"The Saint Sophia is on fire!" On the Enterprise, Laing and the others were observing the battle. Seemingly afraid of the Enterprise's power, the undead battleship did not plan to get close to the Enterprise at all. The two sides fired at each other from a distance of one or two kilometers, causing countless splashes, but only a few hit.
Initially, Ryan had hoped to turn the situation around through the boarding battle. However, he soon discovered that the Undead Pirates weren't idiots. He had already experienced the bitter consequences of the boarding battle in the previous naval battle.
This time, the undead pirates would not give the Enterprise and the Saint Sophia a chance to board. As long as the Enterprise tried to close the distance, the undead battleship would immediately raise its sails and turn around, not giving them any chance to board.
The ironclad was cumbersome, and its turning and speed were not as fast as the undead battleships. Laing tried to get close with Griffon Impris, but Count Noktelas immediately ordered the gunners to focus fire on Impris. The Griffon could not get close to the enemy at all. After two futile attempts, Laing could only fly back to the Enterprise and continue to wait for an opportunity.
As for group teleportation, where would they teleport to? To the deck of the enemy's ship? Wouldn't that be courting death?
Laing felt very aggrieved, but there was nothing he could do. In a naval battle of this level, the undead fleet had made up their minds not to board, so it was difficult for him to have a chance to show off his individual strength.
The cannons rumbled as the Enterprise fired continuously. Little Sol Green directed the dwarven cannoneers to reload the cannoneers. The mustached man's face was filled with excitement. He laughed wildly, nodded, and narrowed his eyes. "That's right, that's right, Grimnir above, this is the feeling, this is the war I want, big is strong! Fire! Fire! "
Even though Laing was very anxious, he could not help but laugh. Strong ships, sharp cannons, suppressing the enemy with big firepower, this was absolutely politically correct for some people.
"Boom!" The triple-barreled cannons fired together, blasting out three water pillars about 20 meters in front of an undead battleship. The Enterprise shook. Suria and Olica stood behind Laing. Olica had already summoned the Urth Staff and changed into her combat leather clothes. Suria was also fully armed. She could not wait to use Void Dance again. "Laing, the Saint Sophia is on fire. Brother's bridge was hit."
"Yes, they are putting out the fire. Brother Fulgen should be fine, but Pilazzo seems to be injured." Laing used his super vision as a geno prototype to look. He noticed that Fulgen was in a bad state. His silvery, soft hair was covered in cannon fodder. Pilazzo, the deputy commander, was hit by a Dimension Stone Lightning Cannon. He was charred black on the spot. Fortunately, the injury was not serious. Only his chest, waist, and head were damaged by the Dimension Stone Lightning Cannon. It would have been fatal for a normal person, but for Pilazzo, who had been transformed into a Black Star Trooper by the Ancient Holy Incubation Pool, it was just a flesh wound.
"You will have children of that level in the future, right?" Sulia held the monocular. She suddenly recalled the things that Leon had told her bit by bit during this period of time. After a few days, Leon had just told her about how Angelo was becoming more and more retarded. He had begun to install butcher nails on all of his children. He would get angry whenever he had nothing to do and kill his personal guards indiscriminately.
It was hard for Sulia to connect the bloodthirsty madman that Ryan spoke of with the benevolent Uncle Anglo now. But she could understand why Anglo liked to take care of his nephew so much, and why he loved farming and animal husbandry so much. It was a peaceful farm life that seemed unambitious to outsiders.
In short, this was what Angelo wanted, the familial love and idyllic time that he had been dreaming of all his life.
"The original Cast Grey Knight. I'm doing it. I'm doing it. Have I ever lied to you?" Laing commanded the soldiers to reload the cannonballs. He said to Suria, "But their strength is not as good as the potential of Little Frey Derick and Little Derick Derick."
Before he finished speaking, a giant cannonball was shot from afar. Its target was the bridge where Laing was standing.
"Sighing Rose Rosary!" Laing immediately chanted a spell. His reaction speed was beyond the limit of ordinary people. The psionic power of the Grey Knight geno prototype enveloped the entire bridge. The light formed a punishment force field and forcibly deflected the giant cannonball. It brushed past the bridge and blasted into the ocean, creating a 50-meter-tall water column.
Everyone on the bridge swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Even the most confident Little Sol Green knew in his heart that the Enterprise's obsidian armor would not be able to withstand the cannonball.
Laing only felt a little headache. Using a large amount of psionic power so close to the big whirlpool made him a little uncomfortable. But he quickly recovered. Knight King just opened his mouth and was about to say something when not far away, an identical cannonball flew toward the Holy Sophia.
In an instant, the bridge exploded. Flesh and blood splattered everywhere. The bridge's command room was instantly penetrated. Amidst the shards of glass and iron plates, the bridge was on fire. Fugen, who had just returned to the command room and was looking at the sea chart, was blasted off the Saint Sophia and into the sea.
Princess Carolina of the Wood Elves was shocked when she saw the situation. She quickly jumped into the sea.
The Holy Sophia instantly lost its commander. Not far away, another undead battleship "Sauron" and two dark elf battleships carrying a Beth Queen Cannon were rushing towards the Holy Sophia.
"Damn it!" Laing angrily slapped the railing. Forgen's luck was really bad. He shouted at Little Sol Green, "Sol Green, get rid of that undead battleship with a huge cannon!"
"We can't guarantee a hit, Your Majesty!" Little Sol Green shouted from below. "And there aren't many cannonballs left! I suggest we use them to attack enemies at close range! "
"What about the one you prepared before? Use it! "Laing shouted.
"Which one?" Little Sol Green stared blankly. Then he remembered something. "You mean, First Father?"
"Whoosh ~" An undead cannonball emitting green smoke directly bombarded the deck. The cannonball left a mark on the obsidian armor with a thump, then fell down unwillingly beside Little Sol Green.
"The Holy Sophia needs air support!" Laing shouted. "Immediately send the air force to take the initiative to attack the enemy's undead battleship!"
"Understood!" Little Sol Green immediately responded. The few mustaches received the order and rushed to the landing pad for the gyrocopter, braving the cannonballs.
"Get on the gyrocopter! Confirm the target! " The Old Guard musketeers on the deck were shooting at the undead pirate's deck archers and musketeers on the undead battleship. Little Sol Green held a shotgun in his hand and ran for his life. At the same time, he didn't forget to give orders and laugh crazily. "The real battle is about to begin!"
With that, Little Sol Green pulled down the goggles on his head.
The mustaches braved the enemy's cannonballs and rushed to the landing pad at the stern with iron barrels full of dwarven beer (the fuel for the Dwarf gyrocopter's steam engine). "Grimnir Raiden, attack!"
"Attack!"
"Target, three o 'clock! Clear target! "
"Three o 'clock!"
The gyrocopter's propellers spun quickly. The Dwarf helicopter took off. Little Sol Green held the handle and laughed. "First Father is here!"
In the smoke-filled blue sky, the Dwarf Gyrocopter rushed towards the Deathbone at an extremely fast speed. Little Sol Green saw the opportunity and pulled the trigger. "Go to hell! Skeletons, Grimnir curses you! "
The dwarven sulfuric revolving machine guns spat out a series of tongues of flame. The gyrocopters swept past at a low altitude, harvesting the enemies on the deck of the Deathbone. The well-equipped deck archers and deep-sea guards were hit by the tongues of flame and fell in droves.
"Oh ~" Little Sol Green pulled the handle. He saw the opportunity and pressed a button. "You have a special delivery!"
"Whoosh!" A large bomb dropped from the Dwarf gyrocopter Grimnir Raiden. This bomb was named First Father by the Dwarves. Its power was astonishing.
On First Father's body was a parting gift from Mu Xilong's Gun Factory.
“Haveagoodday！”
"Boom!" First Father was here. The bomb landed on the deck of the Undead. The explosion and mushroom cloud rose into the sky. Half of the deck of the Undead was blown up, and even the interior of the cabin was exposed. Little Sol Green only had time to look back. "Oh Granny, did you kill it?"
The answer was yes. The barrel of the Queen Beth Cannon was blown out of the battleship and fell into the sea.
"Yay yay yay ~" Little Sol Green cheered a few times. Several green lights came from behind, and two bullet marks appeared on the armor of the helicopter. Little Beard hurriedly looked back.
A group of Skaven Rat Men's Vitality Stone Flying Machine followed behind. The Dimensional Stone Rat Terrin fired at the Dwarf Gyrocopter. "Beard thing, drop, drop, yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes
"Come on! Damn rat, your Grandpa Sol Green is going to send you to meet the Horned Rat today! "Little Sol Green excitedly roared. The Dwarf gyrocopter lifted up and flew up.
The sky was already filled with all sorts of colors. The spells of the High Elves, the Undead Pirates, the Dark Elves, the Dragon Breaths of the two Dragons, as well as the trajectories of the arrows and cannons. The bitter naval battle was still going on. Fifteen Undead Battleships had already sunk or lost their ability to fight.
However, the High Elves had also paid a huge price. Eight Stardragon Battleships had sunk, and another four had been severely damaged. What made the situation worse for the High Elves was that the Dark Elves' fleet had already entered the battlefield through the empty space between the two columns of the Undead Fleet. The Black Ark's cannons were constantly firing, and the High Elves were having a hard time defending against the Reaper's Ballista Cannons and Magic Missiles.
At the end of the fleet, the Saint Sophia had already been destroyed by the Queen Beth's cannons. The deck, bow, and bridge were all on fire. Fulgen carried the Wood Elf Princess Karona, who had almost drowned, and quickly returned to the ironclad and continued to command the battle. Jinn summoned the Sea Elementals to help protect the ironclad, but there were too many enemies.
Under the protection of Laing's Psionic Force Field and Olica's dark magic, the Enterprise miraculously missed its target. The dark elf fleet seemed to have realized something when they saw Olica's dark spell and did not attack the Enterprise with all their might. At the same time, they did not give the Enterprise any chance to board. The ironclad needed two hours to turn around, and there was no space, so they had to stay at the stern and fight.
Even so, the Enterprise had sunk three undead battleships and destroyed a dark elven warship.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! " Laing was still directing the ironclad warship's port rudder to look for a chance to break into the undead fleet and attack Count Noktras' flagship, the Bloody Reaver. However, Raymond rushed over and shouted at Laing, "Your Majesty, we're out of cannonballs!"
"What?" Laing was shocked.
"Your Majesty, the cannonballs have been used up. There are no more cannonballs." Raymond's face was dark as he cried out, "They're all used up!"
"Ahhhhh!" Juan slammed his fist on the railing. "Goddess of War, please protect your believers!"
Laing's face was as dark as ink. At this critical moment, there were no more cannonballs!
What should he do? Even if he had the gray knight's gene prototype, he could not make any more cannonballs!
What should he do? Without cannonballs, how could he continue?
Did he have to prepare the Enterprise's jade shards, shout "Long live the Emperor!" and charge?
"Damn it! Damn it! "Laing roared." Full rudder to port, full speed ahead! Even if we die, we will die on the charge! "
"Yes, sir!"
After the Enterprise's cannonballs fell silent, the Holy Sophia's cannonballs also fell silent. Lord Kraken, Loxia-Fallen Heart, who was in the tower of the God Bless the Evil Party, saw an opportunity. His face behind the golden Kraken monster mask let out a twisted laugh. "Hey, there are no more cannonballs. The humans' ironclad warships are out of cannonballs!"
"Pass down my order. All fleets, follow the black ark and attack!"
"Yes, sir!"
At the same time, in Ossouin, at the outpost on the Dragon's Spine.
The High Elf Phoenix King Finnuba and his personal White Lion Guards were watching the battle.
At this time, the situation of the High Elf fleet was very bad. Sea Lord Aislin suddenly ordered a full sail turn in the face of the Dark Elf fleet's onslaught. Under the escort of the dragons, the High Elf fleet suddenly turned together and temporarily escaped the pursuit of the Undead fleet. However, the High Elf fleet, which was downwind, could not speed up. It was only a matter of time before they were broken up by the Dark Elf fleet.
"The ironclad warships' attack has stopped. They must be out of cannonballs." Keshir said to Finnuba. "Your Majesty, it is dangerous here. Let's leave quickly and fight again. Your safety concerns the safety of Ossouin!"
Finnuba was watching the battle anxiously. His face was pale and his voice trembled. The Phoenix King felt that his legs were weak and his hands were trembling. When he heard Keshir's words, he swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice, "Call Imric here. I know he is watching nearby."
"Your Majesty?" Keshir did not understand.
"I said, go and get Imrik! Didn't you hear me?! "Finnuba suddenly roared," Tell him that the Phoenix King wants to see him! "
"Yes, sir!" Keshir hurried off.
In less than five minutes, the dragon's roar resounded throughout the Dragon's Spine. The Primordial Luminous Dragon Minatenir carried Prince Imric of Kaldor to Finnuba. Imric raised his chin coldly and arrogantly. "Your Majesty, you were looking for me?"
"Imric, come here, will you?" Finnuba gestured for the prince to come over.
Imric did not quite understand what Finnuba meant. In his eyes, the prince was a weakling and a mascot. However, he was still the elected Phoenix King. The dragon prince walked over and said, "Your Majesty?"
Before he could finish, Finnuba reached out and grasped the prince's hands tightly. His voice was full of emotion. "Imric!"
"Your Majesty, what are you doing?" Even the prideful Dragonprince was a little embarrassed to have his hands held by the Phoenix King. He subconsciously wanted to back away, but Fenuba held on to him tightly. "Imrek, my lord! I beg you! "
"Y-Your Majesty, please say what you want. Please don't do this." Imric did not know what to do with Finnuba's hand. He even blushed. "This is not good."
"Imrek, my lord! Can't you stand with Tyrion against a common enemy and overcome this difficulty together?! " Finnuba almost begged. "Ossouin needs Kaldor, but I, Finnuba, need you, Imric!"
"Your Majesty! It's not that I don't want to help, but Tyrion is just … "Imric got angry at the mention of that and tried to shake off Finnuba's hands." There's no reason for that. "
"Imric, Imric. This is the name of the first primordial dragon tamed by Kaldor the Dragontamer. Do you still remember?" Finnuba gripped Imric's hands tightly and refused to let go. "Look at our home, look at the great Ossouin, look at the volcano beneath our feet, and look at the Great Whirlpool in the distance. Do you still remember, Imric? Your ancestor, Kaldor, sacrificed everything to protect this place! "
"Finnuba, I beg you. Can't you help Tyrion and the others?!" Finnuba continued slowly. The Phoenix King's gaze was sincere and clear.
Finnuba's expression finally changed. Kaldor gently pulled his hands back and felt the warmth of Finnuba's hands. He pondered for a long time and looked at the battle in the distance. After hesitating for a minute and fifty seconds, he finally grit his teeth.
"Your Majesty, I …"
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