Chapter 127 The Man in Black

A beam of light poured down, tearing a large hole in the gloomy sky.

The beams of light shone on the hull of the Azure, illuminating the buildings that were either deformed or still shrouded in strange colors.

This is a reasonable phenomenon that the fortress upgrade is progressing steadily.

Most people stood on the higher decks, shaking their heads and pointing at the buildings that swelled up like sponges, then pointing at another withered and collapsed building.

He was amazed by the dramatic change in his usually unchanging old friend and showered him with compliments.

Or they might pat their chest, smile smugly, and say, "Look, I deserve some credit for this."

Then the people around them got excited and started comparing their contributions to the Azure like children, adding a unique touch of tension and life to the scene.

Under their gaze.

The platform beneath their feet spread outwards like ink dripping into clear water.

At the same time, it was also pushing them up, the slight push from their feet making everyone feel a slight sense of weightlessness.

Those are the very things that the fortress is growing into a completely new body, making room for the new organs so that its features don't get tangled together.

Water towers, commercial streets, workshops, and even some residential buildings that have sprung up.

Along the edge of the bridge is a separate second deck, equipped with windows for gun emplacements and mounting racks for weapons such as machine guns. Several of the ship's own gun emplacements are capable of firing shells of approximately 300mm in diameter.

Overall, it appears to be quite deterrent.

Old things are absorbed and dissolved, becoming nourishment for the growth of new individuals.

Beneath that dazzling illusion, an even more powerful physique is born.

He Feng stood on the observation tower with the best view. The observation deck was framed by a square iron cage, offering no protection against the hurricane driven by the cold current from the northwest.

His eyes were slightly closed as he felt the bone-chilling cold, his breathing becoming heavy and labored.

The day has finally come, and the Azure is finally here to welcome this day.

In his mind, he could almost see the massive body of the Azure Ship standing firm against the raging wind.

He imagined things he could never have had.

From then on, the Azure entered a completely new era.

Absolute power also comes at a considerable cost: resources, population, and even energy.

Demand increases in stages, but the difference between the two will increase sharply.

Turning a steel ball weighing tens of thousands of tons into a steel ball weighing three times that amount requires far more than just a simple tripling of the resources consumed.

After a rough calculation, He Feng couldn't help but feel a bit of a toothache.

Seven times? Ten times? Or more than ten times?

Who knows!

But the only result is that the current Azure will definitely be struggling financially.

This is after the five tier-two fortresses that had not yet sunk have been hollowed out.

I originally felt that the resource reserves of a single Tier 2 fortress were overflowing, but I didn't realize that they were so low after I upgraded to Tier 2.

Without realizing it, He Feng clenched his fist and slammed it heavily against the iron fence beside him.

They harshly criticized these people, both rich and poor, for not saving more money, which is why they are now in this dilemma.

From this perspective, reaching the second tier doesn't mean you can enjoy the easy, satisfying experience of dominating weaker opponents.

To be honest, he's almost too lazy to bother with those Tier 1 fortresses now.

Why waste so much fuel chasing them?

This time, I truly empathized with them.

The advancement process was nearing its end. He Feng stood on the high platform, feeling the wind blowing, and lamented that he had fallen from one vicious cycle into another.

As for the physiological changes that might occur in crew members during the promotion process, they might not happen much on the Azure.

He has two arguments.

Firstly, the remaining crimson sarcoma tissue on the fortress is currently under the control of the light orb in his hand and is in a dormant state.

Secondly, he has already risked his life to resolve the core issues within the machine tool. Without this central hub, it will be even more difficult for the remaining remnants to rebuild their connections in a short period of time.

As long as these growths can be suppressed and the pollution level prevented from going up, the Azure might gradually become the only fortress that won't mutate.

Without the continued contamination from the sarcoma, the inevitable distortions and deformities will be reduced, allowing the affected people to regain their human appearance.

This could very well become a major advantage for the Blue Ocean in attracting talent.

The few pieces of good news made He Feng's tightly furrowed brows relax slightly.

He began pacing on the platform, determined to take a good look at the new territory he had conquered.

You can even faintly hear a few people praising He Feng's heroic leadership, which is comforting to hear.

His gaze swept across the entire fortress, taking in its entirety from beginning to end.

Sudden.

On the horizon a little further away, he suddenly saw a purple dot of light.

He Feng shifted his gaze back, calmly fixing his eyes on that spot while maintaining his leisurely demeanor.

He kept a close eye on it out of the corner of his eye.

"Is it an enemy?" He Feng's mind raced; he wasn't sure.

All I could do was stare wide-eyed to see what was going on.

At Lv3, the constitution has expanded to the level of perception, with vision being particularly noticeable.

Human vision has always been the best in nature. The Maasai people can locate prey from the grasslands five kilometers away, which is the first level of human vision limit.

He Feng's current vision, however, is on a completely different level.

This is a perfect opportunity to profit from information asymmetry.

Within his field of vision, He Feng saw a person in the purplish light.

It is not a fortress, refugees, or any other force adrift at sea.

There was only one person, dressed in a purple robe with a hood that covered his head completely, and his exposed arms were decorated with eyes and winding, zigzagging rings.

Upon closer inspection, he even noticed several tentacles beneath the robe, each clearly bearing suckers of varying sizes.

It was as if he didn't have legs at all, and it was these things that supported him as he stood on the black ice.

In a daze, He Feng even felt that he had made eye contact with this guy.

He quickly shifted his gaze to the side, and the feeling of being stared at gradually subsided.

The purple light emanated from the eyes hidden beneath the hood.

"What kind of monster is this?"

Although he had seen and experienced a great deal in this world, he had never actually seen anyone who could stand on ice for so long.

Where is the underwater monster?

Shouldn't they have rushed over as soon as they smelled human presence?

Through layers of deduction, it can only be determined that the guy in front of me is not a kind person.

Having made up his mind, He Feng quietly pulled out a pistol from his waist and began to play with it idly.

He would occasionally fire a few shots into the air in front of him, just as a way to relieve fatigue.

The head under the hood glanced at He Feng's tedious actions a few times before continuing to look down, as if muttering something.

Holding his breath, He Feng closed one eye, his left eye fixed on the machine gun sights of the mourners.

With all distracting thoughts gone, my left hand no longer trembled at all.

"Mourners, give me some support!"

The dull gun barrel began to become full and bright at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The blood and energy flowed through the wrist, unimpeded through the gun handle, illuminating the first ciphertext.

For a moment, He Feng strangely felt his elbow shifting slightly.

What followed was an unbearable heaviness, as if I were trapped inside a model, where even the movement of blood vessels was inhibited.

Then, the trigger was pulled.

"Bang!"

The dark, blood-red light shot out instantly, piercing precisely into the hooded man's body.