Chapter 93

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Request for recommendations, clicks, rewards, and collections! Ahhhhh!! E4's mysterious miss, 3CV, 2CV, tried all kinds of poses, but just won't hit the boss. I think I should wash my face first, then level up all the ships to 100 before facing this guy... Although the pictures are indeed great, and I really want to lick them... Why aren't they optional ships! What the hell is that style of Mrs. Xiao's niece! I want the Abyssal ships!)

92. The Abyssal Hell

Let me say this beforehand: for the people of today, the technology of the ancients is unimaginable.

They cannot understand how the ancients managed to make everything so orderly. They cannot understand how the ancients so easily manipulated explosive energy and harnessed it for their own use. All of this is beyond comprehension.

They cannot understand electricity and magnetism, they cannot understand the high-speed rotating shafts, and they cannot understand the things that look like technology but feel more like magic.

Not that no one has tried to replicate the ancients' technology, but the time gap is too great, and the technology has long since declined. The precision and detail that the ancients pursued are completely beyond the understanding of modern humans. The chat networks and various other technologies that have been勉强能够运用的，也是知其然不知其所以然，只能慢慢还原和发展。

However, it is said that we have now reached the benchmark of the late Industrial Revolution and the early Atomic Revolution as judged by the ancients. This is indeed a fortunate thing, because it will take only a century to regain the pinnacle of that world.

Of course, these are just idle words. They are only meant to illustrate the power and pride of the ancients. When faced with both natural disasters and the Abyssal assault, they fought to the end, unlike the cowards who hid away.

However, heroes always have their day of decline. Even if they embraced the stars and the moon, even if they understood all the secrets, as long as they remained on this small planet, they were destined for self-destruction.

"At the beginning, the submersible encountered some subspace interference, but it was quickly released. After discussion, we believed it might be a preliminary interception by the Northern Abyssal flagship, so we did not conduct further reconnaissance. However, just now, the submersible transmitted a very clear image. The specific location is about 300 kilometers from the coordinates in the sea."

In the command room, which had been reconditioned and now looked more steampunk, 001 was drenched in sweat, operating the bronze command panel with a clatter. She quickly pulled down a display from mid-air, showing the images captured in the sea.

"This is truly... a tragic scene."

Looking at the underwater images that had been enhanced with high contrast, the Admiral and 111, who followed closely behind, instinctively raised their eyebrows, their faces turning grim.

As time progressed, the blurry images on the screen gradually became clearer. The massive ships lying silently on the seabed, along with the intricate details around them, slowly revealed themselves to the Admiral, forming a silent yet grand scene.

Ships.

Countless ships.

Countless warships, torn apart by various kinds of artillery, lay silently on the seabed, their dark steel hulls still intact, facing the onlookers in silence.

Around them, the thick layer of Abyssal debris, like ants, silently gazed at the three people in the command room. The pale, hollow eyes stared at the surface of the Abyssal sea, as if they could rise at any moment to fight the ancient warships again.

Trying to adjust the direction, they found it was futile. No matter where they looked, there were only the remains of warships, the seabed covered with the bodies of the Abyssals. Some were cut in half, some were riddled with holes, some looked melted, and some were shattered into pieces, even turning into a mass of mud. The warships were also pierced by countless shells, sinking to the bottom of the sea.

Both sides' offensive capabilities far exceeded their defensive capabilities, and all the ships and the Abyssal fleet fell like cut grass, lying in vast patches. In the end, they remained in this incomprehensible state.

Without a doubt, for any ship girl, this scene is no different from hell.

The lives of the Abyssals and the human fleet scattered like dandelions, and from the distance between them, it was clear that the Abyssals did not have time to disperse their formation, and the human fleet did not have time to launch their aircraft. In this brief and intense battle, they completely destroyed each other, opening the gates to the final hell.

"I just observed the ship data and the surrounding escort fleet."

Looking at the shadow of the deck lying quietly in the center of the sea, 001 pushed up her glasses and said in a slightly trembling voice.

"It is the CVN-21 Ford and its escort, the Pacific Combined Fleet. According to the books I read, during the last voyage and decommissioning ceremony of the Ford class, they were attacked by the Abyssals. The Abyssals emerged from the water without warning and launched a surprise attack on the Pacific Fleet."

"The specific battle situation is unclear, but the Pacific Combined Fleet, led by CVN-21, was completely annihilated, with over 50,000 officers and men losing their lives at sea. After this surprise attack, the then second most powerful nation, the United States, declared a war footing, and half a year later, the Great War broke out. The war between humans and the Abyssals has continued to this day."

"I think we have discovered hell, or rather, the beginning of hell. We can clearly see everything that is not detailed in the historical records through this submersible."

Like releasing pressure, the girl sighed slightly and turned her gaze to her superior.

"So, Admiral, what should we do?"

"..."

Looking at the chaotic underwater scene, the Admiral raised an eyebrow.

This is undoubtedly hell. But at the same time, it is also an irreplaceable treasure trove. Just by getting some technology from the destroyed ancient warships, or even dismantling the guns, it would be a leap forward. Even dragging one ship over could exchange for hundreds of thousands of steel.

However, we cannot be rash. There is a doubt that has not been resolved. For the Imagination Fleet, this is a great treasure, but also a quagmire that cannot be deeply explored.

After carefully observing the cold seabed, the Admiral sighed and lowered his hat.

"Continue forward, ignore it."

"Eh? Ah, yes."

Although somewhat surprised by the Admiral's order, 001 still obeyed.

The image on the screen shook with the command and then quickly sped out of the ship graveyard, continuing toward the Pearl Harbor sea area.

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