"Wow, what a big fish!"
The captain cheered. Under the siege of six ironclad ships, the Morning Advance had been forced into a desperate situation. Artillery fire and huge waves rolled before their eyes, dragging everything into a gray chaos.
The pirates were all very excited. Ever since the King of the Ice Sea ended the civil war among the Viking countries, they, the pirates, had lost their living ground. Under the siege of many lords, the pirates had not plundered such a rich ship for a long time. Everyone had a wild smile on his face, distributing the spoils in his mind.
His eyes moved to the other side. There were three cargo ships following closely behind the Morning Advance. They were swaying in the storm. After the Morning Advance was attacked, they did not choose to escape. Perhaps they faced the reality and stayed where they were.
After breaking away from the protection of the Morning Advance, the three cargo ships had no ability to protect themselves at all. They could only pin their hopes on the Morning Advance, but now this ironclad ship was under fierce attack and could hardly protect itself.
"But what happened to the boss? There is no news at all?"
The captain said he was looking at the Black Fang in the distance. They all belonged to the Black Fang Pirates, but the highest command was held by Zeo. However, after Zeo issued the order to attack, there was no news. The Black Fang gradually disappeared in the wind and waves, leaving only a vague shadow. With the rising waves, the Black Fang could be seen being swept away by the waves from time to time, but the more specific situation was unknown.
What went wrong aboard the Black Tusk
The captain thought so, he also saw Ascalon's bombardment, but due to the obstruction of wind and rain, the shock he felt was less than one tenth. In the captain's opinion, it was just some new type of artillery that he had never seen before, so there was no need to be too vigilant.
Yes, the Black Fang, which was hit, did not remain silent and continued to issue orders. Ascalon's bombardment was just a large-scale battle, and a new type of artillery alone could not change the situation of the battle.
The ironclad ships surrounded the Morning Advance like a pack of wolves. Under normal circumstances, it might still have the strength to fight, but the storm was raging, and once it was at a disadvantage, the harsh natural environment would only accelerate their death.
"Keep firing!"
The captain gave the order, and as soon as he finished speaking, a streak of fire swept across the night sky, slammed in front of the ironclad ship, and fell into the sea.
He looked at all this with some uneasiness. This was not a mysterious cannonball, but more like a semi-molten metal. Thick steam was stirred up on the sea surface, but it was soon swept away by the cold wind. The ironclad ship continued to move forward. The captain raised his head and looked at the Morning Advance. A ferocious figure stood on the deck and looked at him from a distance.
The captain had seen many twisted and strange things at sea in his life, but he had never seen anything like that.
Under the dark night, surrounded by thunder, the pale light illuminates the rugged figure.
"Devil..."
The captain murmured.
If there really is a so-called devil in this world, then it must be what I see before my eyes.
The tall figure was covered in solid armor. Scarlet flesh was slowly wriggling in the gaps of the armor. The body was slightly rising and falling, and emitting hot air, as if this deformed monster was breathing and its heart was beating hard.