Severodvinsk, port.

Associated Press reporter Wilder and several of his colleagues set up the camera.

Next to them, two Russian policemen were patrolling back and forth, turning to look at them from time to time.

As an American, he was able to interview in Severodvinsk thanks to his in-depth interviews with some Russian big figures thirty years ago when the Soviet Union collapsed, and he conducted relatively fair and impartial reports.

Even so, his scope of activities was strictly limited to this port.

We are still tens of meters apart from other journalists from Russia and cannot communicate with each other.

However, Wilder is already quite satisfied with this.

After all, with the current relationship between the two countries, it would be quite generous for the other party to let him enter Severodvinsk.

Of course, this is also because it is winter at this time.

As the eldest son of the Soviet Union, Russia inherited the most of its heritage, but it also lost its vast territory.

The Russian navy has been looking for a freeze-free port all its life.

but none.

Therefore, the Russian Navy has to introduce many black technologies for cold climates.

Although Severodvinsk is not in the Arctic Circle, the port is completely frozen for several months every year.

Therefore, the world's largest submarine manufacturing plant does not have many secrets to reveal in winter.

What makes him even happier is that several of his colleagues have become better behaved after being blackmailed by the Russian police.

No more blind comparisons about racism.

Wilder is very happy that his colleagues can realize that just because they are Americans, they do not have to be arrogant.

On the other hand, he was helpless about this.

Once, when he came to Russia thirty years ago, he was really arrogant.

In the sky, two fighter jets roared past. The colleague holding the camera next to him raised his lens, took a picture of the camera in the sky, and then muttered: "Why are there two more planes!"

This sentence immediately brought back the memories of everyone present.

I suddenly felt a little inexplicably uncomfortable.

But someone else said: "There will be no flying swords this time."

Wilder turned and glared at him.

Do you still need to tell me if I have a flying sword?

If possible, Wilder really wanted to drive these people back to the United States, and then recruit a few local people to help him carry the camera.

Cheap and easy to use.

Then they started to complain about those watching the excitement on the shore.

"Why are all these people here?"

"What a brainless guy. It's just a Dragon Palace on the sea. What's there to see?"

"In such a cold day, I would rather warm myself by the fire at home..."

However, their voices became smaller and smaller.

On the winding snow-white coastline, figures wearing down jackets of various colors appeared.

Red, blue, purple, black, green, yellow...

Then, more and more people became more and more dense, as if someone had used a colorful pen to draw a bright line on the coastline, spreading from the end of the line of sight to the endless distance...

It seems that people from all over the world have come to this coast.

What could make people in the entire city come out of their warm homes, brave the low temperature of dozens of degrees below zero, stand on the cold and windy coast, and wait quietly.

This...is the appeal of Sea Dragon Palace!

At this moment, Wilder really wished he had a drone to take pictures of the scene from the sky.

If such a scene could be photographed, it would certainly help people understand what real "influence" is.

Unfortunately, drones are banned in the entire Severodvinsk.

In the sky, a helicopter "Zaza" flew over. It was a reporter from Russia's Red Star TV station.

On the helicopter, the photographer carried the camera and leaned half of his body out of the helicopter to capture the scene in front of him.

Seen from the sky, the snow-white coastline, the line on the edge of the coastline and the crowds scattered behind it are like some kind of new-school art painting, which is particularly shocking.

Just when the photographer was obsessed with the scene in front of him, his companion suddenly started filming him from behind.

"What are you filming? Wait until I finish taking this picture... Damn it!"

The photographer turned his head and took a look, and almost tilted his body and fell directly from the helicopter.

Fortunately, his colleague was quick to catch him.

On the other side of the coast, a huge creature is approaching.

It is slowly slowing down, and more than ten waves are slowly retracting, just like a hedgehog putting away its thorns.

On its shell, there are still pieces of wind and snow ice brought by the Arctic. As the waves shake, they slide down into flying snow all over the sky.

In front of it, the ice layer several meters thick was cut and torn like paper meeting a paper knife.

At the edge, fine ice foam spreads out in all directions, like white shaved ice.

Then, it was picked up by the air turbulence that didn't know where it came from, and flew around this behemoth. Then, behind, the hot air sprayed by several huge propellers turned into a thick mist, spreading in a V shape to both sides.

Come on...

When I looked at it on the sea, because there was no reference object, I just thought it was big and didn't have a very intuitive feeling.

And now, everyone finds out...

The Dragon Palace on the Sea is actually bigger than this port!

Where is a ship docking? It's like a city made of ice and snow!

No, it's like a storm fortress!

As it slowed down, the thick mist that spread was even faster than it. The galloping mist looked like a galloping horse, like a warship, or like the mist of another world hiding various magical creatures.

When it reached the shore, it flooded the entire coastline.

In the sky, reporters from Red Star TV were shooting down from a helicopter.

On the coast, everyone had to close their eyes. When the first wave of fog passed, the Dragon Palace on the Sea had arrived near the port.

When they raised their heads again, they couldn't help but exclaimed!

"ah"

In front of the Sea Dragon Palace, there are dozens of aircraft flying with the Sea Dragon Palace.

It is Gu Xiaobai's bodyguard group.

Wearing backpacks, they stood on "flying swords", arranged in the shape of arrows, and came from the air.

Although the "Flying Sword" and "Backpack Aircraft" have been uploaded on the Internet for so long, I don't know how many videos there are.

But when you actually see how they fly, you will still be deeply shocked by them.

And the one at the front is a flying sword that is all white.

The young man standing on top suddenly raised his hands and pressed Xuxu in the air.

With a "boom" sound, the ice around the Dragon Palace on the sea shattered, and countless black shadows broke through the ice from the water, shooting straight into the sky like cannonballs.

"Ouch! Ouch!" The exclamations of the onlookers on the coast echoed through the sky.

In the air, those "cannonballs" ignited one after another, spraying out hot airflow.

Then it floated in the air and slowly rotated.

The ferocious beasts on all sides are dragging the ancient bell, and the simple mountain and sea beasts are holding the giant drum.

Bells and drums!

Gu Xiaobai pressed down suddenly with both hands.

"D-U-A-N-G~"

The bells and drums are ringing.
Chapter completed!