The loud and distant sound of the steam whistle echoed, as the Morning Glow Advance cut through the icy waters and quietly docked on the sea surface of Willerte, savoring the attention it received.
As the latest creation of the Perpetual Motion Pump, this counted as its maiden voyage, heading not for some harsh battlefield, but to an unexplored, unknown land.
"What is...that..."
The Vikings on the dock all paused their work, looking from afar at the Morning Glow Advance.
Its armor was covered in scars, as if returning from the battlefield. Under Lorenzo's gesture, the crew used waterproof cloth to cover Ascalon, but its massive silhouette stretched the cloth into a menacing shadow, sparking imagination.
Lorenzo stepped onto the dock, observing the somewhat dazed eyes of the Vikings. He recalled Ingwig's past; those who had witnessed Jiuxia Fleet must have worn the same expressions.
Two entirely alien civilizations collided here, with no one knowing what might happen.
