Chapter 324 Gunfire Negotiation Cannon Curtain
Shadow of War·Hecarim!
Hearing Raven's words, ripples of fear quickly spread across the Siren, and everyone stood there with stiff expressions.
Even Miss Fortune is no exception!
She looked at the heavily armed knight riding a war horse in the black mist, with a look of horror in her eyes.
Shadow of War!
He was once called Hecarim, but no one knows whether this was his real name or a storyteller's figment.
In many dark legends, he is an endless killing, an unquenchable rage, and a nightmare where no one survives.
Only a fool would dare tell the story of the Shadow of War over the fireside, and only after drinking enough rum to sink a battleship.
Woo! Woohoo!
The low sound of the horn continued to sound, blowing away the gloomy black mist.
The shadow of war has completely emerged from the fog. On the demon helmet covered with will-o'-the-wisps, there are cold eyes staring at the Siren.
It was then that Miss Fortune discovered that the Shadow of War was not just as simple as riding on a war horse.
The cold fear wrapped around Sarah's soul like a shroud.
Perhaps Hecarim was once a knight, but now the rider and his mount have become one, a towering beast born only to destroy.
"What should we do now?" Raven swallowed subconsciously and asked softly.
Miss Fortune forced her eyes away from the armored Hecarim, only to find that behind him, a large group of ghost knights were approaching.
It’s the Dread Knight!
Their bodies were illuminated by pale green translucent fire, and they held spears and swords glowing with black energy.
Miss Fortune suppressed the fear in her heart and understood that the Siren was at a critical moment.
She must be responsible for the lives of everyone on the Siren.
It’s just that the situation we are facing now has surpassed the previous soul-eating nights.
During the soul-haunting nights that Miss Fortune and Raven experienced, it was difficult to see terrifying beings like Hecarim on the Shadow Islands.
Woo!
Suddenly, the low sound of the trumpet became urgent, like the beating of a drum.
Immediately afterwards, Hecarim raised a hooked broad-bladed halberd, and green flames burst out from the murderous blade.
The fearful knights behind him also raised their spears and swords.
Whoo! Whoops! Whoops!
As Hecarim waved the broad-bladed halberd in his hand, the Dread Knights galloped on their horses, and the black mist roared.
The sound of their hooves is like a torrent of catharsis, roaring and surging, seeming to swallow up everything that blocks their progress.
The Siren, this giant ship that sailed unimpeded on the Sea of Watchers, was like a falling leaf in the face of the charge of the Dread Knights.
The statue of the bearded lady on the bow of the ship, the patron saint in the hearts of the crew, seemed to have been hit hard at this moment and burst into pieces.
Fragments of the statue were scattered in the air, vaguely foreshadowing the impending doom.
Including the lines of the River King engraved on the wooden pile are also full of cracks, seemingly unable to withstand the wrath of the black mist.
“Fire!”
Miss Fortune looked at the scene in front of her, her expression suddenly changed, and she roared angrily.
Boom!
The Siren roared its final roar in a desperate situation, and its cannons opened.
I saw cannons one after another like angry giant beasts, lighting up with scorching light and blasting out pitch-black shells.
The cannonballs pierced the sky, making a sound of breaking through the air, and hit the oncoming fear knights hard.
The shells fell, instantly bursting out with terrifying destructive power, and the rich smell of sulfur filled the air.
The impact of the explosion shattered the armor of the Dread Knights, and the ghost horses let out a shrill wail.
It’s just that these cannonballs with seasoning added by Miss Fortune cannot cause fatal damage to the Dread Knights.
Under the thick cover of billowing black fog, those seemingly fatal injuries are only temporary.
The fear knights rushing towards me seemed to be immortal.
The broken armor and injured ghost horses resurrected in the black mist, stood up again, and continued to charge towards the Siren.
The will-o'-the-wisps in their eyes became brighter and brighter, reflecting the frightened faces of the crew on the Siren.
Crack! Kaka!
The fearful storm came, and the Siren's hull was corroded and whined.
The Dread Knights raised their spears and swords, turned into reapers of death, and slashed at the crew.
Although the crew resisted vigorously, they soon suffered heavy losses in the face of the charge of the Dread Knights.
For a time, blood splattered everywhere, and wailing sounds came one after another.
Some people's blood froze directly under the black mist, and they watched helplessly as the sword fell and cut off their heads.
Some people saw their hearts being stabbed through by spears, and the severe pain made them almost unable to breathe.
What’s even more terrifying is that some ghost horses started to eat their corpses, as if celebrating this bloody feast.
In the fierce battle, more than ten heroic crew members on the Siren fell in a pool of blood.
Their souls were stripped from the corpses and turned into undead, hovering above the heads of the Dread Knights.
The faces of these undead were distorted, and their eyes were full of unwillingness and anger. Pulled by invisible forces, they rushed towards the companions who had fought side by side.
Looking at the horrific scene in front of them, despair filled the hearts of the crew.
They began to wonder if they could survive the storm.
Bang!
At this moment, a hot bullet was fired from the bow of the ship, accurately penetrating the head of a fear knight.
Then it bounced off another Dread Knight at a weird angle, shattering half of his body.
It's Miss Fortune!
Her appearance brings hope to nearby crew members and rekindles their fighting spirit.
They raised their muskets and swords and fought to the death with the Dread Knights, calling either the Bearded Lady, their lovers, or simply some pagan evil god from some distant place.
“Just believe it!”
Miss Fortune has no time to think too much, and now she just wants to leave here with her crew.
You must know that the current Shadow of War Hecarim has not yet taken action.
Once the leader of the Dread Knights joins the battle, the situation on the Siren will be even worse.
Perhaps it was because the knights under his command were unable to end the battle.
Hecarim's will-o'-the-wisp hands flickered gently, and the huge broad-bladed halberd in his hand ignited with a rich glow.
In the boundless black fog.
On the bay of Bilgewater, there is a black ship moving slowly forward.
The bright yellow lights hanging at the bow of the ship dispersed the black fog, and the tragic situation near the upper city could be faintly seen.
"Did you find it?"
Plank raised his three-cornered hat and looked gloomily at the black fog.
He smelled a hint of uneasiness. This time the soul-eating night seemed a little different.
However, when Planck looked at the statue of the bearded lady at the bow of the ship, he felt certain in his heart.
“The black fog is too thick and affects the field of vision too much, but according to previous intelligence, it should be nearby.”
Frost behind him tightly grasped the meat hook in his hand, staring at the black mist with vigilant eyes.
“Found it, found it!”
“The Siren is located in the northeast, and it seems to be fighting.”
The crew of the Iron Hook Gang are on the observation deck He shouted excitedly, with unconcealable joy in his voice.
Hearing this, Planck immediately raised the telescope in his hand and saw scattered firelights and a pearl-colored sail in the thick black fog.
"Haha, I finally found you, Sarah!"
Planck put down the telescope and smiled evilly. He will never forget the scene of the Abyss burning.
"Speed up!"
Glanck gave the order, holding the scimitar at his waist tightly with his left hand.
"Speed up!"
"Speed up!"
The roars of the crew broke the silent atmosphere of the black fog and echoed on the cold sea.
In the surrounding black mist, green will-o'-the-wisps occasionally come over, but they seem to have noticed something and only dare to look from a distance.
On the icy sea, the Terror cut through the wind and waves, moving forward quickly like a bloodthirsty shark, menacing and unstoppable.
Gradually, the sound of artillery fire came from the distance, as well as the sounds of fighting and roaring, one after another.
Plank stood on the bow of the ship, looking at the increasingly clear firelight and battle scenes in the distance.
He saw Miss Fortune Sarah fighting some undead knights.
Swinging the sword with one hand, he cut off the incoming sword, while crushing the knight's head with his pistol.
“It’s the Dread Knight!”
Frost recognized the identity of the undead knight who was fighting the Siren, and looked horrified.
Then he seemed to have thought of something, and looked at the black mist near the Siren, and saw a centaur knight wearing armor and a demon helmet.
"Shadow of War."
Glank also noticed Hecarim's presence.
The terrifying figure recorded in the dark legend is wrapped in black mist, like the god of death in hell, making people fearful.
The crew members on the ship watched everything in front of them silently, their faces full of solemnity.
"Haha, these guys can't scare me!"
Glank spat and looked at the Siren and Miss Fortune fiercely.
"The main gun is ready to fire!"
He raised his iron prosthetic leg, pointed at the location of the Siren, and waved it brazenly.
【Cannon Curtain】!
The crew behind them heard Gangplank's voice and had already loaded the cannonballs.
When the iron prosthetic limbs were swung, they fired decisively.
Boom! Boom!
The sound of cannons resounding in the sky echoed on the sea.
The Terror's two main guns spit out blazing flames like two giant dragons, and the shells cut through the darkness like two beams of light reaching the sky, directly hitting the Siren.
The huge impact caused the Siren's hull to shake violently, leaving two huge holes. Black smoke and fire came out of the holes, which looked extremely tragic.
Along the way, those fearful knights who had no time to dodge were also covered by artillery fire.
Their figures disappeared in the gunfire, leaving only pieces of will-o'-the-wisps and wailing sounds.
Glank watched all this happening coldly, with no mercy in his eyes, only the desire for revenge.
However, this is just the beginning.
On the Terror in the distance, cannons roared, dazzling flames lit up at the muzzles, and a terrifying barrage dropped.
No more than a moment.
The area where the Siren was located was instantly baptized by violent shells, and blazing firelight lit up in the darkness.
Under the bombardment of artillery fire, the black fog melted instantly, revealing the ruined hull of the Siren that had already been ignited in flames.
Under the sudden attack of artillery fire, the fear knights turned into black mist and dissipated in the artillery fire.
On the contrary, when the crew heard the roar of the two main guns, they hid in advance to avoid the baptism of shells.
They hid in the corners of the cabin or behind the shelter of the ship's hull, nervously watching the situation on the deck.
“Take a bath in the shells!”
Plank stood on the bow of the Terror, looking at the flaming Siren in the distance, laughing loudly with excitement stand up.
Under the cover of artillery fire, the Siren lost its previous luxurious and neat image.
Under the impact of the artillery fire, the black mist in the distance rolled up, and some of it faintly rushed towards this side.
Glanck was just about to issue a new order, but when he saw the scene in front of him, his expression immediately changed.
“Damn it, what do these fear knights want to do?”
He turned to look at Frost and spoke in a deep voice.
"Load the shellbreaker! Aim at these fear knights!"
Frost nodded and went to the position of the two main guns in person, preparing to operate them himself to deal with the coming fear with the maximum firepower. knight.
Clang! Sonorous!
After the two main cannons were loaded, Frost aimed at the incoming Dread Knights and lit the line of fire directly.
Boom! Boom!
The two main cannons fired at the same time, and the scorching light penetrated the array of Dread Knights like sharp swords.
However, Frost did not wait to show his happiness.
The black mist surged again, and the fear knights hit by the gunfire were not completely dead.
They turned into wisps of black mist, condensed into shape again, and rode towards the Terror again.
Black mist covered the sea, and the Dread Knights walked on the dark road and fearlessly came to the Terror.
Bang!
【Gunfire Negotiation】!
Glank fired directly, firing a scorching bullet, shattering the Dread Knight's head.
Then he drew out the scimitar from his waist and chopped off the ghost horse riding on the green flames.
“Something is wrong with this Soul Eating Night.”
Gangplank frowned and looked at the rolling mist. When he saw the Dread Knight resurrected, he fired again to kill these undead creatures.
"According to the rules, they should not leave the Shadow Island."
But now, he has to consider how to stop the offensive of these fear knights.
With the ordinary strength of the crew, they are completely unable to resist the Dread Knight.
“Huh?”
Just as Planck's thoughts were surging, he saw a glow in front of him.
"Is this the symbol of Naga Kapoulos?"
"This artillery attack"
Sarah, Miss Fortune, hid at the bottom of the ship's side, avoiding the cannon screen attack.
“Something familiar feels!”
She looked at the shaking Siren and felt a strange feeling in her heart.
With the help of bright firelight, Miss Fortune looked at the Terror in the distance and saw two huge main guns and a familiar figure standing on the bow.
"Plan. Ke!"
She said every word, her eyes flushed with endless hatred.
“Don’t be impulsive, what we have to do now is to get out of here.”
Raven noticed Sarah's unstable mood and spoke in a solemn voice.
"While someone is attracting the Dread Knight's attention now, we have to find a way to escape."
Miss Fortune Sarah suddenly woke up and looked deeply at Queen Plank. .
She quickly stood up, looked around at the much darker fog, and rushed to the stern rudder.
(End of this chapter)