Chapter 355: The death prelude that rang out!

Rumble—

Countless sand and stones entered the sea, and the roaring waves rushed to the sky.

The chain reaction of the sinking of God Valley had not yet completely dissipated, and one large ship after another galloped out from the ruins of God Valley, filled to the brim with items salvaged from the nearby sea area.

Not only various rare treasures, but also countless people who had luckily escaped the sinking by clinging to rafts.

Woo woo woo—

The sound of steam whistles echoed on the sea.

Rolling black smoke poured out of the engine rooms, and the very deep draft meant that even with the engine rooms running at full power, it seemed a bit strenuous; under overload operation, much of the fuel could not be completely burned and released.

On the ship decks.

A large number of troops were standing guard, their tense faces unable to hide their fatigue.

Uniforms were standardized.

Armor was complete.

At a glance, they were not comparable to the motley pirates.

The overall uniforms were somewhat similar to the Navy, but there were slight differences in the details, highlighting the distinction between the two.

It was precisely the Army attire, rare on the sea but common on the Red Line.

"Sigh, this is too tiring, isn't it? Ship after ship, when will this be transported to? Is there no end to it?"

"Hey, be content! At least we are still alive; those damn pirates insisted on seeking death by charging into the forbidden area of God Valley, and they fought, but ended up sinking the entire continent, causing countless casualties; it was truly too ruthless..."

"..."

When the two soldiers, one tall and one short, were standing guard with weapons, although they were yawning and quite tired, their enthusiasm for chatting and slacking off was not diminished at all.

The thick dark circles on their faces and the lingering horror showed their previous exhaustion.

God Valley sank, and the pirates just wiped their butts and left, but for the World Government, it was not an easy matter, especially for the Army, Navy, and Air Force, who had originally gathered to surround the people, and in minutes became a transport team, salvaging the sunken area one after another under the leadership of Vice Admirals.

There were also those who luckily escaped the disaster, who were rescued and boarded the ships; they were also a bit of combat power, and they were packed onto ships wave after wave; not only the people below, but even the various Emperor-level powerhouses, Admirals, and high-level officials could not stay idle, let alone leave in advance.

Escorting!

To guard against the 'audacious' pirate raids, all Emperor-level powerhouses had to be responsible for the ship escort work; some were treasures salvaged from the ruins of God Valley, and some were important figures rescued from within.

All were precious beyond compare and could not afford any mistakes.

The ships could be temporarily escorted by Vice Admirals, but every line of battleships absolutely had an Admiral on board to suppress the battlefield, maintain the safety of the fleet, and be able to receive support at any time.

It can be said that in order to cope with the impact of the remnants of the Rocks Pirates, they had pushed their vigilance to the extreme.

"Fortunately..."

"We are lucky; the ship under our feet is a warship!"

The short one looked relieved.

A warship is the main ship of the fleet, and it is absolutely safe with an Admiral suppressing it.

"Eh? Why did you stop talking? Speak up, Old John?"

The short one poked the elbow of the old soldier beside him.

The middle-aged man called Old John had a stiff face at this moment, forcing the corners of his mouth to pull up, revealing a smile uglier than crying.

"Mo... Lord Mo Ansi..."

Just when the two of them were chatting.

A short, thin, old man with a somewhat aged face slowly walked out of the cabin.

Who else could it be but the supreme commander of this operation—Army Admiral, Ten Thousand Smokes Mo Ansi?

"My... Lord..." ===== CHAPTER 357 =====