Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 922 The Battle Ended Instantly

"The fleet of the Feysac Empire is about to attack here."

Before Angel retracted his gaze from the "magic mirror divination" towards the deep night sea, Alysia Tamara spoke.

Did she sense it, too? Was it through the challenge of "chaos" to "order" that followed, or did she sense the presence of a demigod Extraordinary not far away? It seems that my reason for guessing that she is not a demigod is not very valid. The Tamara family did send a demigod to negotiate with me...

Angel looked at the strangely dressed Yalishia in surprise and couldn't help asking:

"There is indeed a whole fleet. What are you, or are you planning to do?"

"Of course we have to leave here immediately." Yalishia looked back curiously, as if she had heard a question that could be answered without even thinking. "Constanton will soon become the front line of the battlefield. The fact that Feysac's fleet can cross the sea and come here is definitely not just for a sneak attack, but to use this place as a landing point and a key node for attacking the heart of Loen."

The other party's reasons were consistent with Angel's previous analysis, but it was still a little unexpected that he could justify running away so confidently.

However, if we think about it from another angle, the Tamara family, which has a secret inheritance and is similar to those secret sects, probably has very limited loyalty and sense of belonging to the country. In addition, this war took place between Einhorn and Augustus, two royal families who had hunted down and persecuted the Tamara family. The Orthodox Church that supported them was also the driving force behind the destruction of the Tudor Empire in the Fourth Epoch. The Tamaras would probably like to see the two countries fight each other to the death, and it would be best if both sides suffered losses and had no time to take care of other things.

But if that's the case, this city might...

Angel frowned slightly and suddenly said:

"What if I say I want to hire you? To let you defend this attack and protect the citizens of the city?"

"Hire..."

Yalishia repeated the word, and her expression, which had originally lacked change, became a little dull, as if she had thought of something.

"Yes, just like you want me to help solve the problem of 'Mirror World'."

Angel chuckled and stood up from the couch.

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Along the coast of the sea, where the moonlight was obscured by clouds and seemed gloomy, a bombardment fleet consisting of several sailing battleships was already in position, waiting for the order to launch an attack on the nearby city of Conston.

After Loen's new ironclad ships were launched one after another, these sailing warships, which were made of wood with only a few metal materials to defend key parts, seemed a little behind the times. A few days ago, the Feysac Sonia Fleet, which bombarded the Loen Navy Dockyard in Pritz Harbor, encountered a fleet of ironclad ships returning to defend. After a brief exchange of fire, both sides suffered losses. Both sides claimed victory in that battle, and the other side's losses were several times their own.

But the commander of this raiding fleet, Candidat Einhorn, knew that the ironclad ships only suffered minor damage in that battle, but Feysac lost five battleships!
Such a gap could not be made up by the Beyonders accompanying the fleet. Moreover, Loen's ironclad ships were also equipped with the demigod "Arbitrator", which could greatly weaken the influence of the Beyonder power on the fleet, making the battle depend on the performance of the ship and the training of the sailors. In all of this, Feysac could not compare with Loen, which had the Storm Church and paid more attention to naval construction.

Fortunately, the three ironclad ships are defending the southeastern coast of Loen. Although the Inter-Sea Fleet is equally large, it is not far behind our sailing battleships... He looked at the wall clock on the captain's room and found that the minute hand finally moved to the 12 position and completely overlapped with the hour hand.

Time is up!

A detailed map of the waters around Conston instantly appeared in Candidat's mind. Two rows of inconspicuous brown dots represented the fleet beside him. At this time, the formation had been turned sideways, allowing an entire side of large-caliber artillery to obtain the best shooting angle. Parallel dotted lines extended from the fleet and landed on a red cross representing the city of Conston.

In addition to being used in combat, the "precision" of the "Iron Knight" can also play an important role on the battlefield, such as accurately judging the battlefield situation and commanding subordinates who are "connected" to themselves.

As soon as the corresponding thought came into his mind, the adjutant in the radio transceiver room of the flagship "Pallada" immediately received the order. Radio waves rippled over the sea, all ships opened fire at the same time, and flames of varying sizes instantly ignited on the dark sea.

Boom, boom.

The shells flew over thousands of meters like silent death and landed over Constantine.

"If it were Sequence 3, there would be no need for these malfunctioning radios. I could contact the entire fleet by myself... Unfortunately, I didn't have time to be promoted to 'War Bishop' before the war. Otherwise, I might have had a chance to completely digest the potion after the war. If a certain being happened to, no, it should be said that he accidentally died, I might be able to..."

Candidat Einhorn's thoughts continued to diverge as the shells flew into the sky. He seemed to have heard the reinforced concrete houses in the city of Conston falling down with a roar, and the stupid Rune people struggling in the artillery fire.

His first round of bombardment was not aimed at the industrial area, but at the densely populated residential area. Because Loen had not yet launched a full-scale war, the factories in the second half of the night were not in operation. Blowing them up would only cause losses to the Feysac army that would occupy this area next.

"The second round of shelling will follow in one minute, and then we will rush to the next designated location."

Without waiting for the shells to land, he issued the next command in his mind. But this time, as soon as his command was sent out, the adjutant disappeared in the "connection", as if he had never existed.

Someone is interfering with and distorting my abilities... Is it another demigod from the Hunter Path, or a "lawyer" from the Loen military?
Candidat was startled and immediately alerted all the sailors and soldiers on the "Pallada" to avoid being fatally injured due to the sudden damage that could not be shared in time.

Then, he carefully pushed open the door of the captain's room and came to the deck.

In the night sky, a blue-green light fell from the sky and landed on the bow almost at the same time as Candidat stepped onto the deck of the "Pallada". Blue flames surged up and quickly covered the front half of the deck. Sailors who were busy loading shells and preparing to start the second round of shelling wailed and fell in the flames, quickly turning into shapeless charcoal.

Just like the residents of Constantine who fell under the bombardment in Candidat's imagination.

Boom, boom——

Boxes of artillery shells and gunpowder placed in the open air were detonated. The orange-yellow flames, which were much hotter than the blue-green flames, were swallowed up as soon as they emerged, and continued to corrode the deck of the ship together. It was not until the livid-faced Candidat controlled his own flames to fight back that he blocked the opponent's attack.

But in just a few seconds, the entire front of the flagship turned into a flaming hell, and none of the dozens of sailors at the gun positions survived.

"The opponent is also an 'Iron Knight'..."

Candidat realized something in his heart, and without hesitation, he let the flames cover himself. His body expanded rapidly, and he used "flame transformation" to enhance his strength.

The strength of the other sailors and soldiers in the "connection" was gradually transferred to him, giving him a little confidence.

But the next second, his expression froze, and his eyes were fixed on the figure walking out of the flames.

She was a woman who was not tall, and could even be said to be a little slim.

Boom...boom...

Other ships in the fleet launched a second round of bombardment, but compared to the well-organized first round of attacks, the fire was obviously sparse and chaotic.

Many of the sailors and soldiers who were operating the artillery and loading the shells had already developed fever, coughing, vomiting, and collapsed from a disease that came from nowhere.

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Late at night, the residents of Constantine were awakened by roars that seemed to be very close.

They left their warm beds, went to the window, walked out of the room, and looked up at the sky with confusion and fear in their eyes.

Orange-yellow flames continued to bloom in the dark sky, followed by dull but powerful explosions that shook the glass windows and concrete walls.

As an industrial city, Constantin is no stranger to explosions, but they only occur when blasting mineral veins, not over residential areas late at night!

"It's Feysac's fleet!"

The sharp-eyed residents spotted the fire on the sea not far away and shouted in panic.

The battle in which the Feysac fleet attacked Pritz Harbor five days ago was described in the newspapers as if the devil himself had come. The people of Loen hated their northern neighbor and were extremely afraid of being invaded and becoming the front line of the war. At this time, a fleet approached Constant, and the muzzle fire could even be seen with the naked eye, causing the city to fall into chaos in an instant.

But the strange thing was that even with such a close bombardment, not a single shell landed accurately in the city. Instead, they exploded one by one in the air, making a huge bang and a hint of golden fire, constantly illuminating the streets below.

After a while, the bombardment stopped, and the Feysac fleet on the sea began to emit flames and explosions from its own source. Some of the sailing battleships that had not yet been damaged turned hastily in the flames and left the coast, but most of them had already caught fire, their sails were burning, and their hulls capsized and sank.

On the street where the largest Night Church in Constanton was located, a corpse wearing a Feysac military uniform and burned black by flames in many places fell from the sky and landed on the square in front of the clock tower.

He was the commander of the Feysac raiding fleet, Candidat Einhorn. He had no vital signs at this time, but his eyes were wide open and his mouth was wide open, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

Above the church, a slender figure was floating. She looked to be only about twenty years old, with long black hair fluttering in the wind, a round face shrouded in shadow, and her eyes looking downwards.

(End of this chapter)