Alle Kapitel von The Devil's Bride : Kapitel 221 – Kapitel 230

"Does this mean..."He hesitated."...the recording was genuine after all?"He struggled internally.Everything unfolding before him perfectly matched Dmitry's warning and yet something still felt wrong, very wrong…. Tbis was the same unease that continued lingering inside Francesco."The attack is happening exactly as Dmitry described." He quietly muttered to himself as his fingers slowly folded behind his back."And yet…,” His expression remained unusually serious."I still dislike this."His instincts screamed at him, the enemy's timing, the recording even the coordinates and everything fit together almost perfectly, just too perfectly."It feels as though someone prepared this long before we ever received that recording." He narrowed his eyes and instantly his gaze hardened “this is no ordinary assault."He released a slow breath "No, there is no more time for speculation” his eyes became cold "I must ac this moment else I would die on sea” Almost instantly Francesco's entire dem

Finally… Francesco decided to speak "Calm yourself, Diego."His voice carried remarkable confidence, then he slowly turned toward him. "Look carefully around you." Diego instinctively obeyed. "What do you see?"Francesco asked but Diego frowned, as he looked across the ship, his own soldies, the prisoners…the artillery crews and the entire approaching fleet.Everything remained exactly as before, unable to understand the question, he looked back toward Francesco."I..."His words faltered as Francesco nodded slightly "I understand exactly how you feel." He folded both hands behind his back. "But remember this."His voice became cold. "When a battle arrives, a commander must already accept death." He paused briefly as his gaze sharpened."So fight and if necessary be prepared to die today."Those words struck Diego like a hammer and for several moments...he simply stared"Is he serious right now?" Diego's thoughts immediately spiraled."Accept death when escape is still possible, there

Without another word, he slowly unbuttoned the upper portion of his white uniform, the cloth fell aside.Immediately a massive scar became visible across his chest, it stretched from just beneath his collarbone all the way toward his waist.The wound had healed years ago but yet it remained horrifying.The flesh had fused unevenly, creating a permanent reminder of the blade that had nearly ended his life.The command room fell completely silent that even the officers who had served under him for years instinctively lowered their eyes.Big Stone simply stared, his breathing nearly stopped."That wound..." He thought in his head "No ordinary man could have survived something like that."His eyes remained fixed upon the scar. "He carried this for years and he's still standing?"The commander noticed the shock immediately."You needn't look so surprised." He calmly fastened his uniform once again. "The only reason I survived was because fate allowed it."A faint smile crossed his face. "M

Big Stone saluted sharply before turning toward the exit, as the heavy bridge doors slid open, the sounds of boots moving rapidly through the steel corridors echoed across the ship.Throughout the fleet, final preparations accelerated as weapons were checked, equipment was secured and every coommunication lines were tested once more.Outside, the distance between both fleets continued shrinking with every passing minute as the sea grew rougher.Dark clouds gathered overhead as neither side had fired the opening decisive strike and yet every sailor aboard both fleets understood the same undeniable truth, that the calm that remained upon the ocean would not last much longer.“Alright, sir… on it this moment.”Big Stone did not wait for another word. The instant the command left his superior's lips, he sprang into motion, his heavy boots thundering across the wooden deck as though the ship itself could not withstand the urgency of his pace. Every second wasted was another second the heir

"Oh... wonderful.""They are here already."His voice carried genuine satisfaction.He walked slowly toward the trolley, examining every instrument with deliberate care, almost like an artist appreciating the brushes needed to complete a masterpiece.Without looking behind him, he suddenly spoke."Sergie."The frightened prisoner immediately lifted his head."You may stand."A look of complete disbelief spread across Sergie's face.For several seconds he remained frozen, wondering whether he had imagined hearing his own name.Francesco had addressed him directly.Not with anger.Not with mockery.Simply...By his name."Sir..."His voice trembled."You mean... I should stand up?"Francesco finally glanced toward him."Yes."His answer was immediate."Stand up and move to the side."A brief pause followed.Then the faintest smile returned."Well... unless you would prefer that blood helps you stand instead."The meaning behind those words required no explanation.Sergie's heart nearly