amaotonovel Chapter 236 Operation Prometheus
Chapter 236 Operation Prometheus
Amelia knows everything, Amelia is omniscient.
This was indeed true for the Roman restoration organization, for a human being dressed in a missionary robe was sitting in their Naples outpost.
For Amelianci, the Rise of Rome organization was well-known, but their strength was far too weak; even to the Church, the Rise of Rome organization was insignificant.
Fortunately, Amelansi never lacked methods of struggle, or rather, the Farsighted Alliance never lacked methods of struggle. As Amelansi's underground revolutionary organization, they were happy to see more comrades take this step.
Whether it is liberation from the brilliance of theology, liberation from the oppression of feudalism, or liberation from the oppression of capitalism, the members of the Farsighted Alliance believe that they have a corresponding responsibility.
The "Prometheus" refers to the act of stealing the god of fire from mankind and providing assistance to the Roman restoration army; this action was thus named Operation Prometheus.
"What do you want?"
Katris asked, "What exactly do they want?" The man in front of her claimed he could help them, which she had no doubt about. For Amelansi, the Church was no match for them. In fact, she had always wondered why the demon army had not yet conquered the world, but had only stayed within their own territory.
Yes, the demons did attack several countries, but they did not directly rule those countries. They seemed to have no interest in those places. In the official map of the demons, their traditional territory was clearly defined, which is now the Republic of Aimelan.
Their conquests were far from the centers of civilization, on the other side of the ocean, where, for the Church, going to the other side of the ocean was almost a certain death.
“What we want is very simple,” the man smiled slightly. “What we seek is the progress of the world, what we seek is nothing more than the national defense and security of the Republic, and the dismantling of the behemoth that is the Church is a consensus between you and me.”
Katris remained silent for a moment. She knew that achieving this goal would not be easy. The Church was a behemoth, a living, breathing entity. For the demon race, which had become the center of the world, a church that stood beside them and regarded them as enemies was intolerable.
"Are you really capable of helping us achieve all of this?" Katris questioned.
“Of course,” the man replied confidently. “We—both the organization I represent and the Federal Republic of Amelansi itself—possess powerful resources and intelligence networks that can provide you with the necessary support. But this requires your cooperation; after all, revolution requires everyone’s joint efforts.”
The man spoke in a grand and righteous tone, but Katlis still gleaned some meaning from his words: there is no such thing as a free lunch, and a deal is essential to dismantle the church.
After all, guns won't just fall into their hands on their own.
"It's very simple. We only hope that when we attack the Church in the future, you, as the successors of the Church, will control a democratic country and promise to abandon any discriminatory or hostile remarks and policies against the demon race."
"Wait...you...are you going to attack?"
“This is not something you should worry about, Miss. Everything we do will only lead to the disintegration of the Church.”
The man walked briskly out of the stronghold. The "Saint" emerged from the shadows and stood beside Katris: "Is he one of the demons?"
"That's right, he promised to provide us with military equipment..."
"When?"
"Three days later, we took over the area outside Port Napoli."
Operation Prometheus was proceeding exceptionally smoothly, largely due to the presence of the Emerald Citrian Naval Dockyard, where a large, black, cigar-shaped ship was preparing to set sail.
As one of the creations of the Amerlane Navy's armament development program, the Type 21 submarine naturally became the first Amerlane Navy attack submarine since the previous experimental submarines, and it has remained hidden from the public eye until now.
Three days later, at 2 a.m., on the outskirts of Napoli Port.
Katlis and the "Saints" waited anxiously. The man was waiting for them at the agreed location, but the dark sea was deserted. No one lit a fire for concealment. The "Saints" disguised themselves as ordinary soldiers, masked, and stared at the empty sea.
A "speedboat" appeared on the sea, flying the Brittany flag. "Speedboat" is a common small merchant ship in this area, but its name is a misnomer. After the advent of the steam age, these ships have been reduced to "slow boats".
Everyone thought to themselves, "They've come, just as I expected."
But the mysterious man didn't move an inch, and the long-range magical signal transmitter in his hand didn't operate either. He looked at the light on the transmitter in his hand, and the thin red light didn't turn green.
"drop!"
He suddenly saw a green light turn on, followed by a roaring sound in the distance.
"what happened?"
He stared grimly at the distant explosion, realizing it might be a feint, with the magic transmitter emitting a signal.
The firelight illuminated the entire port of Naples, and he could vaguely see a dark object moving in the depths of the sea, which was dimly lit by the firelight.
Then, a sound caught his attention. It wasn't a sound he was very familiar with during his military career, but he remembered it—the engine of a speedboat after it had used a silencer!
A small light suddenly appeared at sea, its brightness barely enough to attract his attention—night blindness was still prevalent within the church's territory, even among the members of the Restoration Army.
Something about the length of a person was creating waves on the sea. He saw it; the round thing was rushing ashore, with several packages being towed by a steel frame behind the black cylinder.
"Quick, quick, the stuff has arrived!"
He pressed the magic signal transmitter, turning the signal green.
"Signal received, Captain, mission accomplished."
"Hmm, hard to port, descent depth 100."
"Received. Hard port, descent depth 100."
On the Type 21 attack submarine USS Nautilus, the cramped space and silence created a narrow hell. Submarines are not paradises, but the crew members are under constant pressure. Although their food rations and allowances are the best, not everyone can tolerate the environment when the submarine is on a mission.
The submarine just used its weapons for the first time. The Nautilus launched a zero-depth torpedo at a predetermined location, containing three hundred Martini-Henry rifles and five hundred thousand rounds of ammunition.
Of course, no one in the church noticed that the demon warships had arrived at the Holy Church's coastal waters for the first time.