observation window, Jim could only make out two warships about eighty meters away.

"It was Royal Oak, sunk by the Germany submarine U-47 in Scapa Flow on October 14, 1939."

"And the HMS Hood, which was sunk by the Germany Bismarck on May 24, 1941."

Jim was running around the cabin.

He wanted to run to the other porthole to get a clear look at the last warship.

"Also, the battleship Barham was sunk by the U-331 submarine in the Mediterranean."

Staff Officer: "You mean these are ghost ships?"

"Bullshit! These are Heroic Spirit Ships!" Before Jim could finish cursing, a dark shadow appeared in the waters less than fifty meters from the Ironclad Warrior.

A massive, rusty ship emerged from the waves.

The three finally saw how these ships appeared on the sea.

The turrets, command post, and bridge were covered in coral, and were now completely covered with lush green barbs.

If you look closely with a telescope, you can see fish jumping around in the satellite dish on the ship.

As the steel and ocean currents crashed together, sending water columns tens of meters high, the water hadn't yet settled; small eddies created by the underwater cavities were still visible. After these eddies completely dissipated—

Jim switched the walkie-talkie to the public channel, instructing the staff to transmit the communication signal to the new generation of young men on the frigate.

"The last ghost ship you see on your radar is the King George V class Prince of Wales battleship. My crew served on that ship, and we traveled to the United States with Churchill to sign the Atlantic Charter."

"On December 10, 1941, it became a Malaysia underwater heritage site, and today, it has traveled a long way back here."

"Now! Who is the United Kingdom?"

"You little rascals! The sky! It's going to clear up!"