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A poor ghost who was unwilling to die and was betrayed?

Or did Star Maria not die at all after being baptized by the Kingdom of God, and her heart was still beating powerfully against her chest, pumping vigorous vitality into her slender and agile body that once fascinated the entire Third Reich?

Chapter 541: The Ghost from Guixu

"Perhaps we haven't had time to build a foundation of mutual trust, but it's safe on this ship, and we'll try our best to meet all reasonable requests. Professor Mans told us that you've wanted to escape from the Far North more than once. I can provide you with a passport, money, and transportation. You can go wherever you want and do whatever you want. There's only one prerequisite, and that is, you must answer any questions I ask truthfully." Nono sat upright, her back straight, her dark red hair draped softly over her shoulders, "Do you think this deal is fair, Miss Regis?"

"Of course it's fair. This is what I've always dreamed of." Ridgelife nodded. "I want non-consecutive US dollars, British pounds and RMB, and passports from China, the United States and Denmark. I don't need any means of transportation. Even if you give me a helicopter, I won't fly it."

On Vincent's icebreaker, the saint was not something that people feared. From a very young age, Reggie Leif felt that the old monster, who was so old that his teeth had all fallen out, looked at her like an old wolf with green eyes staring at a lamb in a pen.

Fortunately, even among so many sisters, Regis was the most special one. Every girl born from the genes of Star Maria on the Yamal had her coming-of-age ceremony presided over by Vincent himself, but this dirty trick was finally stopped in time when it was about to befall Regis.

The dark kings who covet the kingdom of God don't care how sinister and dirty Vincent is, but Regis, who carries the gene of God in her body, must remain pure.

Rigidrev used her life as a threat to get a week's vacation from the Far North every year. No matter what she did during this week, Vincent could not control her. She spent five years to confuse the spies planted by the Far North. Every Christmas, Rigidrev would drink, relax, and take a sauna in a small house on the ice lake in the nearby port city when the Yamal docked.

In fact, as a member of the Far North, even Vincent's confidants had a hard time returning to shore. The prosperity of the city and the incomparable comfort on the ship made them linger, so the soldiers' vigilance was decreasing year by year. Until this year, Vincent allowed Regirev to land on Iceland on the first day of the new year, and she was guarded by a pair of twins who also had the genes of Star Maria.

At first, Regislove only moved around them, but as the two girls' vigilance was completely eliminated, she dived into the lake through a round hole she had chiseled in the ice. Relying on her superior bloodline, she held her breath for half an hour and drilled out from another crack in the ice, completely escaping from the control of the Far North.

But this girl was penniless. Even with Professor Mance's help in forging her identity, she still had a very hard time in this sparsely populated country, and was at risk of being found by the Far North at any time. This situation finally came to an end until she was found by Nono.

"The information we have received is that Miss Maria passed away many years ago." Nono supported her chin with her hand and stared into Reggie Reeves' eyes across the dining table. It was probably an illusion, but her cheeks seemed to be fuller during this period, and her body had a more intellectual beauty. Sitting under the chandelier, she looked graceful, dignified and elegant, which made people feel a sense of trust for no reason.

Nono's profiling ability allows her to judge whether a person is lying by staring into his or her eyes, which is somewhat similar to Zero's Word Mirror Pupils.

"But I guess your information about the Prince Gauguin didn't come from Vincent, right?" Nono said, sipping mulled red wine, his posture reminiscent of a swan drinking water on the Rhine.

A hint of hesitation flashed across Rigidrev's face. She looked at Nono, then at Constantine, as if she was struggling in her heart.

Just when she finally made up her mind, a shrill alarm suddenly sounded, and the yellow lights hanging high on each cabin door rotated and lit up.

The next moment, everyone at the table lit up their golden eyes. The chandelier above their heads, which served more to create atmosphere than to provide illumination, lit up the folds of the tablecloth that could not be illuminated by the dim light, but were all lit up by those burning pupils, like a golden river of fire flowing slowly along the tabletop.

Only Constantine, the boy seemed to be frightened and stood at the table with a dazed expression. Rigidlife hesitated for a moment, then reached out and patted his head.

The alarm sounded in every cabin on the Imer. At the same time, all the densely packed specially installed positioning lights on the deck were turned on. Those lights were extremely powerful and could be seen from dozens of kilometers away in the depths of the polar night, like pillars of fire rising from the dark sea.

Logically speaking, the Yamal, which was dozens of nautical miles away, would also realize that it was being followed by another large ship capable of breaking through several meters thick ice, but Su Enxi had taken the current situation into consideration when she participated in shooting at the icebreaker.

The alarm was sounded on the entire ship, and dangerous yellow lights were flashing everywhere from the captain's room to the sailor's room and to the deck. There was only one possibility in this endless ice sea, that is, the Far North had determined the purpose of the Imer through counter-reconnaissance and launched an attack!

The lighting of those positioning lights did not mean a declaration of war, but rather informed the 1155-type Dreadnought I-class missile destroyers and the 1155.1-type Dreadnought II-class missile destroyers of the Northern Fleet following further behind that, regardless of whether it was boarding or an exchange of fire, the Imer would have completed its mission as long as it held out until reinforcements arrived.

A moment later, a group of maids in long skirts rushed out from the shadows of the restaurant. They were divided into several small teams, and each team had a separate leader. In this way, when engaging in an encounter, even if a leader died, the team could be quickly reorganized and continue to fight efficiently.

The young and beautiful girls pulled out oversized caliber short-barreled shotguns and revolvers from under their flying skirts, and quickly formed an airtight defensive formation to surround Nono and his group and evacuate to deeper parts of the cabin, but Nono reached out to stop their actions.

Everyone on the Imer, including the chief chef, is part of the battle sequence, and weapons are always within their reach. If the Far North were to approach with a small boat and engage in boarding combat, it would be difficult to say who is the hunter and who is the prey.

The cursor of the Yamal on the navigation chart was still moving slowly across the North Sea dozens of miles away from here. Nono really couldn't imagine what could have caused this big ship to sound an alarm to them like crazy.

"Everyone in all departments, please find the nearest object or bracket to secure it with belts. We are facing an attack!" The cold and fast-spoken German echoed in the cabin of the Imer. Nono knew the owner of this voice. That guy was the first mate of this ship. He had served in the KSK before retiring. Although he was not a mixed-blood, his physical fitness and combat skills were not inferior to those of the executive department's commissioners. His experience in carrying out dangerous missions even surpassed that of the executive officers of Kassel Academy.

Then, the ceiling on the wall side of the restaurant started to tick, and a smooth screen slowly lowered, with a beam of light shining on the screen. Everything that was happening on the deck and on the sea in the distance appeared in front of Nono.

Waves suddenly appeared on the sea surface right in front of us, and large pieces of sea ice rose and fell with the waves, like endless white silk spread out under the sky of the Arctic Ocean.

The waves grew bigger and bigger, and the ice floes became taller and taller, until finally they looked like a silver line hidden in the sea fog. That line was a vast mass of cavalry charging forward with roars.

On the deck, dozens of crew members as strong as polar bears wearing protective clothing were dragging chains with tools and moving forward in the blizzard. They looked into the distance and shouted at each other in German, French and Russian to secure all the unsecured objects on the deck. The towering cranes like the skeletons of giants were folded up, reflecting the cold light under the fierce positioning lights.

Nuonuo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Was it just an ice storm? Although it came a little suddenly, it seemed to be a normal climate phenomenon in such a high latitude area.

She stared at the ice storm getting closer and closer on the display screen, silently counting the time until the battle between this super icebreaker powered by two nuclear reactors and this natural disaster would come, but suddenly a huge sense of horror swept over her body as if she were immersed in ice water.

Something huge was rushing towards the Imer fiercely from the depths of the sea fog and ice floes, cutting through the waves. It was surrounded by a terrifying storm, and the ice floes were separated to both sides.

The thing was hidden in the thick fog. Its huge shadow resembled an ancient Basilosaur that broke through the sea and glided on the ice, but it was much larger and heavier than the Basilosaur. Several xenon light spots shot from the deck of the Imer fell on that area. The shadow behind the fog was as high as a wall reaching the sky.

Whatever that thing was, it was heading towards the Imer. Judging from its size, it seemed to be even more formidable than this behemoth with a displacement of over 15,000 tons.

The first mate in the steering gear room was using all his life's knowledge to turn the Imer into a light sea motorcycle. The ship suddenly accelerated, smashed the ice in front of it, and tilted at a precarious angle. The sound of metal fatigue approaching its limit rang out on the tilted inner side of the hull, dense and sharp, making one's teeth ache.

A moment later, the shadow in the sea fog rushed out at a speed far faster than the ice storm. In fact, the first thing that penetrated the fog was a huge yellow lamp, and then a deafening whistle sounded, and a skyscraper-like figure rushed out from the depths of the fog!

That's a ship!

A huge black and red ship!

Its hull was extremely broad, with thick smoke rising from the folded tower crane on the deck. However, the bow was covered with scars as if it had been bitten hard by a terrifying beast, and the cabin flashing with electric sparks was exposed under the hideous gap.

The ship staggered like a mad drunkard but rushed forward fearlessly, and the yellow gas lights enveloped the Imayer.

The knife-like gale tore through the completely white ice covering the side of the ship, revealing frost-covered patterns under the ice. At this moment, everyone's face showed a look of horror.

Below that is a paint job that is almost fading. Under a huge red five-pointed star with a yellow border stands a crossed hammer and sickle with a yellow background, and next to it are a few English letters painted in white.

"YAMAL"

"How is it possible! That's the Yamal!" Selma was stunned, and her knuckles turned slightly white from gripping the fixed tabletop beside her.

Ridgelife gritted her teeth and said, "No!"

She said: "Although the appearance is almost identical, the Yamal's paint job is not like this!"

Nono looked to the side and saw on the track map that the green cursor of the Yamal was still moving towards the Arctic Circle at an almost uniform speed, which meant that Professor Mans was still sending them signals and coordinates through secret means.

The ship that hit them was like a black iron wall, but the radar did not detect it in advance. It was the watchtower that discovered it. The man in charge of alert saw the mountain-like shadow in the ice storm and was so scared that his legs went weak. He immediately notified the first mate and the captain.

"Do you know Yamal's communication channel?" Nono looked at Reggie Reeve. At this moment, the girl actually showed a calmness that even the most senior executive specialists would find difficult to possess.

When Su Enxi handed the Imaier to Nuonuo, she told her that the boss had referred to the movie Titanic when designing this ship. If they encountered an iceberg of the same level, it would be the other ship that would be smashed, not the Imaier. But now they were not encountering an iceberg, but a high wall forged by steel. In this case, the collision would inevitably result in losses for both sides.

This shows that Nono's calmness is precious.

Rigid Reeves was stunned for a moment. Although she didn't know why she was asking such a question at this time, she still nodded.

"Go to the captain's cabin, cancel silent sailing, and turn on the satellite communication for me." Nono coldly gave orders to the captain of a maid team. She was a nun wearing a nun's uniform. She was born in Afghanistan and was a devout Catholic. Her weapon was the extremely violent Remington.

"You, go and help him access that communication channel." Almost instantly, Nono established the image of a leader in front of Regislove with a stern look, and then she looked at Constantine who was looking at her with a calm gaze.

Nono reached out and hugged him, "It's up to you." She said, and rubbed Constantine's head like she was rubbing a cat. The boy grinned, revealing his white teeth, and a delicate smile appeared on his face.

"Yeah." Constantine nodded.

All of Imael's self-rescue efforts had failed. The first mate who was still in the steering gear room could only turn Imael 90 degrees when the opposite icebreaker hit it, so that the side where the airtight compartment, watertight compartment and sailor's cabin were located would be hit.

Now the only one who can stop this from happening is God.

It just so happens that there is a god next to them.

Constantine, the Lord of Bronze and Fire.

All the metals in the world must prostrate themselves before him.

Chapter 542: Bronze King, Constantine

The danger alarm sounded across the entire Imer. After a moment, the rotating yellow light went out completely and was replaced by a red light that flashed wildly along the corner of the wall. The red light flashed ten times faster than the yellow light.

A sharp sound of metal deforming that made her teeth ache sounded beside Nuonuo. She didn't even have time to turn her head to look before she felt a sharp gust of wind passing by her.

As the alarm lights flashed, the walls and tabletops were illuminated in blood red. Constantine, who was surrounded by maids just now, had disappeared. Only a dent of more than ten centimeters and spider-web-like cracks extending out on the metal splicing panel were left.

Many people often ignore Constantine because of his handsome appearance, but in fact, this quiet and taciturn boy is the real monster on this ship.

Nuonuo carefully protected her lower abdomen with her arms, frowned slightly, and looked up at the display screen that could directly broadcast the live situation on the deck.

But before he could see what was happening outside, the flashing red lights suddenly went out, and then the alarm stopped abruptly.

After a suffocating second of silence, the entire ship shook violently. The restaurant was so dark that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. At the same time, the sound of bullets being loaded could be heard all around. At least three plump bodies approached Nuonuo from different directions and completely protected her in the middle.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Su Enxi, who claimed to be serving the boss and provided any form of assistance to Lu Mingfei, undoubtedly set Nuonuo as the first target of protection in her actions.

Those girls with amazing figures, firm breasts and hips used their bodies as a barrier, and when necessary, they served as Nono's buffer layer.

A few seconds later, the emergency lights came on and a German man's angry curse was heard over the ship's radio.

"Please don't worry, Miss Chen, it's just a circuit failure caused by the impact on the hull. It will be repaired soon." One of the girls who was sticking close to Nono looked around vigilantly.

Few people on this ship know that their real mission is different from those of retired special forces and mercenaries.

The maid team is only responsible for Nono.

The employer's requirement was that even if everyone on the ship died, Chen Motong must be sent back to shore intact. To this end, they paid enough wages for the maids' families to live and work in peace for decades, and also purchased high insurance for each person.

"Give priority to ensuring the power output of the monitoring system. I want to see what is happening outside." Nuo Nuo tilted her head slightly to take off the silver four-leaf clover earrings on her earlobes and put the two pendants close to her body.

Less than 30 seconds after she finished speaking, the display screen flashed and the signal was restored, and everyone raised their heads to look over there.

The bright white light fell on everyone's face, illuminating their expressions of shock and astonishment.

The floating ice pushed by the ice storm was like a four-meter-high wave, rushing towards them at a speed faster than that of the iron ship. The moment they came into contact with the Imael, it was like a mudslide from a whole mountain, and then slammed hard into the side of the ship. The hull, which had already been turned 45 degrees by the steering gear room, immediately shook and tilted. The heroes on the deck who were insulting each other had to huddle together like sardines and fasten themselves with chains and ropes to avoid falling into the icy sea with the containers and carts that had not yet been locked.

The turbulent snow and wind in the polar night had already pulled the Imer in like a giant tentacle. The shadow of the iron ship that was madly crashing towards it from afar was getting bigger and bigger, and under the illumination of the xenon lamps, it looked like a fallen mountain.

"Oh God..." the head maid murmured in a low voice, but Aki Sakutoku gave her a cold look and said, "Don't pray to God. Who knows if that thing really comes, whether it will be an enemy or a friend."

"If we are hit head-on by something like that at this speed, we will be shattered..." Selma said softly.

Nono shook his head. "We won't be shattered, and we may not even be injured, but the part of the hull that is hit will collapse, and all the watertight compartments will be destroyed. In less than 30 minutes, the ship will sink completely. The nearest cruiser is 50 nautical miles away. Even if everyone here is a strong hybrid, no one can hold on in the sea water in the storm until rescue arrives. Even if they can hold on by chance, the subsequent search and rescue work will be an almost impossible task."

"There are lifeboats on board," the head maid said, "large enough to accommodate all of you."

Even when the Imael was designed and built, no one had anticipated that such a situation would occur. Even if they encountered the same iceberg that the Titanic encountered, they would be safe and sound. But what they faced was a 20,000-ton metal mountain.

Given the aforementioned reasons, although lifeboats were indeed equipped, they were definitely not enough to accommodate everyone on board, and if they chose to abandon ship in such a place, their hope of survival would be very slim.

"It's not time to abandon ship and escape." Nono glanced at the head maid. She was surprised that this woman did not reserve any space on the boat for her and her teammates when she made the escape plan.

In addition, what Nono was really worried about was not the collision from the Yamal ship on the opposite side, but its nuclear reactor.

Judging from the appearance of the ship opposite, it had probably encountered an attack before entering this ice storm. The bow of the icebreaker, which is the hardest part and used to crash into icebergs, had almost its entire metal outer layer stripped off. The side glass of almost every outer cabin under the deck had burst, and it seemed as if ghosts and evil spirits were hiding in the dark windows and peeking out.

If it was the Yamal, that meant it was powered by two extremely violent heavy water reactors.

The principle of this reactor is that deuterium and tritium react to generate huge amounts of heat energy, which is then used to generate water vapor through a device to drive a generator. The Tokamaco device, which is used to ensure the safe operation of the reactor, can provide power for the Yamal for dozens or even hundreds of years.

But what if the heat exchange core of the Tokamaco device was damaged in the impact? Or if it was originally damaged and only maintained a simple and fragile balance, the heat exchange balance completely collapsed during the impact, and the two nuclear reactors would be overloaded in a few minutes, and the values ​​would soar to a level high enough to trigger a level 5 nuclear accident, followed by an explosion.

In other words, that thing might not only be a mountain that could crush Yamal, but also a nuclear bomb of unknown power.

"All crew members, please be prepared for impact!" The first mate's voice rang out in the cabin again. In fact, without his reminder, Nono could already hear the roar like a tsunami outside the cabin.