The sea wind was fierce, the waves were ups and downs, and an irresistible force surged between the sky and the earth. The sails of the Brunhil were filled with wind, and they swelled up, and the subsequent thrust shook them.
The battleship seems to be riding the wind and waves to move forward rapidly.
However, the battleship seemed to be held in place by a big hand, undulating violently and unable to move forward at all.
If you look down from the sky, the stern of the Brunhil has just been broken open by the black giant ship at the collision angle. The powerful force lifted the hull, almost out of the water, but it was firmly embedded in the deck of the ghost ship that hit it.
The crew member who was not holding on securely was pushed hard from behind and ejected in the forward direction.
Being caught off guard... Griffith raised his hand to block, and a wooden barrel hit the gauntlet hard, spinning and knocking down the nearby sailors. He waved away the debris and stood firm on the deck again.
This collision dealt a heavy blow to the Brunhil. Most of the command team fell into the sea, and the battleship lost control, giving up the dominance of the battlefield.
The deck and artillery deck were filled with people lying everywhere after the impact. Most of the officers and sergeants who did not fall into the sea were injured or fainted in the shock. Almost everyone was lying down or kneeling, looking at the empty ship in horror.
The stern control tower. It had just been ravaged by the sharp collision of the ghost ship, and it was beyond recognition. The damaged cabins and large and small holes in the hull were as transparent as a piece of cheese with a stray mouse.
“Where’s the captain?”
The sailors who recovered from the dizziness shouted in terror. The giant ship from the darkness was biting the stern, and the lightless shadows between the sails and masts were like empty eyes, looking at them dullly.
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“We’re screwed!”
A sailor shouted, which immediately elicited dozens of panicked responses.
“Abandon ship, abandon ship!”
“Alombis, the ship of the dead has bitten us! It will drag us into the bottomless abyss!”
“Our fingernails and toenails will become part of its hull, and our souls cannot be saved!”
There were shouts and cries one after another. Just when they were about to flee, a dense black shadow seemed to surge on the black battleship, like waves on the sea, flickering with dark and pale colors in the night and candlelight.
Light. These figures did not emit any war cries or roars, only a strange clanking sound getting closer and closer, entangled and reverberated with the shuddering sound of the sailors' teeth on the Brunhil.
They twisted their bodies on the deck, masts and even under the ship's side, gathered, passed through the hull embedded together due to the impact, and rushed towards the exposed cabin of the Birren Hill. When they finally appeared in the firelight, humans saw
There were pieces of extremely tattered clothes and rusty armor, which seemed to have been ravaged by time and sea breeze, and would drift away and decay at any time. The dense white bone palms were connected by dry tendons, holding the dark red sword, exuding an extremely strange evil aura.
“Skeleton Soldier!”
“Undead!”
The sailors finally saw the appearance of the enemy clearly. Countless bones and rotten corpses rushed towards them in the darkness. Wearing rusty iron helmets and holding filthy sharp blades, they swept across the broken deck like wild beasts. In this
Deep within the tide of monsters, several huge figures were vaguely moving slowly.
There was a series of "plop-plop" sounds in the air. Several sailors turned around like crazy and jumped into the rolling black sea, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
The sailors, who were frightened by the scene in front of them and were about to go crazy, were in a mess. Without leadership and organization, they fought with each other, pushed each other, and fled to the bow of the ship. Everyone had only one idea left, you push me, you push me,
Trampled into a ball.
“Haha, hahahaha, hahahahaha!”
Amidst the screams and chaotic falls, there was suddenly a burst of crazy laughter. This inexplicable laughter also carried the momentum of thunder from far to near, roaring crazily in the eardrums.
The sailors, who had never heard of this terrifying laughter, stood there in fear, their livers and gallbladders about to burst in despair.
But there were still some people on the Brunhil who gathered in the opposite direction of the rout. Their expressions were firm, as if someone had told them
There is nothing to be afraid of!
A bloody light suddenly flashed across the sky, like crimson lightning piercing the night sky. At this moment, everyone on the battleship felt the hot breath wrapping themselves around them, and the damp and coldness that permeated the sea and sky suddenly disappeared.
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The frightened sailors even felt that they had exerted a lot of fighting spirit and courage out of thin air.
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
There were two explosions in the air. The sailors saw several agile figures shooting at the mast above their heads. The broken cables and heavy sails fell with a roar, and the violently shaking battleship also lost its thrust and became
smooth.
The falling white sails were like theater curtains, making a pleasant whirring sound. The sailors found that every fiber of their being was cheering, as if a good show was about to begin.
In the white sails falling like clouds, a tall and straight figure walked out of the hot red light. He seemed to be the incarnation of this lightning, and the arrogant and violent light vented out.
His body was straight and straight, with two swords hanging on his waist. His right upper arm was parallel to the deck, and his forearm held a silver flintlock gun upward. He stepped steadily and gracefully across the rolled canvas, like a general stepping onto the dance floor of Yingying Yanyan.
Then he came to the dark monster.
His cold eyes swept forward across the black shadow, as if he had chosen his dance partner, and the flintlock gun in his hand pressed down, spraying out patches of golden light.
“Bang!”
This gunshot was enveloped in a sacred and noble aura, sweeping across in a fan shape. The undead that was blocking the front suddenly broke into small pieces, and scattered down one after another.
Under the disbelieving gazes of the sailors, Commander Griffith of the Storm Squadron put away his gun, drew his sword, and swept the blue arc whip wildly, exploding a dazzling electric light among the surging corpse monsters.
The sailors looked at the thousands of knights in awe, and saw the elegant and unstoppable figure tearing apart the black skeletons and corpse monsters as if strolling in a leisurely manner, and then drew out another silver sword with his backhand and waved it up.
Groups of undead creatures turned backwards under the blade of the sword. Their decayed bones were shattered into pieces, and they fell to the ground like humble slaves and never got up.
“Follow the captain!”
“Long live Bijalan!”
Joshua and Lansada shouted in the ranks. They issued bright and holy prayers, illuminating the dark battlefield, revealing the figures of the heavily armed Storm Squadron soldiers. They formed a dense formation,
Without saying a word, he pushed back towards the undead creatures boarding the ship.
The infantry cavalry, wearing helmets and armor, rolled over on the slightly swaying deck. They were overwhelming, and the swords, guns, swords and halberds they wielded all fell down, like three thousand meteors rolling across the sea. The undead creatures blocking them looked like
They were crushed by the mountain peaks, making a rustling sound, and were either broken into bones or pushed into the sea.
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Griffith wields his two swords, and each attack can defeat a group of monsters. His soldiers have long been accustomed to this situation, following behind the commander, crushing the incoming undead creatures efficiently and unstoppably. It doesn't take a moment.
, they rushed to the bridge and gradually recaptured the deck of the Brunhil.
“Charge over and occupy their deck!”
Griffith had fought boarding battles in the east. Heavy ballistae and trebuchets could suppress enemy warships, but it was extremely difficult to completely sink them. Even Birren Hill, who was equipped with artillery, could not do it with the power of cannonballs.
It is also extremely difficult to tear apart a regular battleship.
Once one side gains the upper hand, the next move is to rely on gangs and send elite infantry to board the ship to seize control of the enemy ship in hand-to-hand combat or set it on fire.
While organizing the counterattack, Griffith's brain was also working rapidly.
Could this ghost ship that suddenly appeared be one of the five sealed objects in Odessa, tracking me, or could it be attacking me with the aura of the two sealed objects I captured?
If so, why didn't powerful high-level combat forces immediately appear on the ghost ship to suppress us after the collision, but instead launched an attack with fragile living corpses. Such an attack is terrifying, but it is impossible to stop the powerful extraordinary beings.
Or an elite army.
Strange, I have recaptured the bridge and am about to board the opposite deck. Why hasn’t the high-level combat force on the opposite side moved? Could it be that there was no such power from the beginning and it was just this ghost ship that came to attack me?
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Is this possible? Are the people of Odessa so stupid? Send me two sealed artifacts and my sister first, and then send me a ship?
Griffith's eyes became cold and sharp. He stopped his steps and let the infantry cavalry lined up to fight back pass him:
“Where are Desai, Joshua, and Gil? Find him, I want Neferti to be in my sight at all times.”
He then turned to the lower deck and shouted: "Gunner, is the gunner still there? Summon the gunners!"
He was answered only by groans, large and small. The few sailors who had not fallen were trying to get back to their positions, but there was no officer to lead them.
Just one person shouting can't organize the battleship and the soldiers on the ship to fight. Griffith asked people to find Senamon. Since the Odessa incident, Senamon has stayed in the squadron as a cavalry artillery lieutenant. Griffith
Fes found two dragoons to protect him and sent them to the artillery deck to organize firepower.
“Captain!” Lanzada, who was counterattacking with the team, suddenly shouted to this side, “There is something strange on the enemy ship!”
"What's the noise?" Griffith asked subconsciously. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw extremely long black shadows popping out of the darkness, thrashing in the night and making loud crackling noises.
The cables of the ghost ship started to move on their own. The dark ship was like countless tapeworms entangled together, with disgustingly erected clusters of thin tentacles, rolling towards the Brunhil.