The heavy lead clouds cover the celestial top and never dissipates all day long. Below the lead clouds is a thick and boundless ice layer.

But there was also a cold body made of steel on the ice. The body was firmly fixed in the snow and ice, like a giant beast that had lost its vitality. They were three heavy cruisers of Fuyuan class, but now this ocean is no longer a battlefield where they can gallop across, but has turned into a huge and boundless cemetery.

This is Murmansk, the northernmost unfrozen port of the empire.

There are towering ice walls on the coast. The ice walls keep rolling and striking towards the land and condense in the air, becoming a natural barrier hundreds of meters high. Those who see this wall may be able to imagine how thrilling the day was - the waves emitted a roar like a mountain collapse and cracked the ground and advanced into the inland, smashing all obstacles along the way. The heavy cruiser was like a few small leaves in front of this huge force, almost about to overturn.

But at a certain moment, everything came to silence - a terrible force caused the heat between the world to suddenly dissipate, and the rising snowflakes and ice chips appeared in the air in an instant. The waves that were rolling forward the moment before suddenly made a huge sound, turning into thick ice in a second.

So heavy snow started to fall on the surface of the Arctic Ocean, and it continued for three days and three nights.

In fact, at this moment, the Arctic Ocean has disappeared from this world.

The ice caps of the Arctic extend southward and advance to the gateway of the Murmansk Port. The vast ocean has become a huge piece of ice, connected from the ocean surface to the deepest part of the ocean bottom. They form the most colorful and thrilling huge specimen library in the world with the countless marine creatures in life.

A man walked onto the deck of the Fuyuan heavy cruiser.

The extreme low temperature covered the deck with a layer of frost, but the man was thin and calm, as if he was walking in the spring of May.

His face was hidden under the hood of a black robe, like a medieval monk or a magician in a novel. But his hands were outside - he raised his hand and waved it gently in the air, as if he was going to feel some looming existence in the air.

After a long time, the man put his hands back into his sleeve and let out a long breath. The white mist turned into sharp arrows. He shot straight away and then condensed into snowflakes in the air and drifted on the deck.

"What the hell are you?" he whispered.

A low roar came from a very far distance. The ice layer trembled slightly because of the roar. The snow layers covered with surface bounced up one after another, falling down again, as if there was another snow.

So the man walked to the bow of the boat and leaned down and looked down. There seemed to be something under the ice. The thing was not at ease. It was eager to break free. However, the terrible load made its struggle seem weak and powerless. The power of the entire ocean pressed it firmly on the bottom of the sea and could not see the light of day again.

The dull roar returned to calm after lasting fifteen minutes, and the man at the bow shook his head slightly and whispered: "He is coming, you should be happy."

No one responded to him, but he continued, "I'll still say the same thing to you today. Are you willing to take me there?"

The ocean surface was still silent, only the strong wind passed by like a knife, splashing large snowflakes.

"You are so stubborn. You should know that even without you, it will only be a matter of time before I find that island - in two or three months, I can take a lot of people to the south, I can spend a year or two years looking for it, and you have to suffer another year or two years here." He paused, with a smile on his words, "You are not Sun Wukong, can you still expect a Tang Monk to save you from the trap?"

"Actually, I can understand the person's thoughts and positions, but I can't understand what you do no matter what. You are a kind of person, what reason is there to be so stubborn?"

But the existence under the ice seemed to have made up his mind to no longer react. The man's words were buried in the strong wind and drifted to the world with the swelling of snow.

He sighed heavily, turned around and walked across the empty deck, opened the door and walked into the cabin.

The cabin is not very warm, but compared to outside, at least the wine in the glass will not condense into ice.

The two girls sat at the table, holding a cup of hot drink in their hands. These were two white-haired girls, Lan Tong. They were wearing thin white dresses and their slender calves were gently swinging in the air, as if they were sipping afternoon tea on a leisurely afternoon.

The man closed the door, took off his hat, and shook the snowflakes on his body.

What was revealed was a strange face. In fact, the outline of this face still belongs to humans and has common facial features. However, there were two fiery red lines in his eyes, and light golden scales on his face.

He smiled, and a row of sharp teeth slid across the corner of his lips: "How do you feel today?"

The two girls at the table looked up at him and shook their heads a little uneasy. So the man walked straight to the opposite side of them and sat down, picked up a bottle of vodka on the table, poured a full cup for himself, and drank it all in one go.

The smell of alcohol spread throughout the room. He licked his lips with unsatisfactory pleasure and drank another glass. It was a white mug - perhaps a person with poor alcohol content would feel dizzy and fluttering after drinking this glass of vodka, but the man seemed to think the cup was too small.

He threw the cup to the ground and grabbed the bottle.

The wine gushed down his throat. The two girls put the hot drink in their hands on the table and looked at each other uneasyly.

The bottle was soon empty. The man held the bottle in his hand and looked at the two girls from this end of the table: "So have you remembered what your name is?"

The girl on the left thought for a while and whispered: "Keichuan...Harukami."

The man smiled and his palms were twitching: "Okay, very good. Then think about it again... Have you ever been to an island, a small island in the Pacific Ocean? At that time, you went with me, and we might have been on the island for a few days..."

The girl shook her head confused: "No, I didn't have you..."

"My name is Li Zhen!" The man frowned and squirted, "My name is Li Zhen-You and Li Zhen have been on that island for several days. Now think about it, where is that island??"

He got angry. I don’t know if he tried to squeeze out a smile from his face when he got angry because of the effect of alcohol. But this smile was a bit scary with his extra slender eyes due to anger and anxiety. The two girls couldn’t help but shrink back and leaned tightly on the back of the chair.

A piece of frost spread across the table, and the empty bottle in "Li Zhen"'s hand made a crisp sound and broke freeze.

He stood up suddenly, leaned over the table, and stared at the two girls: "You still can't remember me? What exactly is your mind?!!"

The two girls finally screamed in fear. They bounced up from the chair like two little beasts, waving their hands in front of them - as if they were to wave away all the fear that was coming to their faces.

A wall of ice and snow immediately formed in mid-air. It took only a few seconds to isolate the room into two parts. The ice edges were still spreading rapidly, and soon crawling the floor and ceiling of the room.

But the next moment, the ice and snow seemed to encounter the scorching sun in the midsummer. The room suddenly became hot. The frost faded in an instant. The evaporated water mist blocked the two girls' eyes. When they could see things again, their palms strangled their throats.

They had only had time to let out the first moan, and their heads hung softly. The tender and fragile cervical spine broke in their palms, and the flames climbed up their bodies. After a few seconds, their bodies turned into two pale ashes, mixed with water vapor and fell on the ground.

The water vapor dissipated, and "Li Zhen" sat back on the chair, stared at the ashes on the ground for a while, then got up and walked to the other end of the room to pick up the phone.

"Send me two more - I want to be smart, I just want the smartest."

...

...

"He wants two more." Vivian put down the phone, sighed, and spread his hands.

An Ruosu closed his eyes and sighed like Vivian: "So... he killed them again? What exactly did he want to do?"

"I think he's a pervert - maybe a pedophile or a sadist." Vivian frowned and walked in the room, the soft carpet sucking her footsteps. "He wasn't like this before. But since then... in a month, he's killed eight."

An Ruosu pursed her lips and didn't make a sound.

In fact, she was not silent because of something like "killing eight children". What made her feel uneasy was the "then" that Vivian accidentally mentioned...

Vivian also realized what she said and sat down next to her.

At this time the door was pushed open and Froud walked in. He smiled and shrugged: "What's wrong?"

Vivian only asked him: "How many clones are there in the lab?"

Frode raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You don't want to tell me, that one..."

He pointed to the north.

Vivian nodded: "He wants two more."

"My God." Froud sighed dejectedly, "Is he a pervert?"

"I'm glad we reached a consensus on this matter." An Ruosu smiled, "Sometimes I even think that it's not because you are responsible for the cloning laboratory, and your psychic energy is weakening consciousness... So he always thinks that those children are too stupid?"

"This joke is not funny at all." Frode walked around the room for a few steps and poured himself a glass of wine. "Now there are only two left. The others are still in the embryo, but..."
Chapter completed!