Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 131 The Key Gap

Mark soon discovered that this was no illusion.

The shells fired by naval guns close to the level of World War I did indeed have a faster muzzle velocity.

Putting it in the real world, it will probably have a good lethality.

Sorry, this is the spirit world.

Just like there is a magical saying on the earth that "the smog breaks the laser".Even if it is a high-power laser cannon, in the face of smoggy days with large particles in the fog, there will be serious deviation and shortened range.

Put it in the spirit world, the cannon on the back of this big crab is strong, but in this environment, its power is obviously greatly reduced.

It can be seen that the clear psionic waves are swaying, and the speed is not too fast, giving people the illusion of stirring the paste or rice porridge with a big stick.

However, the lethality of the artillery is still there. Even after a significant deceleration, the artillery still angered the black fog lingering around the cruise ship.

The black mist condensed one, two... Dozens of monster-like claws, angrily flying the shells whose speed had slowed down.

However, this also confirms the fact that the cruise ship in the spirit world is not so easy to deal with the attack of the spirit body.

"Fire! Fire! Boom that monster to death!" Standing on a alienated blue whale, a fierce man who was obviously a storm warrior seemed very excited. His heroic voice spread far away through the fluctuation of spiritual power. Mark and the others were separated by 500 meters. Can hear his voice.

At this time, one of Margaret's students asked her: "Dean, can they succeed?"

"It's hard to say, the premise of success is that the other party has not completely turned the cruise ship into a complete [abnormality]."

"What if it is completely mutated?"

The dean glanced at Mark and smiled bitterly: "That cruise ship originally had artillery!"

The dean is also a wonderful person.

As soon as she finished speaking, Mark found out that the fate dice threw [1] for her.

This……

Mark's expression was a little tense.

Teacher, do you have any major feuds with the goddess of fate?
Almost at the moment when the dice came out, the image of the cruise ship, which had not changed in the real world, suddenly became extremely hideous and terrifying in the spirit world.

On the sea of ​​the spirit world, probably at the position of the waterline when the cruise ship is not fully loaded, a terrifying rift suddenly appeared.

There is no tooth-piercing sound of steel tearing, the gap has always existed.

Grinning from the bow to the belly of the ship, a mouthful of bloody fangs, at least one meter long, came out.

Right between the fangs, thick tubes stick out.

From the appearance, it is impossible to tell that these things are artillery.

At first glance, it looks more like a jagged barnacle on a seaside reef.

Because this scene was so weird, the absurd image that Mark immediately thought of was: a huge treasure box monster showing its fangs, holding a few cigars, and sticking out a big tongue full of barbs...

"Not good! Rewind!" Mark's exclamation startled Margaret.

The old dean didn't doubt Mark's intuition at all. She slapped her right hand on a strange half-person-high column, and the flying saucer-shaped extraordinary object immediately and silently moved away from the cruise ship.

The movement of the Mystery Academy was so fast that one of the large pipes had to adjust the muzzle.

The feeling of resentfully shifting the target is too anthropomorphic.

Not only her, but several groups of people retreated belatedly, and those who didn't have time to retreat would be miserable.

"boom!"

12 artillery pieces were unscientifically moved to the same side.

The metal cannonball the size of a human head twisted, spun, and pierced through the viscous spiritual space, quickly spanning a distance of a thousand meters, and hit the war weapons of the Storm God Sect headed by the big crab.

The big crab can be said to have been shot into the soul.

A psychic cannonball pierced the crab's original mouth in an incomparably tricky way, and drilled directly to the place where the base of the turret was, causing an extremely exaggerated explosion.

I don't know whether it hit the ammunition compartment or some other power core. As soon as the shell got in, I saw a chaotic tide of green spiritual power spewing out in reverse.

The translucent, speckled psychic slurry was so profuse it felt like at least a standard swimming pool's jets of fluid.

The two triple-mounted artillery shells above the back shell were completely blown out to a height of more than ten meters, and the long and slender barrels were distorted out of shape, like a few broken chopsticks.

Even so, the soul of the big crab has not completely dissipated.

It seems that a storm cultist drove the big crab and continued to kill the cruise ship.

The hind legs of the two crabs slapped the water of the Psionic Sea vigorously, and the modified chainsaw pliers were raised high.

Margaret murmured: "Those storm lunatics are going to do their best!"

Cultists of the Storm have a reputation for being grumpy bros.

Hate the enemy and be cruel to yourself.

The enemies at sea couldn't be dealt with, perhaps because of the military order issued in advance, or for some other reason.Even when one's own crab was half useless, two of the five alienated blue whales were blown up on the spot, and one was seriously injured, the commander on the big crab still gave the order to charge.

The next scene is a bit too tragic.

The psionic cannon based on modern artillery on the cruise ship obviously has a good rate of fire. When the big crab advances to a distance of 800 meters, the cannon fires a second round of artillery.

"Boom boom boom!"

This round of shelling by the cruise ship seemed to be due to the big crab's irregular S-shaped tactical maneuver, and the hit rate dropped sharply. It only blew up one of the big crab's left front legs, which undoubtedly greatly encouraged the Storm Cultists.

The remaining three blue whales carried a large number of believers and used the big crab as a cover to press them in a cone-shaped formation.

Here, Mark sighed.

"Teacher, can you bring this Extraordinary closer? I want to help with the shooting."

"You..." Margaret was stunned for a moment, and then she saw the fiery eyes of the students: "Okay! I will make a small hole in the protective cover. If it is unfavorable, I have the right to choose to take the students to retreat."

"it is good!"

To be honest, Margaret never thought that Mark could pull out two heavy cannons at will.

In the spirit world, it's not about who can win by seeing who has the most advanced cannon.

The medium of spiritual power is different from air. Only long-range weapons soaked in spiritual power for a long time, or even made of highly concentrated spiritual matter, can have stronger power and longer range.

Don't look at Mark's cannon as a relic from centuries ago.

That incomparably pure fluctuation of spiritual energy almost knocked the dean's glasses off.

"Where did you get the psychic cannon?"

Mark’s juniors, as well as the three members of the purification team, looked like a ghost, watching the unmanned cannon quickly complete the process of washing the gun barrel, charging the powder, filling the shell, piercing the gunpowder bag, inserting the fuse, and igniting. The whole process.

I saw Mark holding up the binoculars and pointing. The non-existent 'ghost' gunners seemed to have received the order and fired immediately.

"Boom! Boom!"

Even though the wheels of the gun barrel were spinning wildly to remove the recoil force as much as possible, the exaggerated psionic reaction force still made Margaret's 'flying saucer' back at least 30 meters.

The reaction force is so outrageous, let alone the destructive force.

The storm believers who were on the big crab had already attacked with the heart of death. Unexpectedly, someone in the indifferent audience would be willing to help!

Not just ordinary help.

This level of psionic cannon is comparable to that of a fortress cannon.

The two iron ball bullets easily crossed the distance of 2000 meters in the spiritual world, tore through the spiritual energy space, and flew by less than 30 meters to the left of the big crab. mouth.

"Bang! Bang!"

An extremely heavy series of two heavy cannons, one shot smashed all three cannons exposed by the opponent; It pulled out more than a dozen fangs, and by the way, a large chunk of tongue was blown away.

"Wow——" The big mouth of the demon under the cruise ship was torn in half on the spot.

This gave Church of the Storm a chance to come back!

"Little ones! In the name of the storm! Go—" A storm warrior stood on the crab's head, holding a scimitar high, and roared loudly.This war priest was so powerful that he even knocked away a psychic cannonball that hit his head with one blow.

The assault that was originally impossible, because of Mark's intervention, created an opportunity for the big crab.

The scarred crab finally turned into a pile of dregs in the spirit world after being hit by the seventh shell.

But before its soul completely dissipated, the huge saw blade was used to carve out a direct cabin on the bow of the cruise ship, with a length of 12 meters and a width of two meters.

As a price, not one out of ten Storm Cultists rushed forward.They either died on the way to the charge, or they were swallowed by the black mist that turned into demon claws after getting close to the black mist.

The loss was huge, but correspondingly, a blood channel was opened.

Half an hour later, in the meeting room of the Church of Light and Night at the private pier, a left-handed Gascoigne Storm Priest walked up to Cardinal Brown with his head held high, and said loudly, "The Church of the Storm has sacrificed so much for You have opened up a path. Whether you can grasp it depends on the efforts of the Orthodox Alliance. Come on! Don't let us look down on you."

The Orthodox Church Alliance has always been responsible for it.

The Church of Storms dared to fight hard, suffered a lot of losses, and made actual achievements. Naturally, the other major churches had nothing to say.

The Storm and the Gemini Goddess Cult both took action, and then, the pressure fell on the third-ranked Reincarnation God Cult in the city.

It can't be said that the Reincarnation Sect didn't contribute much, even if they stretched their hips quite well.

I thought that the giant demon on the cruise ship was injured, so I could take advantage of it.

The results of it?
At any rate, the big mouth couldn't move, but when the knights of the reincarnation sect wanted to forcefully land, they encountered the deadly black mist again.

The Church of Reincarnation paid a team of 300 people to enter on the spot, and they couldn't even get close to the gap created by the Church of Storms.

Not only them, but several groups of people from different churches changed later, and they couldn't rely on it.

"No! If the speed is too slow, it will be eaten by the black mist." Abner was a little frustrated.

At this moment, Mark quietly suggested: "You guys, have you ever heard of something called 'Human Cannon'?"

(End of this chapter)