On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Chapter 1362 Where did all these corpses come from?!

The Zhenyuan Fleet, consisting of thirty-six jet-black steel behemoths, sailed towards the legendary Ottoman Sea, a waterway said to be paved with gold, led by Van der Wiel's merchant ship flying a white flag.

Van der Wiel stood at the bow of his flagship, the sea breeze whipping his sparse hair across his forehead, but he felt no chill at all; his back was already soaked in cold sweat.

He would occasionally turn back to look at the massive, despair-inducing black fleet behind him.

He dared not imagine what a bloodbath would ensue when this invincible fleet landed in the Ottoman ports.

His only thought now is to survive.

To live on, regardless of the cost.

Inside the bridge of the USS Phoenix, the atmosphere was completely different from the tense atmosphere outside.

Murong Yan leaned lazily against the captain's seat, which was more comfortable than the dragon throne in the palace. Her fingertips lightly caressed the armrest, and her beautiful face showed just the right amount of weariness.

She is still wearing the same phoenix-adorned dress that has witnessed countless conquests and battles.

The extremely dark Su Jin seemed to have become an endless night that could devour everything within this futuristic palace.

The five-zhang-long, dark gold trailing ribbon cascaded down from the white marble throne, like a sleeping black dragon coiled on the carpet.

The giant phoenix embroidered with real gold thread on the hem of her skirt had its eyes slightly closed in the soft light streaming down from the dome, as if it too felt a sense of weariness towards the impending carnage.

"Husband, do you think that Van der Wiel will really take us to the Ottomans obediently?" She leaned gently on Lin Zhen's shoulder, her voice carrying a hint of a little girl's dependence.

"He will." Lin Zhen smiled and pulled her into his arms, his deep eyes filled with a calculating insight.

"What wouldn't a person who would betray his own country and beliefs do you think he wouldn't dare to do?"

"As long as he can live, he wouldn't even blink an eye if he were to kill the Ottoman Sultan himself, let alone lead the way."

Upon hearing this, Murong Yan's clear, cold phoenix eyes flashed with a hint of icy disgust. What she hated most in her life was such a spineless and undignified traitor.

The fleet, led by Van der Wiel, sailed at full speed for two full days.

On the evening of the third day, that legendary, rich, and mysterious land appeared at the horizon. As the fleet approached the Ottoman port, everyone was speechless with astonishment at the bizarre sight before them.

There was none of the hustle and bustle I had imagined, no questioning or obstruction from the port guards; the entire massive port city was deathly silent.

The afterglow of the setting sun stained the entire city with an ominous blood-red hue.

The towering dome of the mosque still stands, but the melodious evening prayers that should have been heard at this time have disappeared.

The wide streets were deserted, with only the dust blown by the wind silently telling the story of the city's desolation.

The air was thick with an overwhelming stench of blood and decay.

“What… what’s going on?” Elizabeth stood on the bridge of the Dingyuan, looking at the city that resembled a ghost town. For the first time, a look of seriousness appeared in her blue eyes, which always burned with a wild flame.

"Your Highness, something is wrong." Yue Fei's voice was as steady as a mountain, but his hands, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, betrayed his inner turmoil.

"This city is too quiet."

"Quiet, like a tomb."

Lin Zhen did not speak.

He simply gazed silently at the city before him, shrouded in the shadow of death, a cold glint flashing in his deep eyes.

They came late.

The Nihilists have already taken the lead and raised their knives against this innocent city.

“Vanderville.” Lin Zhen’s voice was clearly transmitted to the merchant ship through the communicator.

"This is the rich Ottoman Empire you were talking about?"

The voice was calm, yet it sent a chill down Van der Wiel's spine.

"puff"

He knelt down on the deck and frantically kowtowed into the communicator, his voice filled with fear and despair.

"Your Highness, I...I don't know! I really don't know! When I left, this place was still bustling with activity. I swear I'm not lying to you! It must be the Nihilists, it must be those damned lunatics who did it!"

Lin Zhen was too lazy to listen to his ridiculous excuses anymore.

He gave the order directly.

"Yue Fei".

"The general is here!"

"You will lead a squad of Divine Machine Battalion and follow me into the city."

"Elizabeth, you lead the fleet to blockade the port. No ship is allowed to enter or leave."

"Yes!"

Several assault boats carrying Lin Zhen, Murong Yan, and hundreds of fully armed elite Shenji Battalion soldiers headed towards the desolate port.

When they set foot on Ottoman soil, the thick stench of blood and decay almost engulfed them.

On the streets, dried bloodstains and skeletons that had been eaten away and left only as bones could be seen everywhere.

The faces of those skeletons still bore the indescribable fear and despair of their dying moments.

"Beast!" Yue Fei looked at the hellish scene before him, his bronze-colored, resolute face contorted with bulging veins, his teeth grinding together.

He had spent his life in the military and killed countless people, but he had never seen such a brutal and inhumane massacre. This was no longer a war; it was a desecration of life!

Murong Yan's pretty face was also icy cold.

She reached out her delicate hand and tightly grasped Lin Zhen's hand. Her cold phoenix eyes were filled with murderous intent. These innocent civilians who died tragically would become another interest on her and her husband's blood debt to the Nihilistic Party.

Lin Zhen didn't speak, but simply took Murong Yan's hand and walked step by step toward the city center. Each step seemed to be the prelude to revenge for the countless wronged souls in this city.

They walked through deserted streets and through markets that had already been looted.

Finally, it stopped in front of the most magnificent Sultan's Palace in the heart of the city.

The palace gates had already been forcibly broken open.

At the entrance, hundreds of corpses dressed in elite guard uniforms lay scattered about.

Each of them was killed with a single blow.

His face still bore the incomprehensible horror of his dying moments.

Lin Zhen entered the palace and proceeded inwards.

The stench of blood grew stronger. They stopped before the Sultan's throne, a symbol of supreme Ottoman power. A middle-aged man, dressed in a magnificent Sultan's robe and wearing a crown studded with jewels, sat quietly on the throne, a black dagger protruding from his chest.

Those eyes, once filled with majesty and power, were now wide open, filled only with the purest fear and...resentment.

He couldn't understand until his death why he, a powerful emperor with a million soldiers and control over half the world's trade, would die so easily within his impregnable palace.

And just then.

Lin Zhen's gaze, however, passed over the already cold corpse.

Behind the throne, on the wall engraved with the emblem of the Ottoman Empire, stands a massive black altar that seems out of place with its surroundings.

The altar was covered with twisted and evil runes, and a black energy filled with the aura of death and decay was drifting from the center of the altar toward the sky.

"found it."

A cold smile curled at the corners of Lin Zhen's lips.

He knew that this was the Nihilistic Party's true objective.