A huge black shadow appeared above the starboard side of the Crescent. Standing on the deck, Schliemann stared at the black shadow and ordered to fire the steel spear.
There was a whooshing sound, not only from the Crescent Moon, but steel spears were constantly shooting at the black shadow, and steel spears were also hitting the Crescent Moon.
After a strange horn sound, ghost soldiers began to slide along the anchor cable towards the Crescent.
"fire!"
After hearing Schliemann's order, Apton and several crew members immediately ignited the pre-aimed cannon. In the moment of two loud bangs, the projectiles shot towards the black shadow above the starboard side.
There were sounds of breaking ice and wood, followed by the shouts of ghost soldiers and crew members fighting each other.
"Continue launching! Retract the anchor rope for me! Hilpeter! Hold him! If it escapes today, we will not be able to sail safely in the ghost mist!"
The crew on the side pushed the winch hard, and the tight anchor cable creaked; Hilpeter on the bridge held the steering wheel firmly, resisting the pull of the ghost ship; the crew on the side of the hull hung safety ropes, He stepped on the side of the Crescent, following the ghost warriors who were trying to rush up the side; on the deck of the bow, the artillery team led by Apton was trying its best to reload.
Schliemann stood on the edge of the side, observing the battle towards the enemy. If any crew member was injured, he would grab the safety rope, pull the crew member up and throw it to Selu. He was wearing two pendants. The pendants were "useless" "The ability even allows him to see which crew members are about to be injured.
The artillery fired again, and this time the interval between the two sounds was more obvious. It was obvious that one reloaded quickly and the other reloaded slowly.
The Crescent has always maintained a slight tilt to the left, allowing the side of the ship to bear the fire from the steel spears of the ghost ship and the landing of the ghost soldiers, but a small number of steel spears still hit the deck.
The crew waiting for rotation on the upper deck swarmed forward and cut off the scattered anchor cables before the ghost soldiers could slide over.
As the gunfire continued to roar, no more ghost soldiers slid towards the enemy side of the Crescent, and even the taut anchor cables were breaking one by one.
Schliemann's eyes widened and he shouted towards the bridge: "Silpeter! Don't let it escape!"
Hilpeter understood immediately, and the Crescent, which had originally tilted to the left, resumed level flight, and crashed into the black shadow as the anchor cables broke.
The crew members who were tightening the winch suddenly felt no resistance. They also understood what was going on. They rushed towards the steel spear launcher and fired the steel spears with anchor ropes at the black shadow.
Now, it's time to take one last breath.
On the side of the Crescent facing the enemy, there were more than a dozen steel spears inserted. The anchor ropes on the steel spears were hanging down and swept back with the wind.
Steel spears shot towards the opposite side, and their taut anchor ropes hung weakly after being tense for a while.
The rumbling sound of the cannon sounded over and over again, and each time it sounded, it caused the sound of a large number of ice shards breaking and wood collapsing.
Gradually, the speed at which the steel spears fired by the crew were cut slowed down, and even the steel spears fired from the stern were no longer cut, and the winch tied with the anchor rope was full of ropes.
After another round of shelling, Schliemann stopped shooting and began to look at the huge figure that gradually appeared in the thick fog.
It was an ancient flying ship with many sails. On the dilapidated auxiliary mast, the sails were riddled with holes, like hundreds of years of tattered cloth.
The side held by the Crescent had a large number of steel spears and dense bullet holes. Through these bullet holes, Schliemann could even see barrels rolling around in the cargo hold.
On the deck, the limbs of the undead crew members were scattered here and there. They were squirming, trying to get together, but lacking guidance, they were like headless flies, crawling aimlessly.
"Get ready to board the ship."
Schliemann turned back to Apton, but did not hear the other person's response.
He turned around to look, and saw Ampton holding out his hands with a shocked expression.
"This is... the emblem of our royal family! This is the ship of the exploration fleet!"
"What!? Did you feel something?!"
Apton naturally knew that Schliemann was referring to the induction of the Brilliant Heart, and he frowned and shook his head.
"Sil Peter! Keep the course, speed and altitude! Everyone is on alert. You, follow me and board the ship!"
Schliemann and Ampton slid along the rope, followed by Walter.
Schliemann kicked away the squirming body parts on the deck and asked Ampton: "Are you sure this is an exploration ship?"
Apton pointed to the half emblem on the tattered sail and said, "There is the emblem of the king of our Cervisi family."
"Ah... the ghost fog already existed more than two hundred years ago! In this case, the fleet we are looking for is probably already..."
"impossible."
Ampton interrupted Schliemann's speculation with great certainty.
"The Heart of Glory will protect the fleet from evil spirits."
"Then how did this ship become a ghost ship?"
"have no idea."
Walter landed on the deck and unlocked the safety buckle. He looked at the gap in his sword, frowned and clicked his tongue.
"I don't know what will be in the cabin. You two are the main combat force."
"Then what are you doing?"
Schliemann drew out the fire letter and lit the torch, saying: "I illuminate."
His worries were unnecessary. There were no intact living creatures on the whole ship. Finally, the three of them returned to the captain's cabin on the deck.
The door was gone, and the captain's room was in ruins.
Schliemann carefully picked up a book on the ground. He wiped off the dust on it, but he couldn't read the handwriting.
"What's this?"
Ampton glanced at it and threw it aside at any time.
"The Wind Rider was a must-read book for flying ship captains at that time."
Schliemann activated the "useless" ability, and his senses were enhanced to the limit. The papers scattered in the corners, Walter's breath, and the floating dust, none of them escaped his eyes.
What he was looking for were navigation charts and voyage diaries.
After his ability ended, Schliemann gasped and walked to the corner, and pulled out a large roll of parchment and a notebook from the bottom of a cabinet.
He carefully unfolded the parchment, made sure it was an aeronautical chart, and handed the note to Apton. The words on it were unreadable to Schliemann.
"See if this is a voyage diary."
Ampton opened his notes, and a memory that didn't belong to him popped out of his mind.
It was a young man with blond hair, standing in a neat formation.
This is the moment before the flying fleet sets sail, and the captains are taking an oath collectively.
Apton breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Neral, the captain of the ninth ship of the flying fleet, this is his voyage diary."
"Okay, then..."
Before Schliemann could finish speaking, the sound of a cannon startled the two of them, followed by the tilt of the ghost ship and the sound of messy things rolling around in the cabin.
Apton panicked and held on to the bulkhead on the side, staring at Schliemann with wide eyes, hoping to get an answer.
"What are you staring at? Why don't you run away! No one said that ghost ships only come one at a time!"
