A sailor's scream disappeared into the rolling dark black water. He was grabbed by the ankle by the rolled cable, thrown high into the sea, and thrown into the sea.
Dozens of hundreds of sail ropes used to tie sails and masts on ships were curled up like snakes and tapeworms, rolling and bouncing on the sea surface and on the deck, and then, as if they had eyes, they pounced on Birren Hill at an incredible speed.
Sailors on the No. 1, wrap it around their arms and ankles a few times, tighten it, and pull it up.
Hard and thick ship ropes cannot be easily cut with swords, and often require a sharp ax to break. However, the black sail ropes from the ghost ship are as flexible as living creatures, and there is a layer of slippery, sticky substance attached to the surface.
Dark green liquid exuding a disgusting fishy smell.
The sailors had just regained some morale due to the counterattack of Storm Squadron, but in the blink of an eye they disappeared amid the screams one after another.
The sound of whipping sounded in the air. The living ropes were dancing wildly. The sailors desperately tried to grab the nearby cannons, barrels and masts, but the pulling force of the sail ropes was stronger, pulling them one by one like people under the eaves.
The air-dried bacon is poured out like this, or rotated in mid-air.
Griffith's sharp gaze swept across the chaotic and messy deck, and he immediately turned his gaze back to stare at the ghost ship Alombis.
"Attack," he shouted in a deep voice. His voice was not loud, but it was like an awakened giant beast spreading its limbs in its lair. The amazing pressure came towards you, "Storm Squadron, maintain your formation and assault the bridge of the enemy ship!"
The sealed object in Odessa actually has an almost living consciousness, and the sail rope seems to have a life of its own, giving it unimaginable advantages in boarding battles. However, it is not without its weaknesses——
The rope did not break up the formation of the cavalry!
The Storm Squadron, which formed a dense formation to attack the deck of the ghost ship, was surrounded by dense ropes. These strange black ropes swayed and hissed like cobras with their heads raised, but they rarely launched direct attacks.
Even if you are not an Extraordinary in the Spellbreaker path, as long as you have enough determination to fight, the blood of a mortal is enough to make many mysteries feel fearful.
The infantry and cavalry resolutely carried out the assault order. Many of them were also very scared, but their obedience to the order was deeply rooted in their instincts. Even if their minds were blank, they could form battle formations and act with muscle memory.
They protected their wings with shields and stepped forward in unison. They raised the gleaming swords in their hands and swung them down in pieces like meteors. Anyone who dared to approach or touch the cables of this majestic formation would be swept by the sharp blades and cut off in an instant.
Cut into two pieces.
This is the power of blood. Even an army dominated by mortals, once mobilized and organized, can restrain almost all mysteries, and can even cut a smooth path to the abyss despite the roar of the dragon! The dampness of the undead, the ghostly aura
He was held down by the hot and powerful force, unable to resist.
Griffith strode onto the deck of the ghost ship. There was no point in turning back to rescue the sailors now. Only a resolute assault and capturing the center of the ghost ship would end this strange battle.
At this moment, groups of living corpses and rolled black ropes receded like a tide. Several huge monsters marched out with rumbling footsteps, blocking the front of the Storm Squadron.
They are giant men wearing black leather hoods. They are all over three meters tall. Their fat bodies are wrapped in greasy black leather jackets. Their exposed bodies show a dilapidated gray color. Many reptiles are wrapped around their swollen muscles.
The black rope, which is usually more than ten centimeters long, is deeply embedded in the skin and flesh. It looks like something is parasitic in their body!
These giant men let out hoarse and huge roars, dragging anchors, chains and other weapons to crush them. Their bodies smelled unbearably, like a row of rotting mountains of flesh rolling in. The aura of chaos and evil was so strong that it almost...
Boiling in the air.
Stitch monster! A monster made by cutting off the strongest organs from many corpses and splicing them together. It is a thick and brutal monster.
The Stitch Monsters shook their ugly bodies, shaking off pieces of rotten flesh and maggot-like fragments, shaking white bone chains. These bone chains destroyed the shields of some soldiers and opened gaps in the formation.
Such a monster cannot be annihilated in a short time even by Griffith himself.
However, Griffith is not alone, and he doesn't even need to take action!
The soldiers of Storm Squadron also have rich experience in fighting large creatures and evil creatures. They don't even need orders from the commander, each squadron pulls out their throwing guns, lights them with kerosene, and fires volleys at the huge monsters.
After three consecutive rounds of volleys of flame-throwing spears, even the strong monsters let out one after another howls. A series of "bang bang" piercing sounds sounded in the air, mixed with one or two explosions and burning fire.
The large suture monsters that escaped the cover of the living corpses were severely injured before they could use their terrifying power. Two of them were even knocked to the ground, crackling with fire.
At this moment, the second wave of troops on the ghost ship also appeared.
These monsters do not look like humans or corpses. They crawl on six legs like reptiles. Their bodies are covered with strong carapace and bristles. As soon as they appear, these monsters emerge from the black battleship with a dark and violent aura.
The lower deck jumped up.
They gathered into a group, squeezed the muscles of the head, and spurted bone spurs with corrosive mucus from their mouths. The bone spurs shot through the armor of the infantry and cavalry, and penetrated deeply into the flesh. The corrosive mucus hissed at the wound.
Hissing white smoke violently dissolves skin and flesh.
"Shield wall!"
The Storm Squadron hurriedly set up defenses, dragged their downed comrades back for treatment, and at the same time quickly counterattacked with ignited muskets.
What is astonishing is that after these newly appeared monsters were injured in the battle, they ate the rotten flesh and broken bones on the ground, and the wounds began to heal quickly on their own.
However, their shortcomings are also obvious, that is, they are equally slow. After boarding the deck, they can only push forward in a group, and inch into the human defense line.
"boom!"
Amidst a series of roars, the deck of the ghost ship suddenly shook violently and moved outward several meters.
The Birren Hill almost launched a bombardment close to the side of the ship. After the intensive gunfire sounded, thick black smoke rose into the sky. The lower deck of the ghost ship that was bombarded even made hoarse twisting and breaking sounds.
Senamon finally organized a bombardment. The gunners fired with hinged shells. The fired shells circled in the air at high speed, breaking through the sides of the enemy ships and tearing out pieces of debris flying horizontally.
At this time, a slim and tall figure appeared on the deck of the Brunhil. Alandel returned to her battleship. Holding a command knife, she walked lightly across the fighting deck, spinning and slashing like a dance.
, the flashing blade was like moonlight, sharp and sharp. Wherever it went, sailors caught by the sail ropes escaped one after another.
Alandel returned to her battleship.
Half of her face was covered in bloodstains, but she stabilized the situation as soon as she appeared. Although she did not show any amazing extraordinary abilities, her skillful combat skills and status as a captain were enough to inspire the soldiers. Under her leadership, the wounded
The Birrenhild also began to restore its organization and combat effectiveness in an orderly manner. Some people who fell into the water were also climbing up the rope net on the side of the Birrenhild and returning to the deck.
The two sides fought on the deck, and the battle fell into a stalemate. Humans built defenses, and the undead could not attack. Griffith began to order the soldiers to send light cannons to the deck, preparing to bombard the monsters occupying the deck from the flanks.
Sure enough, there is a problem...
Griffith felt something was wrong. The attack launched by the ghost ship was too dull. Locating Brunhil at night and suddenly ramming into it was indeed amazing, but after the impact, the living zombies were attacked by the Stitch Monster, the activated cable, and the monster sprayed with bone spurs.
There is no coordination among them. They have various characteristics such as flexible mobility, human shields, battlefield control and long-range attacks, but they are sent forward one after another in a queue.
This is not like the command operation of a living person, but like using skills in turn in a war chess game.
Griffith realized a problem. If the ship was a sealed object with characteristics similar to "living creatures" and attacked according to certain rules, then there would be no command group in the bridge that could attack...
"Captain, they captured Miss Kui Mansha!"
At this moment, Griffith heard Desai's shout. As soon as he lowered his head, he saw countless ropes exiting from the damaged stern of Birlen Hill. The slippery, curled ropes wrapped around the lost
The conscious Neferti moved her out of the cabin and moved her into the cabin of the ghost ship very quickly and steadily.
Griffith was about to jump down and give chase, but his spirituality was suddenly touched. A familiar and gentle voice echoed in his mind:
"Come back quickly, knight.
"Come back to the Brunhil."
This is Alandel's will.
Griffith hurriedly led the soldiers to retreat. At the same time, there was a faint and desperate roar in the turbulent wind on the sea. Everyone was surprised to find that in front of the ghost ship, a small, almost undetectable sound appeared in the air.
The black spots are constantly enlarging. Everything around them seems to be irresistibly sucked and captured, as if they are sinking in.
Soon, this point had torn apart and expanded into a roaring black hole, filled with greed, and the manic momentum of hunger crazily absorbed the nearby black water and air, even slowing down the embedded ghost ship and Brunhil.
Pull it slowly.
As soon as this astonishing phenomenon appeared, the boiling undead offensive on the ghost ship Alombis almost subsided. Amid bursts of howling, they quickly retreated to their lairs and hibernated again, like wood and stones.
It is also embedded in the gaps in the deck, mast, and side of the ship. It is fixed there and becomes part of the black battleship.
The light was distorted, causing some indescribable refraction, and was also sucked into the black hole. In just a few seconds, a sound exploded, and the whole person moved out of control. Before Griffith could take any countermeasures,
A strong dizziness came over me.
He felt like he was thrown into a bizarre tunnel, and the surrounding scenery was so strange that it didn't look like reality.
Griffith seemed to see vast and majestic incredible cities, collapsed ruins, mythical beasts sweeping across the sky, rolling waves of fire devouring everything, and he even saw a vague figure that looked like Krista...
All kinds of illusions of light and shadow gathered in my mind, and the hands of an unreachable clock were rapidly passing by.