Old days in the box

Chapter 66 An Overwhelming Victory
The fully charged Yamato Cannon emitted a shocking light at this moment!

The beam of light, like the sword of God, pierced the thick fog, cut through the sea and rushed towards Captain Weir's warship!
Everyone on the boat saw only a light as bright as daylight rushing towards them.

Then came—

destroy!

The psychically modified Yamato cannon fired from the ghost battleship directly hit the Norwegian warship with a loud bang!
The beam of light penetrated the Norwegian warship directly like a holy sword, and the power of the aftermath remained unabated, continuing to hit back and sinking all three warships behind it.

The large sailing warship that the Kingdom of Norway was proud of had a huge hole directly opened from the hull by the beam of light, and the entire ship exploded on the spot!
Some of the unlucky people on the ship were directly evaporated by the Yamato cannon, and all the remaining people were thrown into the sea by the explosion.

The magic circle that Drake was chanting was naturally even worse. The magic circle that guided the magic was interrupted, and he and his apprentices were all thrown into the water.

The Yamato Cannon fired four times, which immediately boosted the morale of the deep-diving elves, and they all shouted loudly on the enemy ship!
"My lord is mighty! My lord is mighty!"

Their fanatical calls echoed throughout the dense sea of ​​fog.

Even Freya, who issued orders to the ghost battleship from afar, was a little surprised.

She only sensed that there was a cannon on the ship through her will connection, but she never expected that the power of this cannon was so terrifying.

But if you think about it carefully, it's right. This is no ordinary warship. It is a miraculous creation given by the Son of the Past. Naturally, it cannot be measured by the standards of ordinary warships.

"The psionic modified Yamato cannon is indeed very powerful! I regret it. I should have known I would have modified it into a Gatling version!" Zhou Xiao was so excited to see it in front of the screen that he even thought of changing it.

At this time, Captain Weir, the initiator of the coalition, was also thrown into the sea by the explosion. Fortunately, he survived by grabbing a piece of driftwood.

He rose from the mist-shrouded sea and saw battles raging all around. Norse warriors died in battle and fell into the sea.

His proud 25-ship combined fleet is now burning and crashing one by one.

Seeing this scene, Captain Weir's heart instantly went cold.

A Swedish warship was completely ignited by Freya, and countless transformations tore its keel apart, and it was about to crash.

The Swedish warriors on the warship regarded death as fearless, and sailed the warship towards the ghost ship without fear, and used the burning hull to cause a final suicidal attack on it.

boom!
The warship was directly blown up, a gap was blown out in the hull of the ghost ship, and the hull was damaged.

However, the next second, Captain Weir watched helplessly as a king insect quickly jumped up from the sea, lying on the damaged part of the hull, feeding all its spiritual energy back to the hull.

As circles of blue ripples appeared on the body of this king insect.

The big gap in the ghost ship was healed again at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was cured by the feedback of this king insect!
Watching the ghost ship return to its original state before your eyes.

Captain Weir was completely desperate and had no courage to resist.

As he himself said, naval battles are useless just by risking lives. What matters is the quality and quantity of ships.

And now what they lost to was this devilish giant ship on the sea!
Spit, spit, spit... spit, spit, spit...

The crunching sound of the zerg's teeth came from behind him.

The captain looked back and saw a king insect rising from the bottom of the sea, completely spreading its limbs behind him.

In an instant, he was dragged into the sea by the king insect.

Captain Vere, Union Fleet, died.

At this time, Freya jumped off the last warship, with flames shooting into the sky behind her.

The battles on all warships are basically over.

In this fog-shrouded sea, no warship can escape the fate of destruction. Of the 25 warships, twenty were sunk, three were burned to nothing but skeletons, and two were slowly sinking.

As interceptors, the King Insects patrolled and swam in the sea, looking for enemies who had not tried to resist.

Freya jumped onto one of the king insects and moved along the fog towards the sea.

Old Rand jumped out of the sea and reported to her: "Lord Saint, they have completely lost the ability to resist, and we have captured all the remaining survivors."

"It's too rough. Don't you guys resist?" At this time, Zhou Xiao, who was outside the screen, also saw that the North people were defeated, so he zoomed in and focused on Freya.

Freya nodded and went to one of the warships belonging to the North Sea Kingdom with Old Rand.

The two of them jumped onto the warship at the same time, and she looked towards the deck. Hundreds of Norseman were all tied up here, looking panicked.

Freya walked towards the Norse captives, and with every step she took, she could clearly see the fear on their faces growing.

Norse people are naturally brave. They are not afraid of death in battle and consider it a supreme honor.

But what they saw before their eyes was not a glorious death at all.

Rather, it is the thick fog, the devil's sea, the curse of the deep sea family, and the gate of hell that blocks the sea.

In the face of this incomprehensible thing, even the Norse would feel scared from the bottom of their hearts.

Freya walked up to the group of prisoners, took off the mask of the Faceless Man and looked at them.

For the first time, this group of Norse people saw Freya's face clearly. Fierce golden light flowed from her eyes, looking like a stunning and dangerous goddess of death in the thick fog.

"Who is the mage you are traveling with on the ship?" Freya stepped on the side of the ship, bent down and asked softly.

"The Archmage Drake of the Kingdom of Norway... is a famous mystic in the Western Continent," one of the Norse replied tremblingly, and then added: "He is not here!"

Freya paused for half a second, then stopped her movements and turned around to leave.

"Lord Saint, what should we do with these prisoners?"

"Give them a boat and let them go back."

"Let them go?" Old Rand showed a puzzled expression and asked after catching up with the Holy Lady.

"Our names will spread throughout the Western Continent with them," Freya looked back at them and smiled, "Fear is the best messenger."

"I understand, Lady Saint." Old Rand immediately understood and lowered his head to answer.

These Northmen have been soaked in body and mind with fear, and it is much more cost-effective to let them go back and tell the story of the horrific deeds that happened in this sea than to kill them now.

At this time, Freya had already walked to the side of the ship, stepping on the edge and preparing to jump into the sea again.

"Lord Saint, where are you going?" Old Rand asked again.

"There are valuable targets in the sea." Freya quietly observed the sea surface, sensing traces of magic power.

Soon, she had found a trace of magic through the turbulent and chaotic sea currents, and locked the opponent's position.

She jumped off the boat and was supported by the king insect as she floated to the sea.

In a relatively empty area, Freya flashed scarlet magic power from her hands, and the magical winds of eight colors converged at the same time, echoing towards the seabed.

With the strong supporting force, a large number of bubbles gradually appeared on the sea surface, and something was being pulled up from the bottom of the sea and breaking through the water.

Her magic power exploded instantly, and a bubble rushed out from the sea, wrapping the archmage Drake inside and dragging him back to the surface!
　Brothers, stop reading books, I want to read them! (yelling)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)