Inside the narrow visor, the fierce gunshots echoed repeatedly in Lorenzo's ears, almost making him lose his hearing.
After a moment of suppression, the pirates gradually launched a counterattack. They picked up all kinds of strange modified firearms and fired at the Black Angel. Countless bullets hit the cold armor, splashing sparks.
The black angel raised his arm, and slender and sharp iron feathers grew along the edge of his arm, spreading to his shoulders and armpits. The sea breeze gently caressed them, and they swayed slightly like thousands of hanging swords.
“Here it comes!”
the pirate exclaimed.
The heartbeat roared, sending violent blood to every inch of flesh and blood. The revived flesh and blood pulled the machinery, and then drove this forbidden armor.
The Black Angel is extremely fast. In order to maximize its maneuverability, it carries almost no weapons, like an exquisite and deadly dagger.
The grappling hook shot towards the pirates across a short distance. It pierced directly through the chest of a pirate and then nailed into the deck behind him.
The smell of blood was diluted by the heavy rain, and the pirates opened fire again with red eyes and hoarse voices.
The Black Angel did not react. The hook began to retract and was straightened in an instant. This sudden change instantly extinguished the pirates' anger with the impact of death.
Although they didn't understand how the demon in front of them moved, they knew very well that the reason why the Black Angel could move between different armored ships was because of the use of this grappling hook.
The hook of death dragged the demon out of the rainstorm. In the blink of an eye, the black angel spread its wings and, supported by the strong wind, arrived in front of the pirates in an instant and then passed by them.
Their flesh and blood were cut off by thousands of sharp blades, and they were unable to even utter a cry.
Lorenzo had no experience in naval battles, let alone flying a Black Angel, but in this short period of time, he had figured out some combat techniques.
In this bumpy and harsh environment, the Black Angel seemed ferocious, but its movement was also restricted. When destroying the first ironclad ship, Lorenzo failed to maintain a good balance, and due to the heavy weight of the Black Angel, he slid directly from the tilted deck into the sea.
Fortunately, just before falling into the sea, the Black Angel's sharp blade cut through the armor of the ironclad ship, and Lorenzo followed the muzzle of the fixed artillery and directly killed into the lower cabin.
After learning from the previous lesson, Lorenzo began to try to use the grappling hook to drag the Black Angel to move. Although it was a bit troublesome, it could ensure that the action was within expectations, and if it got out of control, he could also use the nailed grappling hook to fix himself.
Like a rapidly advancing sword, the Black Angel was like a storm, completely destroying everything on the surface of the deck of the ironclad ship. Even the tall mast began to shake and finally collapsed under the Black Angel's attack.
It’s no wonder that these Viking pirates lost their courage. After all, they had never faced an enemy like Lorenzo, especially in such bad weather conditions.
"A great victory..."
Captain Notar stared at all this in a daze. The rampaging figure of the black angel was clearly visible against the firelight.