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Dozens of black shadows soared into the sky from behind the Semitic fleet. They spread their wide black robes and pounced on the three battleships like ferocious vultures.
These lichs had been hiding in the Semitic fleet for most of the day. Seeing the repeated failures of the fleet in front, they finally couldn't help themselves and rushed out from behind.
As lichs, they are qualified to have access to the high-level secrets of the undead, and they have all seen the information that the lich Edwood stole from Naian City.
Therefore, when the three tall battleships of the human race appeared, they immediately attracted their attention.
Especially when I saw that the battleship could still sail at high speed without using sails, I immediately judged that this kind of battleship must have made use of the ‘force’ mentioned in the information~!
As the battleship sailed at high speed, the billowing black smoke rising from the top further confirmed their suspicions.
When they first set foot on this land, they had heard people say that the Naian people had a strange high-level alchemy that created a roaring, huge steel monster.
That monster can easily drag hundreds or thousands of tons of objects, and then travel thousands of miles a day and eight hundred miles a night. It is very powerful.
At the beginning, everyone, including the undead and Semitic people, didn’t take it seriously, thinking that this was just another bunch of bastards from the human race bragging. 13.
However, the oaths made by those people were so categorical that they even swore and swore to the sky and the earth, which made everyone feel suspicious.
Many lichs suspect that the steel monster must have used that magical 'force'.
However, that kind of steel monster has always been in the hinterland of the human race. We can't risk our lives and cross the battle line to go to the human race just to take a look at the rare object.
And now, this kind of warship emitting thick smoke appears in front of them. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for them.
Although that type of warship is extremely tall and powerful, there are only three of them after all. Compared to the hundreds or thousands of Semitic warships here, they are really too few.
As the saying goes, a good dog cannot fight against a pack of wolves.
The huge numerical advantage also made the Liches very emboldened, and they wanted to seize the three warships and take them back for further study.
As long as you can copy the enemy's technology and use it on yourself, you will definitely be even more powerful. And you can also be favored and reused by the high priest.
But what annoyed them was that no matter how hard the Semitic people tried, they could never get within fifty meters of the three human warships.
This provoked everyone to yell at me: the Semitic navy is a waste of money.
Later, when these lichs saw that the Semitic navy had no other use than wasting the opponent's cannonballs, they finally could no longer hold back and took action themselves.
When they took off, the human fleet was only a mile or two away from them.
Almost in the blink of an eye, dozens of lichs flew over the battleship.
Their black figures like vultures hovered above the battleship for a while, and then suddenly swooped down~!
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Andreassen leaned forward, leaning on the top of a mast, raising his head and looking at the lichs rushing towards him from the sky.
At this time, although the artillery under his feet was roaring and spitting out flames, and the crossbow arrows and stones fired by the Semitic warships were rustling, he was so happy that he could hardly close his mouth.
One lich costs one thousand gold coins, two lichs cost two thousand gold coins, three lichs...well, forget it, it's a lot of gold coins anyway.
What a good day it is today~~!
How could you have so much money delivered to your door automatically?
Even excluding the 35% personal income tax that must be paid to... the Longdao City Hall...
Thinking of this, the smile on his face froze for a moment. He cursed several times in his mind: You son of a bitch. Then he realized that thinking about tax rates affected his current happy mood, so he decided to ignore it.
At this time, the lich was getting closer and closer. He rolled up his sleeves vigorously and murmured: "I must make enough money today~!"
Then he took a deep breath of the air-conditioning that smelled like gunpowder smoke, and said with a ferocious smile: "You guys, I'm here~!"
He jumped up and disappeared on the deck of the Victory. His whole body turned into a black shadow and rushed towards the Lich in the air like a cannonball.
Anderson went straight to the lich flying at the front.
The lichs in the air made sharp and piercing whistles while hovering over the fleet, looking for opportunities to strike.
Immediately, he discovered the black shadow bouncing off the deck of the battleship. But his speed was too fast. As soon as the lich saw him leaving the deck, the figure had already appeared in the crowd of lichs.
The leader of the lich felt his eyes flash as the human appeared in front of him, looking at him with a half-smiling expression.
The lich was horrified.
No one has ever been able to get so close to him, and he immediately prepared to gather a dark spell to shoot at him.
Anderson raised his fist, laughed ferociously, and punched the Lich hard on the chest.
The Lich he hit flew backwards like a stone, fell from the sky, and then, under the action of huge inertia, smashed through the deck of the Semitic warship below and fell into the ship's body.
Andreasen chased after him with his head down, diving headlong into the large hole opened by the Semitic warship, and punched the Lich down again as he tried to stand up.
The huge force penetrated the middle deck of the ship, and both Anderson and Lich fell into the bottom cabin.
The Semitic naval soldiers in the cabin were immediately frightened by the figure that suddenly fell from the sky. They watched blankly as Anderson punched a lich that they regarded as a god and smashed it into pieces, and then picked up the lich.
The twisted black phylactery, weighed in his hands with a smile, flew out from the broken deck again.
Someone bravely came to the damaged area, carefully looked at the sky outside through the hole, but found nothing.
Only the human-shaped hole was left, which could prove that what just happened was real and not a strange nightmare.
When Anderson took action, the lichs in the sky had no time to react and watched helplessly as one of them was pressed down by a human from the air.
They didn't react until both of them disappeared into the ship.
The lichs couldn't help but look at each other in shock.
They didn't know when humans had such masters of both magic and martial arts.
A person like this who can fly in the sky and knock down lichs with his bare hands should not be unknown.
But they have never heard of it.
However, this was not the time to be in a daze, that fatal human being rushed up from the ship again.
The lichs looked at each other, then dispersed and fled in all directions.
Andreassen missed the target this time and couldn't help but curl his lips and muttered: "Coward."
He scanned the air, spotted a target, jumped up and chased after it.
At this time, Andreessen was like an eagle, chasing a flock of black doves flying all over the sky.
He easily dodged the lich's spell. The lich he was targeting was so frightened that it flew up and down and tried to escape.
And what frightened the Lich the most was that during their desperate counterattack, even if a spell hit him, it was like an egg hitting a stone, with no effect.
Andreessen was like a huge hammer. Every time he hit it, a lich would scream and fall from the sky.
But no matter how powerful Anderson was, he was only one person and could only chase one lich around at a time. There were dozens of them wandering above the battleship, but they just didn't dare to get together again.
The scattered lichs were preparing to rush onto the battleship and start a massacre on the deck. Suddenly, a dazzling holy light lit up above their heads.
A sacred spell shot from behind the lich without any warning, shrouding an unsuspecting lich in white light.
The lich's piercing screams came from the holy light.
The lichs in the surrounding airspace were like rabbits, immediately frightened and fled far away.
Several white figures were hovering in the air. They were the Silver Wing Guards who came from Fantino. As a reserve team for the battlefield, they had been on guard in the east of the battlefield. After seeing the Lich appear, they immediately squeezed out the people.
.Come for reinforcements.
At this time, the lichs had regrouped above the heads of the Western Semitic navy and were ready to move.
With only a few Blade Knights and Dervishes, they can overwhelm their opponents with their numerical advantage.
But at this moment, more than a dozen Silver Wing Knights who saw the light of the holy magic came to support and confronted the lich in the air.
A group of priests wearing white robes also appeared on the deck of the battleship.
Some of them were chaplains accompanying the ship, and some came from the rear for reinforcements before departure.
The human fleet suddenly became as difficult to attack as a hedgehog.
An angry scream sounded from the rear of the Semitic fleet, and it spread throughout the battlefield instantly.
This voice was like an order. The undead war fortress, which was chasing a fierce battle under the clouds, forcibly left the Zhan battlefield and swooped down from the air towards the battleship on the sea.
The combination of the Blade Guards and the Dervishes is a powerful weapon against the Lich, but it is not very effective against the Dark Mage hiding in the War Fortress.
Under the urging of the commanding lich behind them, dozens of war fortresses approached the sea.
The 2nd Maple Leaf Danlin Flying Wing led by Elena rushed to stop them, and the Eagle Fighter Squadron also accelerated and rushed over.
Today's battle at sea has always been the focus. Blocking the Semitic navy from landing is the main task.
A rapid whistle sounded on the battleship Victory, and the officers shouted loudly: "Air defense alert, air defense alert~!"
The sailors immediately took action, and the sailors who were busy on the mast quickly slid down and hid in the cabin.
The sound of air defense sirens quickly spread throughout the fleet. The artillerymen operating the 40mm cannons on the high-speed gunboats were firing fiercely, blasting the Semitic warships not far away. In the extreme excitement, the artillerymen only had targets in their eyes.
At this time, the officers shouted loudly behind them: "Stop fighting, aim at the sky, air defense, air defense~!"
The artillerymen suddenly woke up and quickly turned their guns towards the airspace above the fleet.
The 40mm gun has a long barrel and a relatively straight trajectory. It is currently the only weapon that can be used as an anti-aircraft gun.
The battlefield of the air battle shifted to the sky above the fleet. More than a dozen dark spells fired from magic cannons fell from the sky and landed in the sea near the fleet with no accuracy. One of them flew dangerously past the mast of the Invincible.
The dark mage showed a desperate attitude, completely ignoring the fact that there was still his own fleet on the sea.
Following the traces of dark spells, several black war fortresses were far ahead in the sky, swooping down at high speed.
The officers on the gunboats immediately pointed out the targets to the artillerymen. Hundreds of artillery pieces on dozens of gunboats raised their barrels, spit out flames, and fired at the war fortress in the sky.
The height of the undead war fortress is only about a thousand meters, but it is still some distance away from the battleship fleet, so it is still outside the range of the artillery.
However, these are not professional anti-aircraft guns. There are no timed fuzes, so air defense operations can only block the airspace with dense barrages.
This kind of shooting does not require precision. All it takes is to quickly project artillery shells in front of the enemy's flight path. The dense artillery shells will form a net and destroy the war fortress that crashes into this net.
With their own lives and safety at stake, the artillerymen fired desperately at the reloading ammunition, and the firelight flashed on dozens of high-speed gunboats.
The undead war fortress did not realize that there was deadly artillery fire waiting for them ahead, and they still charged and opened fire, trying to get rid of the human war fortress that was chasing closely behind them.
More than a dozen dark spells fell from the sky, shooting from the air five or six miles away. The accuracy can be imagined.
Most of the dark spells hit the sea, but there was another piece of shit luck. It hit the mizzen mast of the Sovereign. The tall mast was broken in the middle. It first hit the side of the ship, and then fell into the
nautical miles.
Immediately a group of sailors rushed out of the cabin, wielding axes and machetes, cutting and breaking the ropes connecting the masts to prevent them from hindering the navigation of the battleship.
The loss of half of the sail did not have much impact on the speed of the Sovereign. Driven by the steam engine, the Sovereign was still heading at a high speed of nearly twenty knots.
As the distance got closer, the undead war fortress plunged into the gunboat's fire net.
The war fortress flying ahead suddenly burst into flames and hit a cannonball.
The hit war fortress paused suddenly, then swayed upwards, trying to escape from the battlefield.
Several war fortresses that broke into the ground fire network were hit one after another - more than 400 small-caliber guns focused their fire on them.
One of them even rolled down from the air and crashed into the middle of the Semitic fleet, splashing water columns dozens of meters high and causing cheers from the sailors on the gunboat.
The War Fortress, which was swooping down towards the battleship, thought it was an Eagle fighter jet attacking them. They hurriedly ran away to avoid it, and some clever ones even dropped a cloud of black smoke behind them to block their sight.
They had just escaped when more than a dozen war fortresses rushed up from behind and opened fire on the fleet from outside the range.
The lichs also screamed and rushed up from behind, harassing the Blade Guards who were guarding the fleet.
Andreassen gritted his teeth. Faced with the waves of attacks from the dark mage, he, the dragon clan, also felt a little overwhelmed.
Fighting like this for a few hours would be enough to exhaust one, but the number of demons was enough for them to fight for several days.
The demons and dark mages could go back and change people when they were tired, but they couldn't because everyone was here.
Andreasen was already suffocating with his anger as he kept playing the cat-and-mouse game with the lichs.
He snorted coldly. A full-metal spear suddenly appeared in his hand. Anderson put away his game mentality and prepared to have a good fight with the lich.
"Hey, you got the guy," Flory's laughter came from the side, and he joked: "Who pissed off our big brother?"
Anderson glanced at him angrily and said, "Why are you running here instead of squatting in Fantino?"
"It's so boring over there." Flory smiled playfully, spreading his hands, and said, "There isn't even a single valuable prey. I was surprised, but I didn't expect that they would all come to you."
Flory shook the silver sword in his hand and said proudly: "Brothers, we have only managed to get seven of them now. There are so many people and they are not evenly divided. I only come here to fight against the autumn wind. Do you have any objections?"
"Seven~!" Andreasen smacked his tongue. He just opened the door here, and these guys who usually don't do their jobs have hugged seven.
"We must not let them compete~!" Andreassen swore secretly in his heart, gripped his spear and charged forward.
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Captain Glendine looked at the time, with a somewhat uneasy expression on his face.
The first mate noticed that the captain was checking his watch frequently at this moment. Three or four hours had passed since the battle, and the sky was starting to get dark. It would really be detrimental to the battleship to delay the battle at night.
But facing waves of enemies like a tidal wave, everyone in the fleet could only grit their teeth and persevere.
First Mate Jack calculated that if the fire continues like this, it will be difficult for the ammunition on the ship to last until tomorrow. He approached the captain and whispered: "Sir, do you want to moderately reduce the rate of fire?"
Captain Glendine shook his head decisively and said: "Hit, hit hard, morale cannot be reduced."
"But……"
Captain Glendine suddenly smiled and said: "It's nothing, but if we can't win before dark, it means failure for us."
First Officer Jack glanced at the Semitic fleet covering the sea not far away, shook his head slightly, and thought to himself: How could it be possible before dark~!
Even if the number of battleships were doubled, it would still be difficult to defeat such a large Semitic navy in one day.
"We have done our best, and now it is fate that determines the outcome of the war." Captain Glendine stretched his waist, took out a half-smoked cigar, lit it, and sat leisurely in his seat, listening to the battleship
The roar of the steam engine and the roar of the steam engine.
"Destiny?!" First mate Jack was stunned for a moment. In his impression, this captain, who came from a grassroots background and had been rolling in the waves for decades, never believed in any nonsense fate. This old guy didn't even respect the God of Light.
"Are you... losing your confidence?" the first mate thought to himself.
Captain Glendine suddenly smiled and said: "The sea is more difficult to figure out than the women in my family. The waves on the sea are treacherous and anything can happen."
As if to prove the captain's words, a soldier ran into the command room and shouted nervously: "Report from the lookout, a new fleet has been discovered in the southwest, and the number is extremely large."
The officers in the command room were all stunned for a moment, and then their expressions changed drastically.
"Damn it, the enemy still has reinforcements~!" First Officer Jack's face instantly turned very ugly. Coming from the west, there could only be demon fleets. To the west of Fantino, in addition to Delon City, which was still surrounded by the Derosi Empire,
, there are no countries in the United Nations camp anymore.
The fleet led by the Victory was able to withstand the Semitic navy with extremely powerful firepower, but the situation was becoming more and more difficult, and it was about to come into close combat with the enemy.
If a new enemy force suddenly comes up, the entire fleet will probably be trapped by the enemy.
Captain Glendine flicked off the ash from his cigar, looked towards the southwest sea, and murmured: "Is it finally here? I've been waiting for you for a long time."
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