The sea breeze is fierce, the waves are ups and downs, and an irresistible force surges between heaven and earth. The sails of the Brunhil were filled with wind and bulged, and the ensuing thrust shook the warship, as if it was going to ride the wind and waves and move forward rapidly.
However, the battleship seemed to be held in place by a big hand, shaking 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 ghost ship that hit it. The crew members on the deck who were not holding on securely were 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 sailor. He waved away the debris and regained his footing on the deck.
This collision dealt a heavy blow to the Birren Hill. Most of the command team fell into the sea, and the battleship was out of control, giving up the dominance of the battlefield.
The deck and artillery deck were filled with people lying on the ground 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 stern control tower in horror. The place had just been ravaged by the sharp collision of the ghost ship, and it was beyond recognition. The broken 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 their 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 dully.
"We're screwed!"
shouted a sailor, 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 a dark and pale light between the night and candlelight. These figures did not emit any war cries or roars, only a strange clanking sound getting closer and closer, entangled and reverberating with the shuddering sound of the sailors' teeth on the Brunhil.
They twisted their bodies on the deck, mast 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 patches 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 palm was connected by dry tendons, holding the dark red sword, exuding an extremely strange evil aura.
"Skeleton Soldier!"
"Undead!"
The sailors finally saw the enemy clearly. What came out of the darkness were countless skeletons and corpses. Wearing rusty iron helmets and holding filthy sharp blades, they skimmed across the broken deck like wild beasts. Deep in this tidal wave of monsters, there are still several huge figures moving slowly.
There was a series of "plop-plop" sounds of falling water 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 to the point of going crazy by the scene in front of them, scrambled into chaos. Without leadership and organization, they fought with each other, pushed each other, and fled to the bow of the ship. Everyone has only one thought left, you push me and trample into a ball.
"Haha, hahahaha, hahahahaha!"
Amidst the screams and chaotic falls, there was suddenly a burst of crazy laughter. This inexplicable laughter carried the momentum from far to near like thunder, 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 wrap around them, and the dampness and coldness that permeated the sea and sky suddenly disappeared.
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 firing at the mast overhead. The broken cables and heavy sails fell down with a roar, and the violently shaking battleship lost its thrust and became stable.
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.
Among the white sails falling like clouds, a tall and straight figure stepped out of the hot red light. He seemed to be the incarnation of this lightning, and the arrogant and violent light was 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 over the black shadow, seemingly picking out his dance partner. The flintlock gun in his hand pressed down, spraying out sheets of golden light.
"Bang!"
This gunshot was wrapped in a sacred and noble aura, sweeping across in a fan shape. The dead body blocking the front suddenly broke into small pieces, and scattered down one after another.
Under the eyes of the sailors in disbelief, 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. They saw the elegant and unstoppable figure tearing apart the black skeletons and corpse monsters as if strolling in the court. He drew out another silver sword with his backhand and waved it up. Groups of undead creatures all turned backwards under the blade. Their decayed bones were broken into pieces, and they fell to the ground like humble servants and never got up again.
"Follow the captain!"
“Byeland—Long live!”
Joshua and Lanzada shouted from the ranks. Their bright and holy prayers illuminated the dark battlefield, revealing the heavily armed men of Storm Squadron. They formed a dense formation, without saying a word, and pushed back towards the undead creatures boarding the ship.
The cavalry fighting on foot were wearing helmets and rolling over on the slightly shaking deck. They were overwhelming, and the swords, spears, swords and halberds they wielded all fell down, like three thousand meteors rolling across the sea. The undead creatures blocking them seemed to be crushed by the mountain peaks, making a rustling sound. They were either broken into bones or pushed into the sea.
…
Griffith wields his two swords, knocking down monsters with every attack. His soldiers have long been accustomed to this situation, following behind the commander, crushing the incoming undead creatures efficiently and unstoppably. Within a moment, they rushed to the bridge and gradually recaptured the deck of the Brunhil.
"Charge over and occupy their deck!"
Griffith fought in the east. Heavy ballistae and trebuchets can suppress enemy warships, but it is extremely difficult to completely sink them. Even if Brunhil was equipped with artillery, it would be extremely difficult to tear apart a regular warship with the power of the cannonballs.
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 running rapidly.
Could this ghost ship that suddenly appeared be one of the five sealed artifacts in Odessa, tracking me or attacking me with the aura of the two sealed artifacts I captured?
If that's the case, why didn't powerful high-level combat forces immediately appear on the ghost ship to suppress us after the impact, but instead launched an attack with fragile living corpses. Such an offensive is certainly terrifying, but it cannot stop a powerful transcendent or an elite army.
It's strange. I have already recaptured the bridge and am about to board the opposite deck. Why hasn't the high-level combat force on the opposite side moved yet? Could it be that there was no such power from the beginning and it was just this ghost ship that came to attack me?
is it possible? Are the people of Odessa that stupid? Give me two sealed items and my sister first, and then give me a ship?
Griffith's eyes became cold and sharp. He stopped his steps and let the infantry and cavalry who lined up to counterattack pass him:
"Desai, Joshua, where is 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!"
The only answer he received was a series of large and small moans. The few remaining sailors were trying to get back into position, but there were no officers to lead them.
Just one person shouting cannot organize the warship and the soldiers on the ship to fight. Griffith sent for Sennamon. Since the Odessa incident, Sennamon had remained in the squadron as a lieutenant of the cavalry artillery. Griffith found two dragoons to protect him and sent them to the gun deck to organize firepower.
"Captain!" Lansada, who was counterattacking with the team, suddenly shouted to this side, "There is something strange on the enemy ship!"
"What's going on?" 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 ghost ship's cables moved on their own. This pitch-black ship was like countless tapeworms entangled together, with disgustingly erected clusters of thin tentacles, rolling towards the Brunhil.
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