"Pity!"

On the battlefield between the fishmen and the green dragon, and on the ghost ship's side, Basaro's lowered eyes showed a look of regret.

His secret eye is broken!

And the last scene before being broken...it is probably very difficult for the fish-man priest Matiz to survive.

What a pity!

After Roderick was drowned, he took a lot of trouble to get Matez on board.

Even if he can't defeat the opposing coalition forces this time, he just can't get the Storm Horn. After the storm subsides, as long as Matez cooperates, he will be able to return here sooner or later and compete for the position of Pirate King again.

In the plan, he used ordinary sahuagin as bait, but for Matez, he actually kept it swimming away.

However, the bronze dragon and the green dragon made two lightning attacks one after the other...

"The range of perception is beyond imagination, and there are various spell preparations, especially the green dragon... you can't have direct contact with them!"

"However, if Matez dies and loses its control, the sahuagin will surely revive their crazy nature and drag them there for a short time. It won't be a problem."

"When the tide of blood-sucking insects arrives, even if we can't keep them all, their power will be greatly depleted!"

Barçalo quickly put aside that regret. The living Matez was his partner, and the dead Matez only deserved one or two regrets from him.

Now, the most important thing is to take the opportunity to attack the United Fleet and see if it can gain the attention of the goddess!

If the goddess is still as "reserved" as ever...it's not like he has no follow-up plans, even for his next family!

He's not Roderick!

There was an aura of filth and weirdness in the evil, and Roderick's mental power fluctuated extremely vaguely somewhere in the ghost ship.

Immediately, first this one, and then six other ghost ships, the black smoke on the ship began to gather crazily. From the hull and bottom of the ship, formed by this evil and filthy dark power, streaks looked like giant octopuses. The tentacle-like black energy stretched out like a demon, twisting wildly.

Some other giant skeletons, which were originally like specimens and hung on the ship, also started to tremble at this time.

There were also some ghost-like black smoke creatures that appeared from nowhere and let out a cold and sly smile.

The ghost ship has truly entered war mode!

Everyone in the cabin who was performing the "Calling the Storm" ceremony was immediately aware of this change.

Their thoughts were immediately distracted, and many people's eyes turned directly to the priests who were presiding over the ceremony.

"The opponent has entered the game. In three minutes, stop the ceremony and prepare to attack the fleet!"

Barcelona's dry and cold voice was transmitted from one ghost ship to another, and then to the next one...

He didn't even mention that Matez might have used his own flesh and blood as part of the bait!

Of course, even if he mentioned it, the sahuagin priest here would probably not cause any unnecessary trouble.

The sahuagin have always been cold-blooded, and these people might be even more excited after Matiz died, because it means that their status in the sahuagin tribe has moved forward in the order.

In response to Basalo's voice, although everyone in the seven ghost ships continued to pray, coldness and cruelty quickly appeared in their eyes.

…

The bronze dragon teleported to attack and directly pulled out the hidden four-armed fishman priest, and then fought many giant sharks alone.

The totem holy guard even transformed into the form of a thunder dragon. In a short period of time, he first killed the four-armed fishman priest and retreated in panic, and then defeated the besieging fishman barons in a blink of an eye until they were unable to fight back.

The green dragon also followed up with a teleport and added various spells. Almost instantly, the four-armed fishman priest who had withdrawn from the battlefield was almost destroyed.

Seeing this, old Morgan finally stopped hiding.

Lightning speed!

Dance of the storm!

Dark blue aura, countless sword shadows, and a tornado-like sword curtain swept out.

And at the speed of lightning, almost in an instant, this sword curtain storm directly penetrated a battlefield.

Countless broken bones and flesh, scarlet blood spreading like thick fog, even the infinity of the sea could not digest them in an instant.

"Another sword. It seems to be more capable of breaking demons and being sharp. I'm afraid the quality won't be much worse than the Ice Storm Sword."

"With this sword, combined with his martial arts, the instant explosive power is something that no one can ignore."

With the old man's sudden display of power, Isaac's figure split apart and transformed into an eight-headed dragon again, and dispersed at once, confusing the great white shark's collision.

He pointed at the four-armed fishman priest again, and fired a dimensional anchor to instantly lock its escape path.

Immediately, the four giant dragons strangled and pounced on the great white shark, while the other four smashed into the fishman priest again.

The effect of the acceleration technique is still there, and the aquatic trident is also in the claws. This is really the speed of lightning, and considering his size...

Simply, the Changhong shines through the sun, its majesty is infinite.

However, at this time, Old Morgan's outburst still caused his eyes to diverge slightly.

Back then, in the battle when the old man sent him the Ice Storm Sword, if he hadn't had the flying advantage, and if it hadn't been for the Dragonfly Army's desperate efforts, I might not have been able to defeat him!

This old man still has some uses!

For a split second, he came back to his senses and caught up with the fish-man priest. He controlled the power of ice and faced the combo of its double halberds. Thousands of blue rays rained down from the ice storm sword.

!

"Ice Storm Sword!"

The green dragon's attention was attracted by Old Morgan's outburst.

Old Morgan's eyes also turned to him.

The eyes really hide some complex colors.

In the past, the Ice Storm Sword that he used most easily was now more powerful than ever in the hands of the green dragon!

Coupled with the dimensional anchor that locks various teleportation techniques...

Seeing the green dragon's collision, the twin halberds were scattered, and the ice power released indiscriminately from the Ice Storm Sword began to freeze the body of the fishman priest again.

Behind him, the great white shark was entangled in four mirror images and was unable to escape for a while.

The complex look in old Morgan's eyes flashed and then quickly disappeared.

He had truly reconciled with the green dragon and had given up all his unnecessary thoughts. He had no hope for the Ice Storm Sword. How could he still ask the five-color dragon to spit out the treasure that he had swallowed and used so easily?

?

Not to mention, looking at the Green Dragon's continuous upgrades over the years, especially the mastery of spells such as "Dimensional Anchor", coupled with the resources brought by his huge wealth... He just doesn't call friends, and only uses his own strength.

, I am afraid that we are sure to truly retain the legendary level!

Thinking of this, the figure flickered, as if taking a step, and missed a step between several fish-man warriors who were rushing towards them without fear of death. The long sword in his hand naturally drew an arc, and between the necks of the two fish-men, a blood line started to form.

Darken quickly.

Without looking back at all, Fang walked out from the attack of the fish-men, and his steps turned from slow to fast. With three phantoms in succession, he had appeared on the battlefield between the green dragon and the four-armed fish-man priest.

The power of the giant dragon has always been targeted.

Of course, even if it is not targeted, at the level of Old Morgan, at least the young dragon's power obviously has no effect.

Ahead, the green dragon's violent attacks, either collisions or sword strikes, as well as powerful magical ice, made the four-armed fishman priest unable to fight back. The lightning power on the two halberds was all gone.

The extremely cold frost was rapidly transforming into ice crystals on the body that was shattered by life and death.

Old Morgan appeared silently behind it, his long sword swung, and a storm of sword light swept across.

There is a green dragon in front of him, a legendary swordsman in the back, his body is frozen and sluggish, and he has many injuries...

"Creator…"

A round of sword light from behind pierced the vital points where the fishman priest had no armor.

The green dragon in front also completely broke through the trident, and the ice storm sword sank directly into the face of the fishman priest, and the power of ice froze its vitality instantly.

In the soul, after a few sounds of na na, in the eyes of the fish-man priest that were still open, all the expressions were completely dimmed and extinguished.

all of these.

There is no concept of sadness, but without any restrictions, you still have a considerable number of sahuagin, and they are finally completely aroused by the blood in the surrounding water.

They all swung their spears and iron forks, whether it was giant dragons, humans, or sea elf knights, no matter how strong or weak they were, they were all surrounded and killed by them crazily.

This madness, even if the bronze dragon's power has been activated, it can't protect many sea elves.

In the battle formation, sea elf knights, dolphins, even bull fish and sea slugs were constantly being sacrificed.

There are more sahuagin and giant sharks.

This is getting more and more bloody...

Flowing upward rapidly from the bottom of the sea, the continuous blood mist seemed to be getting more and more stimulated, and its speed became faster and faster.

…

The ghost fleet has entered into combat mode and is rapidly emerging from the deep sea.

All the believers of the Ocean Goddess stopped praying, and the ceremony also stopped.
To be continued...