Magic Crystal Cannons had additional destructive power against buildings and terrain. Ghost Ships and Assault Boats were also a type of building.
In the first wave, an odd number of Magic Crystal Cannons fired, and a total of four shots hit three ghost ships.
In the center of the ghost ship's hull, where the cannon was located, a large hole with a diameter of several meters was pierced through by the powerful magic energy. Seawater gushed in. This power was comparable to the full blow of a Lord-level master.
One of the ghost ships was unlucky enough to be hit by two of the cannons and was torn into two or three pieces. The Naga warriors and slave warriors on the ship were also killed or injured. The survivors could only jump into the sea.
Bai Xiaowen finally understood what the "additional destructive power" of the Magic Crystal Cannons meant. It was completely different from the effect of the cannons on the Steam Elemental Lord. It was much stronger.
The cannons effectively prevented the ghost ship from approaching.
"Set sail!"
Cecilia cut the rope, and the tattered sails of the ghost ship fell down. The magic array was activated, and the ghost ship sailed in the direction of the deserted island.
The Assault Boats' short-distance speed was faster than the ghost ship's starting speed. Soon, the first batch of Assault Boats crashed into the side deck of the ghost ship one after another. However, they were blocked by the automatically operating magic defense runes.
If it were an ordinary ship, the Assault Boats would definitely crash into the hull, causing its speed to decrease greatly. If they were unlucky, they would be hit by multiple Assault Boats at the same time. It was possible for the ship to capsize.
However, the ghost ship's huge size was very stable. The collision of the Assault Boats only caused the ship to shake a little.
On the surface of the sea in the distance, on a ghost ship that was slightly larger than an ordinary model, a skinny old Naga with a walking stick coughed and said, "What a majestic ship … Only the noble Naga race is qualified to pilot this ship. We must take it back! "
"Yes, Sir Molken." On the two rows of ghost ships, one on the left and one on the right, nearly ten Naga leaders responded in unison. Their voices were loud and clear.
Bai Xiaowen's eyesight was very good. In the control room, he saw the old Naga Molken with an extraordinary aura through the porthole. He narrowed his eyes slightly and recalled the information about the three underwater Naga bases.
"The three bases are respectively managed by three Amotava priests. The names of the three priests were Morken, Gershwin, and Orwin. Among them, the female Naga priest Gershwin has been killed, and there are only two left … This old man should be one of them, but I don't know where the other one is. "
Bai Xiaowen's thoughts were slightly divergent....... that guy.........................................................
"Dio! The monster is climbing our ship! "Cecilia looked down from above and had a clear view of the ship.
Bai Xiaowen could also sense with his spiritual power that the first batch of slave warriors who came on the assault boats were already holding bone knives and other weapons in their mouths. They grabbed the gaps on the ship's hull with their strong claws and jumped onto the Specter in no time.
Of course, as the ghost warship sailed, more and more unlucky souls were thrown into the sea. ...........................................
Soon, the first batch of slave warriors climbed onto the deck.
Bai Xiaowen controlled the activation magic array of the ghost ship, but he did not enter the battlefield himself. He waved his hand, and the Butcher's huge body landed on the deck. The decaying fog was activated, and the slave warriors felt as if they had fallen into a swamp. Their health points slowly decreased under the corrosion of the poison.
Delifa, Skeleton Warriors, and other elite summoned creatures also appeared. Together with the Butcher, they quickly cleared the first batch of slave warriors.
On the ghost ship opposite, the old Naga Molken stared coldly at the porthole of the control room, as if he could see Bai Xiaowen through the porthole. He opened his mouth full of sharp teeth and spat out, "Continue to charge. Don't let him escape!"
The ghost ship did not dare to enter the range of the giant ship's magic crystal cannons, and could only rely on the charge boats to approach. The ghost ship had already rushed to the shallow sea near the island.
"Dior! If we don't slow down, the ship will run aground! "Cecilia reminded.
Bai Xiaowen's clear voice came from the control room. "It's okay … Cecilia, sit tight!"
Boom!
The ghost ship suddenly rushed onto the deserted island. The steel ram in front was deeply embedded in the sand, and the whole island seemed to tremble.
On the ghost ship behind, the Naga army cheered. Now, the ghost ship had nowhere to go, and there was no way to escape with speed.
The second wave of assault boats flew over. This time, there was no need to hit the giant ship. In the shallow water, the slave warriors rushed into the water one after another, stepping on the calf-deep water as they rushed to the stranded giant ship.
This time, the slave warriors could bypass the position guarded by the Butcher and surround the giant ship to climb up.
Cecilia drew her bow and shot a slave warrior, but there were too many of them. Soon, many slave warriors climbed onto the deck.
Cecilia simply stood on the crossbar, with her back against the sails, and launched the arrow formation! A rain of arrows fell, and the blood rose poison exploded. A large group of slave warriors died, and the few remaining slave warriors were found and killed by the skeleton swordsmen.
The second wave of attack was also blocked.
Bai Xiaowen walked out of the control room and closed the door. He quickly sensed a cold gaze that was filled with powerful mental strength.
Looking sideways, Bai Xiaowen saw the old Naga, Moore.
The two "people" looked at each other from a distance, separated by an ocean. They were like two chess players who were playing a game of chess with the chess pieces in their hands.
"Sir Moore, the strength of the slave warriors is too weak, and they are seriously restrained by the zombie monsters. I request to lead the elite halberd-wielding warriors to charge! "On one of the ghost ships, a strong Naga general shouted.
Moore shook his head slowly.
"No, this human prophet named Dior is very mysterious. His breath is not strong, but powerful priests like Netulu and Geshwin, and even Lord Wazzatas were defeated by him. He is not to be underestimated!" Moore said coldly. "Abieze, you are one of the few warriors of the Naga race. You can't take the risk for nothing. At least force the opponent to show his true strength! "
"Then what does Sir Moore mean?"
"Select an elite halberd-wielding warrior team from each ship and lead the slave warriors for the third charge! Maintain the pressure and force out the hidden means of the human prophet Dior! "Moore touched his chin with wrinkled scales and said in a deep voice.
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