Chapter Eighteen: Men Must Be Cruel to Themselves

  This "Plane Projection Shard" based on the Battle of Coryza, with a low-quality crystal ball as its medium, Musa-Mein didn't know how many times he had entered.

  Under the guidance of Musa-Mein, who was familiar with the road, Ma Long and his party safely passed through the lower corridor and arrived at the third cabin of the Isumenas Valkyrie.

  The third layer cabin, which already belongs to the middle cabin of the Isumenas Valkyrie, is a military airship that executes far higher sealing specifications than civilian airships. After squeezing in a large number of combat personnel and combat materials, the internal air can be completely described as dirty.

  However, thinking of the deck outside, Marlon found that the smell of blood and internal organs rushing into his nostrils was still more acceptable than these foul airs.

  The great war between airships continued unabated, with the muffled roar of compressed air being ejected from the thunderous cannons ringing in their ears.

  The third hold of the Yamato, which was also occasionally hit by intense Allied gunfire, and innumerable Heermann soldiers were frantically running around in the middle passage of the third hold to extinguish the large fire caused by the hit and to seal off the holds destroyed by the Allied gunfire.

  At regular intervals, one or two men who were clearly high-ranking officers would appear, shouting orders or commands in a dialect of the Black Speech that Marlon couldn't understand, directing larger numbers of ordinary Black Speech soldiers to put out fires, block doors, and rescue the dead and wounded.

  But these Khartoum law enforcement officers, upon seeing Marlon and Musa, all hastily stepped aside after saluting.

  At most, after Ma Long and Musa walked by, these officers would turn their heads to take a glance at the red-dressed beauty Alice, who was following behind Ma Long with a blood-stained dog-leg knife.

  "The Black Iron Army has a strict hierarchy, and the military ranks of the two people we are attached to are high enough that no one in this third layer can give orders."

  Musa-Mein, who was walking in front, finally spoke up and explained something, then he stopped his advancing footsteps.

  "We've arrived, the tiered sealed door leading to the fourth layer of the captain's quarters." Mussa-Mein stopped in her tracks and turned back to continue, "It's hard to turn, so it needs at least two people working together to open it."

  Ma Long nodded and walked forward, imitating Musa's movements with both hands, grabbing the valve wheel on the sealed door with a diameter of over one meter.

  It turned out that the power of the Helios officer possessed by Ma Long was far beyond his expectations, and he easily joined forces with Musa to turn the stubborn valve.

  But as Musa-Meyn said, the design of this sealed door is not scientific enough. Although it looks very new, it's actually quite inconvenient to open.

  However, thinking about the word "sealed" in the phrase "sealed door", Ma Long was relieved - if it couldn't achieve a sufficient sealing effect, what would be the point of its existence?

  Thinking so, Ma Long was the first to pass through the sealed door that had opened a slit.

  "We need to hurry, soon the fourth deck will be hit by heavy cannon fire one after another, and the freezing effect attached to those shells will create a triple ice wall that blocks the way to the captain's room."

  Musa-Mein, who followed afterwards, was like a prophet and said everything that might happen next.

  These words made Ma Long suddenly quicken his pace down the stairs, but at this moment the steel wall beside him suddenly - burst open with a loud bang!

  Immediately following the deafening explosion were countless sharp gusts of wind, and a bitter cold that quickly dropped the temperature to freezing point.

  Ma Long had no time to react and figure out what was happening before he fell into endless darkness.

  When his vision recovered, Ma Long found himself in a place that was no longer inside the Ismena Female Warrior Goddess, but on a battlefield where countless people were queuing up to shoot each other.

  Two meters away from Malon, there was a completely destroyed Lorain National Defense Army steam tank. A Lorraine soldier, who was either the vehicle commander or gunner, hung upside down between the inclined triple-barreled main cannon and the left track. His upper body had been charred beyond recognition.

  With a loud crash, Musa-Meyn emerged from the large pile of still-burning steel wreckage next to the steam tank, his body over 80% burned.

  Stumbling out of the burning steel ruins, Musa-Mein coolly pulled out a magic crystal pistol and blew his own brains out.

  Then Moussa, who had blown his own head off, got back up again.

  Looking at Musa, who stood up again with a blank expression, Ma Long really wanted to make some sarcastic remarks, such as: Indeed, men have to be tough on themselves...

  Musa-Mein, who can be so ruthless to himself, how much more ruthless will he be to others?

  "Is that strange?" Probably because Malong's facial expression was too reactive to psychological activities, Musa-Mayn looked at Malong with a weird expression.

  So, Musa-Mein said the reason he could be so cruel to himself: "Actually, if you were like me, entering this plane of existence 379 times, then dying 9866 times... now it's 9867 times... you would also get used to doing such things. After all, this is just a fake death without any pain, and you can come back to life after a short while, not real death."

  This reason is perfect and cruel at the same time.

  "Is the humanoid mage familiar you summoned dead?"

  Musa-Mein continued to ask, seemingly treating "Alice" as a human-shaped summoning familiar of the mage.

  Ma Long nodded.

  When "Alice" existed, Marlon could clearly feel the spiritual connection between him and Alice, so he could command Alice to follow closely behind him as a guard, but now... this spiritual connection has disappeared.

  It's likely that Alice also died in the explosion just now, and according to the rules of this "plane projection fragment" created by Musa-Mein, it seems that Alice, as a spirit crystal servant, is not an object that can be automatically revived.

  Use that spiritual mantra again to create another "Alice"?

  Ma Long did think about it, but unfortunately, just as he had the idea of recreating the Spirit Crystal Slave Elise, a sharp headache suddenly struck him...

  Musa-Meer's interest in Alice seemed to be limited to asking if she was still alive, because after Marlon nodded his next question became: "Where is the gun?"

  That Mado Crystal Gun capable of killing a god and allowing one to leave this world has been held by Alice from start to finish.

  "I don't know, probably still on it."

  Ma Long raised his head and looked at the sky, where he was still surrounded by at least thirty or forty floating boats. Although it was being bombed with thick smoke rolling in, the super-large floating boat Ismenas Valkyrie was still standing tall and counterattacking.

  When that explosion occurred, Alice should still have been inside the sealed door, so the crystal pistol was almost certainly left on top.

  "Ah, I see." Musa-Mein also looked up at the sky and then sat down with a thud against the destroyed steam tank: "Well, there's nothing we can do about it now. All we can do is sit here and wait for the Isuemenas Valkyrie to fall from the sky. It's just as well, during this time I can tell you some things about the principles of plane projection fragments without worrying that any other untrustworthy people will know."

  Ma Long opened his mouth, just wanting to ask something, when a sinful enhanced large-caliber rocket-propelled grenade... whizzed by.

  BOOM!!!!!!!

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  Hmm, there will be another update at 12 midnight tonight.