People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Vice President Wilson will explain things at the World Summit; all he needs to do is bring Mr. Ernst back.

Yes, take Mr. Ernst back.

This was something his uncle Wilson specifically instructed him to do, making it very clear: "If anything goes wrong on the trip to Iberia, you don't have to come back, but Ernst must come back."

“If Ernst doesn’t come back, then neither you nor this ship will ever return.”

The officer didn't quite understand why someone like his uncle would care so much about Ernst, even more than about this super weapon. But he was a soldier, and he just had to obey orders.

But now, when the legendary "Great Tranquility" actually appeared before him, he admitted that he was at a loss.

I can't even speak, I can't give orders, how am I supposed to get things done?

This ship can't be controlled with just a few hand gestures or glances. There are thousands of Colombian soldiers on board, responsible for various posts and distributed throughout the ship! If he were to run to relay orders, he would be exhausted to death!

Ruined.

Or should we just run?

If he doesn't rescue anyone and just orders the ship to turn around and leave, he should be able to manage. But in that case, will he be able to get back?

Even if they go back, they'll be beheaded immediately, right?

And, to be honest, can you really escape by running away?

Airships also have limitations; their speed, especially their turning speed, isn't as fast as one might imagine. Most of the time, they rely on the shields generated by the Originium Arts generator and their own firepower for defense.

But the tsunami coming from the other side clearly couldn't be stopped by shields and machine guns alone.

Gritting his teeth, the officer simply pulled out his terminal and started typing on the keyboard.

Damn it, let's go all out and fire a damn shot straight at that tsunami!

Since we can't leave, let's take this opportunity to test the power of the main gun! If what those scientists are saying is true, then they might actually have a glimmer of hope!

But just as he lowered his head and hadn't finished typing, a deafening scream suddenly rang in his ears!

"My great president!"

The officer looked up abruptly, and before he could react to what was happening, he saw this scene—the surveillance camera was completely covered in water.

Well, he didn't see anything.

But this is only temporary.

The safety device for removing the water stains activated quickly, and in just over ten seconds, everything outside was back in front of the officer.

The officer had just realized why he could make a sound again when he realized the reason.

"What's going on?"

The ocean is frozen.

To be precise, it was the portion of the ocean that had just surged toward them that froze.

The tsunami swept across the sky, freezing into a spectacular ice arch bridge, with the sea surface frozen, resembling a small island.

"The President, is this..."

The officer was speechless.

Before, he wanted to speak but couldn't; now, he wants to speak but has nothing to say.

what happened?

What happened in that short period of time, during the time he was looking down, typing, hesitating, and cleaning the camera lens?

Was it the Stutifaira? That ship's masterpiece?

It's possible. That ship has been at sea for over sixty years and still looks so intact and "normal." The officer wouldn't believe it unless it had some special abilities or hidden tricks up its sleeve.

Or perhaps it was Saint Carmen? Or those deep-sea hunters who could jump from the sky and still be perfectly fine?

They were all mysterious and seemed quite capable. Especially those deep-sea hunters, they were simply too strong. They jumped from thousands of meters in the air and landed steadily without breaking the ship's planks. They were even more superhuman than Columbia's Superman from Bluecard Dock!

I thought the movie was exaggerated enough, but it turned out to be conservative!

You can't exactly tell him it was a miracle, can you?

He's Colombian, and he doesn't believe in that stuff. If God really does have eyes, and the divine really protects people, then how could someone like his uncle Wilson become the Vice President of Colombia?

It's impossible!

However, no matter what happened, at least they seem to be safe now.

The boat below, well, although it seems to be frozen in place, seems to be fine?

Slightly relieved, the officer immediately composed himself and gave a deep, resounding order:

"Prepare to descend. This area is too dangerous. We need to get Mr. Ernst out of here quickly."

"Understood, oh dear~ [Unclear text - possibly a search term or motto]!"

Upon receiving the order, the soldiers snapped out of their daze and immediately began to operate.

But once again, after many twists and turns, before they could descend to the appropriate altitude, another exclamation rang out from inside the warship:

"Mr...Mr. President! What's going on?!"

The officer glanced at the camera reflexively, but found nothing amiss. He breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to the communications soldier who had made the strange noise, and angrily rebuked him:

"President, President, why do you call for the President every time something happens? His Excellency the President is very busy! He needs to focus his energy on the country and doesn't have time to listen to your shouting!"

"What happened? Tell me quickly—"

Before he could finish speaking, the ship's internal broadcast system was activated:

[Miriam calls for the ship above, Miriam calls for the ship above.]

[This is Agor. To reiterate, this is Agor. We are ascending. Don't panic. Hold onto whatever is nearby to avoid falling or collisions.]

The officer's voice abruptly stopped, and his face remained blank for a few seconds before he belatedly realized what had happened:

"My great president!"

"Who is this? How come we're hearing her voice on our radio? Have we been hacked? When?"

Several questions were raised in succession, but the warship remained completely silent.

No one could answer his question.

The president might be able to, but as he said, the president is very busy and needs to focus his energy on the country; he doesn't have time to listen to him yelling and shouting.

After a long pause, until the officer had collapsed to the ground, pondering how to explain to his crew that his very first mission had resulted in the ship being hacked, a soldier stepped forward and said softly:

"Um, sir, the other party is Agor. You mean Agor from the Deep Sea Hunters?"

The officer looked up, his eyes somewhat vacant.

The soldier reminded him again:

"Sir, they might be friendly forces!"

The officer's eyes glazed over for a moment, then, as if a lamp had been turned on, they shone brightly once more!

"Friendly troops, friendly troops, they're all alright now!"

"Prepare for landing, prepare for landing, we're going to meet our allies!"

He immediately gave the order, and even ran to the control panel himself to begin the descent.

He was genuinely afraid that something else might happen.

He didn't know if the ship would be damaged, but his heart really couldn't take it!

Moments later, the Preserver descended to a position close to the sea surface.

The ice provided a good place for the soldiers to land without having to carry diving equipment. Several soldiers in power armor jumped down and caught the rope ladder hanging from above, protecting the officer as he climbed down the ladder from the warship.

Then he saw a small shuttle speeding toward the Stutifira in the distance.

""

I don't know why, but when I see something that flies close to the ground without needing wheels, and even flies faster than a high-speed warship, I'm not surprised at all.

This trip has really broadened my horizons.

"Where are they?"

Ignoring the shuttle speeding past, the officer asked.

The soldier immediately pointed out the direction of the Stutifaira and very proactively reached out and picked up the officer.

Don't get me wrong, it's not entirely a privilege. Power armor has a propulsion system, which makes it move faster.

About ten minutes later, they finally climbed aboard the Stutifaira, the flagship of the Golden Fleet.

If everything had gone smoothly, they were supposed to board the ship to "escort" it after Ernst had settled things with it, and also bring the scholars along for research.

I never expected it to come in this way.

Although the two seemed to be not much different, he felt a strange sense of déjà vu, and the officer's expression became somewhat subtle.

Then he saw Ernst standing with a woman with short, light blue hair and a strange, unusual outfit.

The woman extended a very formal invitation:

"Would you like to come to my house? It's quite big."

"Moreover, I really am not married, nor do I have a secret lover."

""

BlueCut and newspapers would love this kind of subject matter, right?

Why has the famous politician Ernst remained unmarried to this day? Is this a distortion of human nature or a decline in morality? Please watch the Nth installment in the Ernst and Scherrager, Ernst and Victoria, Ernst and Rhine Life series: Ernst and Ager!

Chapter 763 Talulah: I will tell Vina!

Ernst never expected Clementine to suddenly extend such an invitation. :)

What is she plotting?

A private invitation to visit Agor? What's there to do in Agor? Want to go down and see the great white sharks baring their teeth?

Why don't I just look at Laurentina? She's "Shark," isn't she? That's what Greta sometimes calls her.

Or is there some conspiracy behind this? Clementa is setting a trap. Once I get there, the Agors will capture me and imprison me in a place deep in the ocean, a place that no instrument can detect!

But why? What reason do they have to arrest me? I'm a promoter of land-sea cooperation, aren't I?

Could it be that they've seen through my "treasure" identity?

Yes, that's certainly the most likely. Agor claims to be the eldest son of a prehistoric civilization, inheriting a large amount of prehistoric heritage. Although it seems that most of what they've come into contact with are remnants of the [Deep Blue Tree] project, it's possible that some of it also contains elements of the Originium Project. Or, perhaps some document mentions their existence.

But the problem is, even Kal'tsit didn't recognize them, how did they manage that? They weren't carrying any kind of equipment or anything like that.

Ernst was completely baffled.

As for the latter part of the sentence, such as "secret person," he took it purely as a joke.

How long have they known each other? Clementa is from Agor, a world apart from Ernst, who comes from a small landlocked country. This difference is something that Ernst's experiences from his previous life cannot compensate for.

He had never seen miniature black holes, super hunters, or underwater cities in his previous life.

Not counting what's in the movies.

The two have different values, not to mention that Clementsa is a politician of considerable skill. Ernst had seen plenty of the plot of a consul falling in love at first sight with a snow leopard in the countryside in his previous life, but this is reality.

Abandoning illusions and preparing for struggle is the right thing to do.

After a moment's thought, Ernst noticed the Colombian group approaching from the corner of his eye. He hesitated briefly before replying:

"I accept your kindness. But I'm sorry I cannot accept this invitation now."

"Whether it's private tourism or official visits, now is clearly not the right time."

He stretched out his hand, pointing to the frozen "bridge" of the ocean tides above him, where the sea creature, its claws outstretched but motionless, lay motionless. He then pointed to the golden warship beneath his feet and said earnestly,

"As you can see, I still have tasks that I must complete. And this is certainly not a suitable place to chat."

Are you worried that Haisi might launch another attack?

Clementa smiled slightly.

“Do not be afraid, Milyalyum is right beneath our feet, and this area has been cleared by Agor.”

"Even if Hai Si comes again, we can defeat him."