The night watchman wanted to see more clearly, he stood up and raised the lantern in his hand. This was actually in vain, because at the next moment, the howling sea breeze smashed in from the viewing window, bringing with it the sea water that was cold enough to drown the soul.
The damn sea storm.
Before he was choked to death by the sea, the night watchman cursed in his heart, and when he got up again, it was already dark outside.
The light of the lighthouse was also swallowed up by the darkness.
Eagle's Beak Castle.
Guards patrolled day and night with long guns, and the conference hall was brightly lit. Port Governor Jones and the others gathered around the map, frowning and discussing something. The envoy of the Holy Court was standing beside the Governor. An architectural designer held a pile of blueprints in one hand and pointed at the drawings on the wall with a small stick, giving a detailed introduction.
"The project of the Throne has been almost completed. As long as there are no errors in the materials, it should be able to be successfully completed by September." The designer said.
"No, it's too late." The Holy Court messenger immediately said, "At most two months, you have been building the throne for 20 years. I doubt it, what are you doing all these years."
Brigadier General Kaho of the Lowland Alliance, who was in charge of the defense of Eagle Mouth Bay, looked particularly ugly. The emissary of the Holy Court arrived a week ago. After this guy in white robe arrived at Eagle Mouth Bay, he seemed to be the existence of the ruler. The Lowland Alliance spent a lot of manpower and resources to build the "God's Seat" dock, which was criticized as useless in their mouths.
The Governor smiled diligently before Brigadier General Kaho could not bear it: "Sir Messenger, the Throne of God is not a pier for mortals. This is a throne that will be used for the ship of the Holy Lord. Naturally, we must be cautious and cautious when building it. These celestial arts are really difficult for the wisdom of mortals to penetrate."
The architect on the side nodded again and again, and next to the map in front of him was a pier structure diagram, he pointed to the structure diagram and said: "The construction of each organ must go through repeated research, it is too delicate, and there is no room for one. error."
If the king is here, you will find that the design drawings of the "God Throne" pier hanging on the wall of the Eagle's mouth castle are somewhat similar to the pier of the hell castle.
They are indeed not the creations that should exist in the human world today.
"I must remind you that the Holy See has provided too much support to the Lowland Alliance. The Holy Lord is merciful, but it is not perfunctory..."
The emissary of the Holy Court interrupted the architect and spoke in a grim tone.
boom—
Before he could speak, a loud noise rang in his ears.
"what happened?!"
With the loud noise, the window glass of the Governor's Palace was shattered, and the glass fragments fell to the ground. The slightly obese Governor jumped up in fright, and the cold sea breeze roared in, sending a disturbing sound of artillery fire.
"Is it a tsunami?"
"The Lord is above! It's an enemy attack!"
The experienced Brigadier General Kaho drew a sword from his waist and rushed forward with a single stride.
"Where's the Night's Watch?! Why didn't anyone sound the alarm!"
The emissary of the Holy Court followed behind him and rushed out of the conference hall.
…
The Watchtower's watchman is long dead.
Pirates in black hoods climbed silently up the lighthouse, slit their throats, and their bodies were thrown into the sea. Blood washed over the black tower. The dark shadows that the Night's Watch had vaguely seen sailed out of the thick fog and stopped on the sea some distance from Eagle's Mouth Harbor under the cover of violent storms.
Led by three dark dragon-wing warships, nearly a hundred warships spread out in a semi-arc shape.
The surging waves, the lightless stormy night.
Captain Hawkins, in his sloping hat, was standing at the front of the deck with his wine in hand.
In front of the Dragon Wing warships, ordinary ships are like sparrows. Each dragon-wing battleship is wrapped in heavy blood, and they are rushing up along the coastline of the South Medrokatha in the low country.
The Lowland League consists of more than a dozen small lowland countries and city-states, mainly distributed in long serpentine lines along the coast. Confederate countries are small, and it is no exaggeration to say that more than two-thirds of the territory of the entire Lowland Confederation is docks. Under the cover of a rainy night, the ready Legrand navy launched a blitzkrieg.
The tactics are brutal.
The Dragon Wing warships set off waves in the thick fog and broke through the first layer of warning and defense of various military harbors. Then the warship lifted into the air, just like when it attacked the territory of the treacherous lord in hell, it swooped down and crashed all the way like the most primitive and ferocious dragon. In the rumbling sound, the walls of the castle collapsed, and the warships in the harbor lost the protection from their backs. Then the warships of the Royal Navy slammed into them and bombarded the unprepared warships with cannons.
Lightning-quick battles with a beast-like ruthlessness.
The hard-hit port didn't even have time to pass the news to other ports, and the Volway pirates had already led the warships to retreat and ran to the next target.
They don't loot, they don't stay, they have only one purpose - to destroy these military ports that will play a huge role in the future battle between Legrand and the Holy See.
Eagle Mouth is the last and most important of all the targets of action.
Because, the First Army of the Holy Court Navy is stationed here.
…
"As expected of the Holy Court."
Hawkins said lazily, knocking the railing with his wine bottle, making a clanking sound.
He squinted at the battlefield below.
Even an enemy must admit that the Holy Court's strength is terrifying.
They attacked all the way, and wherever they passed, all the ports were powerless, but this destructive trend stopped in Eagle Mouth Bay. After the first raid, the iron whistles in the storm were sharply connected, and all the warships in the harbor turned on their lights almost immediately.
The giant crossbow arrows on the city wall twisted one after another, and the spear-like arrow rain shrouded in mid-air, suppressing the Legrand warship at the first time, preventing them from approaching the half-moon-shaped pier.
The iron cannon boomed.
The results of Legrand's first military heavy industry division officially appeared on the battlefield.
The pirates and the navy on the ordinary warships joined hands, locked the Holy Court warships that woke up one by one in the harbor, and then quickly fired. In the deafening sound of artillery fire, the two-meter-long cannon muzzle emitted bright fire. The projectile burst out of the air, dragged the long sparks, and fell back into the rapidly lined up Holy Court warships. They were preparing to organize defenses and counterattacks under the cover of arrow rain.
A large group of large groups of fire bursts out in the dark night, and the flames blaze into the sky.
"Shameful bum."
The pirates of Walway sneered contemptuously.
The first to be driven out of the port were the Lowland Alliance's own warships. The Holy Court's warships use them as shields, and their white sails rise behind the flaming ordinary Lowland Alliance warships.
"Nice white-haired bird! Why are you wearing a turtle shell?"
The pirates laughed loudly, mocking the First Legion of the Holy Court mercilessly.
The navy of the Lowland Alliance was terrified, and for the first time they had seen such a powerful burst of artillery on the battlefield, which was only used as a deterrent.
The sea surface is ups and downs, the sea water in this area is surging, and the dragon-winged warships that did not venture into the shallow waters began to flap their wings. The huge black iron dragon wings are up to 100 meters wide, and when they are fanned, there seems to be a sudden tsunami in the sea, strong winds and huge waves. The Volway pirates had long been prepared, no longer bombarded the Holy Court warships, but made concerted efforts to row the warships apart from the center, and rushed to both sides nimbly.
"What is that?! What is that?!"
Sailors and commanders on the ships of the Lowland Alliance finally saw the hideous shadow rising from the dark fog in the distance. They exclaimed, trembling almost to their knees.
In the sound of the tide, the Dragon Wing warship left the sea and rose into the air.
The dragon shadow flew over the heads of the warships of the Lowland Alliance and the Holy Court, and the sea smashed down like a torrential rain. The commander of the First Legion of the Holy Court turned the machine on the ship, and the iron spear with a length of nearly ten meters was stimulated by mechanical power and shot into the sky with a terrible sound of wind.
The iron spear hit the dragon wing, and the sparks splashed and nailed to the black iron dragon wing.
This is the first time that the Dragon Wing battleship has been blocked since the beginning of the war.
"really."
Charles stood on another dragon wing warship, and he looked down at the periphery of the battlefield.
Just as the king was worried, the Holy See has been less and less involved in wars over the past few hundred years, not because their military strength has weakened, but because they are preparing for a force that can sweep the world in one fell swoop.
The Holy See warships that have disappeared from people's eyes for hundreds of years have extraordinary weapons.
How sharp are Charles and their eyes, the moment the Holy See warship was exposed to their field of vision, they immediately made a judgment - the Holy Court's warship design should not be the technology of this era. The mechanical use of their ships is vaguely similar to the alchemy of the legendary era.
If it wasn't for the king who established a military heavy industry department in hell and concentrated his efforts on allowing scientists to study artillery, then even if the pirates of Volway encountered the warships of the Holy Court, they would be at an absolute disadvantage.
What is more terrifying than the enemy is that they are not only strong but also not fools.
"attack!"
Charles took a deep breath and stopped thinking about these things.
Charles, Hawkins and Grela were in control of a dragon-wing warship. At this time, the three of them cooperated to command the warship and crashed into the three towers of the Eagle's Mouth Castle with giant iron crossbows from three different angles.
…
"Damn."
The emissary of the Holy Court stood in the tower in the very center of the castle, looking at the huge black shadow that circled outside the castle and slammed into the towers at the four corners of the castle.
"Dragon Wing battleship... Rose family, when did the dragon killers find their battleship?"
"Sir, what is a Dragon Wing battleship, what should we do now?"
the Governor asked him shudderingly.
The face of the emissary of the Holy Court was cloudy under the firelight.
"Procrastinate with all your might! There is no room for loss of the 'God Throne', and I will go to the Lord Blesser immediately."