Chapter 170
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"Moo!"
With a low roar, the black cannonballs exploded. The jagged and sharp metal shrapnel pierced into the huge body of the Manatee like a thousand knives. The sea beneath the Manatee's feet was dyed red. The Manatee twisted its body and looked at the two ferocious warships with its huge eyes.
Bang!
It fell heavily, and the sea was splashed with terrifying waves. It was like a wall of blood was crashing towards the warships. Yarlin was standing at the front. He narrowed his eyes and observed the Manatee. It was almost covered in wounds. Its body was mottled with shrapnel, and its hard scales were riddled with holes.
"What a shocking life force! But it's at the end of its rope. " He pursed his lips, took off his gloves, and threw them on the deck. The cannons behind him fired another round of fierce volley, and the blood wall that was rushing toward him exploded into holes. It was like a shattered mirror, and a huge shadow rushed out from behind. The terrifying golden nose ring made a terrifying whistling sound as it stirred up the air.
In the blink of an eye, countless strands of black silk shot out, twisting into a long, wriggling snake in the air. It bit down viciously on the Manatee's body. Ya Erlin leapt into the air and stomped down on the Manatee's back.
There was a greasy touch under his feet. The black whip pulled upwards. The shrapnel and broken scales embedded in the Manatee's body acted as a ladder for Yarlin to use. The black whip was like a strange python swimming on the Manatee's body. A white figure seemed to be chasing behind it.
In just a few breaths, the black whip wrapped around the Manatee's nose ring. The whip was like a swinging swing. In the Manatee's round eyes, Yarlin jumped on top of the Manatee's head.
Two of the Manatee's horns had pierced through the remains of a warship. Flesh and blood were stained on the horns and dripping down. Yarlin's fingers tightened and the black threads shot towards the two horns like a rubber band fixed on a slingshot.
The Manatee under his feet sensed danger and shook its body frantically. However, its huge body and short limbs could not be considered agile. It could not hit Yarlin who was standing on its head.
The Manatee lowered its head and smashed towards the surface of the sea. The fierce wind whistled in Arlen's ears, and his expression turned cold. His entire body was thrown high into the air like a stone shot from a slingshot. Then, he suddenly bounced back at a certain point, and fell back down at a speed faster than the Manatee.
Bong！
The moment they collided, the shockwaves from the collision shattered the surrounding air. Terrifying shockwaves reverberated through the air, and it was as if a sudden clap of thunder had exploded above the battlefield. The back of the Manatee's head caved in at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the intense friction seemed to cause the air to become strangely layered. The refracted light was dense, and Ya Erlin's figure seemed to be strangely elongated.
His shoes and trousers were all torn. The muscles on his calves were knotted and the blood vessels protruded ferociously like countless earthworms crawling under his skin. The soles of Yarlin's feet were a little numb. He looked at the collapsed "work" under his feet. The skin and flesh on the back of the Manatee's head had cracked open, revealing the bloody skull. The skull was caved in and was covered with cracks.
Boom!
His eyes were full of vertigo symbols. The huge body of the Manatee smashed into the sea and a circle of monstrous waves exploded around it. The whole battlefield seemed to have paused at this moment. The eyes of both sides of the battlefield were focused on the scene. The monstrous waves fell back like a falling white curtain.
The curtain fell, revealing a gigantic body floating on the surface of the sea. It didn't move at all, and no one knew if it was dead or alive. Compared to the size of the sea monster, Arlen's body was like an insignificant ant. However, everyone's attention was focused on the 'tiny' figure. Beneath the figure was a shocking 'wreckage' that had collapsed.
"Oh my God …"
Most of the members of the 16th Marine Branch and the Evil Dragon Pirates had these three words in their minds.
The two Battleships went around the "corpse" of the Manatee and sailed towards the battlefield. The ferocious muzzles turned towards the direction of the coast. The roaring sound of the cannons was like pressing the "play" button again. The roars and shouts returned to the clamor, but the voices of the Evil Dragon Pirates seemed to be a little lower. The voices of the Marines seemed to have suddenly become a little louder.
No matter what conflicts and frictions there were between the 16th Marine Branch and the 153 Branch, in the end, they were all wearing the same uniform. When they stepped into the battlefield, they were all Marines.
The rumbling cannonballs drew a parabola, one by one, the murlocs who couldn't dodge in time were smashed into minced meat. Then, the warships came straight to the shore. The sides of the warships were flattened outwards, and rows of neatly lined up navy stepped into the battlefield.
Without any delay, a row of bullets rained down on the battlefield, giving off the feeling that a strict killing machine was operating at high speed. A cold, austere, and cruel aura assaulted everyone's senses.
Whether it was the pirates or the Marines, they immediately felt the difference of the Marines who had just stepped into the battlefield. It was a completely different feeling from the Marines of the 16th Marine Branch. The kind of collective killing intent and the highly efficient discipline of killing were obviously forged through blood and fire.
"Shoot!"
"Shoot!"
"Shoot!"
The indifferent order was repeated in a flat tone. The dense gunfire followed a very rhythmic frequency, and the bullets reaped the lives of the Fishman.
When approaching the center of the battlefield, the Marines didn't hesitate to put their guns behind their backs and pulled out their swords from their waists. The formation was divided into groups of three to five people. They relied on each other and cooperated with each other to kill the pirates.
"When did such a Marine appear in this sea?" Croobi's eyelids twitched. He saw a burly Fishman raise his sword and slash at the Marine. As a result, two Marines raised their swords and blocked it. Then a third Marine followed and stabbed him in the stomach. The other two Marines didn't move at all. They were just alert to the danger next to them.
"Damn it!"
Croop took a deep breath, took a step forward, and broke a Marine's ribs with his palm. At the same time, he pulled his hands to the side. His arms swept past two Marines who were trying to assassinate him, and at the same time, he retracted his arms and quickly struck out again, smashing the remaining two Marines. Croop took a deep breath and stepped forward. He broke a Marine's ribs with his palm. At the same time, he pulled his hands back and quickly struck out, smashing the remaining two Marines.
In an instant, he killed five Marine elites. Croobi was extremely fierce. Then his back suddenly became numb. He immediately turned around and raised his forearm. Dazzling sparks flashed from the side of his arm like a guillotine, and blood spurted out.
"I can't let you kill the Marines of the branch so easily. I still have some blood debts to pay." A Marine wearing strange heart-shaped glasses had a circular saw hanging from his fingertips. He glanced at Croobi and said to the Marine soldier next to him: "Leave this man to me."
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