Chapter 1450: The Unlucky Ones_3

Bola, sitting next to Red Falcon, said that ever since they got in the car, Red Falcon had been chirping non-stop—Bola almost wanted to sew his mouth shut.

“Ah…”

Red Falcon, more or less heeding Bola’s words, stopped complaining and let out a long, low sound, as if being strangled, with only his breath endlessly escaping his throat.

The sound echoed in the carriage; the lighting was already dim, and with everyone looking tired and serious, the atmosphere became even more tense and awkward.

“Does anyone want to hear a joke?” Red Falcon suddenly said again, “I’m not complaining.”

The others ignored him, while Lorenzo across from him slowly raised his head, glanced at Red Falcon, and then turned to look out the window.

“Alright, alright.”

Red Falcon slumped down, leaning against the back of his seat, waiting for the destination to arrive.

The scenery outside gradually opened up; the steel jungle vanished, replaced by vast expanses of sea, gray-black, jagged reefs shredding the incoming waves to pieces.

“I think, I probably know who the ‘old friend’ is.”

After a long silence, Lorenzo suddenly said.

The others lifted their heads, watching Lorenzo, who continued speaking.

“We need to get across the sea, time is tight, we need a fast ship, one that can carry a lot of weapons.”

It truly was an old friend, with a hint of a smile appearing on Lorenzo’s face.

“I wonder how the repairs are coming along.”

“Not bad, although the armor and artillery haven’t been completely restored, everything else is as it was, speed unchanged.”

Merlin pushed open the door, walking over from another carriage.

“Arthur is already waiting there for us.”

“What do you plan to do, force a landing? All the way fighting from Florence to Seven Hills, that’s quite a long journey,” Lorenzo questioned, “Moreover, it lacks artillery, we might not even secure a landing point.”

“No need, it just needs to get near Florence, then other old friends will take us across.”

Merlin smiled, everything was within plan.

“Other old friends?”

Just as Lorenzo was about to inquire, a silhouette appeared on the horizon.

Familiar armor, sharp ramming horns, after repairs and maintenance by the Mechanical Institute, the Morning Glow Advance once again galloped across the sea, and this time, the numerous cannons and Ascalon on its deck were replaced by a giant nest built along the deck, reflecting something huge tightly secured onto the Morning Glow Advance.

“A temporary transformation couldn’t achieve this… since returning from the Silent Sea, have you been working on this? A plan in advance?”

Lorenzo curiously asked.

“Just a happy accident, originally we planned to use it to end the world war.”

Merlin bent down, looking with Lorenzo at the steel behemoths docked in the harbor.

“The Morning Glow Advance will charge into the White Tide Strait, with the Sailing Dawn onboard setting sail near the coast, ascending into the high air. It uses lacquered antimony as a new fuel, energy sufficient for us to float all the way to Gaulunaro’s capital and bomb it to smithereens.”

Merlin sighed, helplessly.

“Unfortunately, this time, the unfortunate one is Seven Hills.”

The Armed Iron Serpent got closer and closer, the view in front of them becoming increasingly clear. Inside the steel nest, the Sailing Dawn was docked in this narrow, mobile aerodrome, waiting for the moment to ascend into the sky.