Book of Gods and Demons

Pretending to be ill and staying behind closed doors, when Conrad returned to Hyderabad with the body full of resentment, the atmosphere in Tulum Harbor seemed to have ignited a huge bomb that could explode at any time.

Off the coast of Tulum Port, a terribly powerful naval fleet is cruising slowly and pretentiously.

Hundreds of battleships, hundreds of large cruisers and large frigates, all the gun doors of all warships were opened, revealing countless black muzzles.

These arrogant warships, as if holding a military parade at sea, lined up in a neat array, wandering around the sea slowly. This feeling is like a few bullies who are accustomed to extortion. With short knives and daggers, swinging back and forth at the door of the suffering master's house, constantly exerting mental pressure is no different.

On the headlands of Golden Fleece and Silver Bullhorn in Tulum Harbor, the blood-colored battle flags have been raised on the two new forts.

Amid the high-pitched horns, giant mortars glide slowly to the position of the gun along the rails on the ground. The well-trained artillerymen were chanting, using a special pulley crane to load a heavy and unusual shell into the barrel.

There was also a large-caliber fort cannon poking out of the fort, and condescendingly locked the fleet in the distance.

But the fleet on the open sea was very cunning, and it just got stuck outside the maximum range of all the heavy artillery in the turret.

On the two large forts, there are senior technical officers holding various instruments, constantly measuring the distance and speed of the offshore fleet, as well as today's wind speed, wind direction, and so on.

The chief officers of the two battery turrets had already unconsciously oozing sweat on their foreheads. They were lying on the large binoculars, watching every move of the powerful and terrifying fleet.

The two new forts in Tulum Port are condescending and undoubtedly have a huge advantage in range.

In terms of caliber, the mortars with the largest caliber of the two new battery turrets reached a staggering eight hundred millimetres...Such a giant gun, let alone a shot, can be fatal to those large battleships even if it falls into the water near the battleship. Kill.

However, compared with the fleet on the open sea, the two new forts are completely at a disadvantage in terms of the number of artillery and the rate of fire.

There are hundreds of battleships alone, and each battleship has hundreds of guns.

Moreover, the rate of fire of the small-caliber naval guns is at least ten times that of these large-caliber fortress guns, and twenty or even thirty times that of the super-giant-caliber mortars...

With the tyrannical force of this fleet, if the other party rushes to Tulum Port at any cost... the two new forts will not stop each other at all.

Once the opponent's battleships penetrated the inland waters of the port of Tulum, they launched shelling at the fort from behind... Ha ha...

Of course, there is also a squadron of the Imperial Navy stationed in the Port of Tulum...

But no one took that squadron seriously.

Just a few tattered old-style battleships, the Tulum Port Squadron in front of the fleet in the open sea, is a purely beaten up child, and they will be blown up and fed in one round of firefight.

In the eastern outskirts of Tulum Harbour.

In a hilly area full of cash crops of various colors, olives, grapes, figs, etc., an army in dark gray uniforms has formed a salvo array.

The number of this army is about the size of two brigades, which is about 11,000.

A military flag was waving in the wind, and in front of a long salvo array, a military band of a hundred people beat the drums, making a neat, dense, heart-pounding drum sound.

In the south of this army, about half a mile away, solid logs and steel components built a solid viewing platform. The long viewing platform was filled with dignitaries and foreign consuls from Tulum Port, as well as the commander-adjutant Dexth of the ice kingdom's home fleet and several naval observers.

Hessian, dressed in costume, stood at the forefront of the viewing platform with a big cigar in his mouth, grinning.

In front of him is a small square table with a few contracts on it.

Opposite him was Barbaria, a burly, hairy man.

The two of them stared at each other with fire-breathing eyes across the small square table. Hessian was still very calm and steady, while Barbaria's forehead was bulging with blue veins, his nostrils were enlarged, and he exhaled heat with a sigh of heat, which was possible at any time. Jump over the small square table to beat Hessian's posture.

Rafah, the Third Holy Inquisition of the Holy Inquisition of the Golden Oak Church, as well as several senior clergy, as well as the Consul General of the Ice Sea Kingdom, the Gaul Republic, the Kingdom of Holy Xia, and the United Kingdom of Nice in Port Tulum, stood in the small At the side of the square table, carefully examining the contract on the square table.

Previously, at the Port Tulum Club, Hesse, the Duke of Ross, and Dex had fallen apart.

Hessian arrogantly provoke Dexth and wants the navy of the Ice Sea Kingdom to land and fight to the death with the imperial army.

Dexth withdrew from this proposal...without a doubt.

But Barbaria took the initiative to jump out and accepted Hessian's provocation.

"Then, the Duke of Hessen's bet is 100 million gold marks... and the Duke of Barbaria is betting with a large iron ore in the western part of the Principality of Portland, near the border of the empire."

Rafa's voice resounded throughout the viewing platform: "Dren Empire, 11,000 soldiers, decisive battle... The wing cavalry of the three brigades of the Portland Principality."

"Please review the duel contract. If you have no opinion, then... please sign and use your seal."

On the viewing platform, Friedrich and Lucien, as well as a group of Friedrich's staff were also present.

Surrounded by his staff, Friedrich lowered his voice and complained to Lucien with extreme annoyance: "Dear Lucien, this feeling is very bad, very bad."

"There is nothing about the navy at all, and it has nothing to do with the navy."

"Damn...they, they have dispatched such a powerful fleet...and, this is only part of their fleet...and we can only sit here and watch...a war is imminent, and we, what? I can't do it."

Lucien spread his hands helplessly: "This is the status quo of the Imperial Navy, Your Highness. But, aren't we here in Tulum Port to change this helpless fact? Everything will be fine, everything will be fine. of."

"There will be new warships; there will be more warships; this is just a question of funding."

"The Marine Corps we formed has already recruited enough soldiers. As long as they complete their training, and as long as they have sufficient combat effectiveness, they can occupy more colonies and plunder more wealth for us."

"The colony... wealth... battleship... this will be a perfect resource cycle."

Lucien reassures Frederick: "Now, it's just the pain before childbirth, just the darkness before dawn."

Friedrich pursed his lips, and secretly looked at Tifa, who was sitting not far away and was playing with the small hammer.

Damn it...

If you can hook up with Tifa, the assets of the Rittal family are enough to build a new fleet that is not weak.

Of course, Frederick already has a wife, and calculated blood relationship, his wife is still Barbaria's niece who is signing a gambling agreement with Hesse.

But... Friedrich didn't like the wife who came from the Lucian royal family and was as domineering and barbaric as the Lucian Empire.

He admired Tifa more, who was knowledgeable and temperamental, and was born and bred in the Durham Empire...More importantly, there is a native beauty who is a big, rich man and a daddy!

"The darkness before dawn...ah, it's really helpless." Friedrich sighed, "Guess who will win?"

Lucien chuckled softly.

"It doesn't matter who wins. This gambling battle is just a prelude to the war... The Duke of Ross and the Duke of Hessian want to show off their strength. And Barbaria, he seems to have the same idea."

"This is just a little bit of fun before the war, it doesn't matter who wins."

Lucien’s smile became weird: "However, you will be very happy with the news from the imperial capital... Magnum has been imprisoned, and his arrogant mother has done something very indecent. thing."

Friedrich's eyes lit up suddenly.

"Oh? Tell me more about it, my dear brother, ha ha, what did he do to anger and resentment?"

Tifa played with the small magic mallet. Liya was sitting next to her, pinching Vima's ear with her hand: "Vima, sit down, it's not peaceful today. Don't look at the guys nearby who are all respectful, inside, There are not many good people."

After teaching Weima a few words, Liya turned around ~www.ltnovel.com~ and asked a gloomy middle-aged man behind her with a very weak sense of existence: "Then, the gambling organized by the distinguished consuls, I am going to Have you pledged all the funds?"

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, his voice was like a mosquito humming, only Liya and Tifa could barely hear him.

"Yes, the mistress... the total bet is 200 million gold marks, cut into one hundred and twenty-seven, and one hundred and twenty-seven have nothing to do with us. If we bet, according to the current The odds, deducting the 100 million gold mark that the owner lost, our final profit can be around 230 million.

Liya nodded lightly, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"Find a way to get the list of bets...We can bet ourselves to lose, but those big and small families in Port Tulum, if they secretly bet we lose, we will find a way to concoct them one by one."

Tifa's eyes widened, and he looked at his mother in amazement.

"What are you talking about?"

Liya smiled, leaned to Tifa's ear, and muttered softly: "Ah, dear Tifa, of course...this gambling battle will be ugly to lose."

"Originally, I had already prepared to take the 100 million golden mark away."

"But since these bad-hearted foreigners have opened such a gambling game with their national bank endorsement, let's play with them!"

Tifa lowered his voice: "We, will lose?"

Liya squinted her eyes: "I'm not going to win this round...Look at the soldiers. Most of them are serious prisoners who just got out of prison... Do you think it's possible to win?"

Tifa was stunned.

She took a deep look at her mother...There are so many twists and turns hidden in it?