Re, Gu Aotian Slaughtered Me

"Hey, no matter how messy you are, you should at least turn off the radio, right?" Fran Pith said to the microphone.

Then, the other side changed people. The reason for the situation just now was probably because someone grabbed the microphone without hanging up.

"I told those innocent kids to shut up, don't bully these ordinary people with magic tricks, how about a pleasant duel between experts?"

Franpies: "The expert is fighting a ghost. What do you want to play at this distance? Does the magician have an instant attack range of more than 10,000 meters? I didn't plan to prepare any big magic for you. I had it half a century ago. Blessing the cannonballs and rockets with sacred spells to cause effective damage to the ghost ship, isn't there now?"

"Boom!" The muzzles of the two 480mm guns burst out purple-black flames that almost enveloped the warship.

The two shells dragged tails like comets, and the distance between the two sides disappeared in an instant.

Leaving aside the magician, the opponent's **** destroyer reacted, and the bow guns and the high-speed jet phalanx all shot at the head of the shells that were directed at them.

Part of the artillery fire and rockets were also aimed at the Hindenburg!

Eh? Where are the modern missiles?

It's all said, all navigation in the fog of ghost ship is useless, whether it is an ancient compass or a modern radar, as long as there is this concept, all of them will be invalid.

Anti-ship missiles are basically obsolete at this distance.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two artillery shells ignored all interception firepower and smashed heavily on two large frigates!

"It didn't explode?" Franpies tilted her head. She was actually aware that the attack was blocked, and the shells were still trying to advance, but they hadn't succeeded yet.

"Sorry, enchantment is my specialty. If you want to kill someone, solve me first." Another voice sounded on the radio.

"Can block my attack? At least it must be a saint. It is really troublesome to not be able to judge whether it is a saint from the soul and magic power. But ah—"

Fran Pissi sat in front of the console, holding her face and whistling contemptuously, saying, "Hmm-what's so great about blocking the two cheapest shells that were originally intended to hit mortals? First, I just want to make a statement. Let’s play expert duel together. The mere saint is not worth my shot."

During this period, countless shells bombarded the Hindenburg, Franpies felt that it did contain warheads that had been blessed by sacred spells or had runes to enhance the effectiveness of ghost ships, but the number was not large, about five rounds. Let's have one.

Although the hits are more accurate than the naval guns of decades ago, the shells are the same size as ants, and at most they can be damaged by scraping.

"After all, the era of the giant ship artillery has passed, but the premise that the naval artillery is useless is that the missile can be used."

"You fellow, can it be!" The other party seemed to have discovered something.

"Hehehe, I think it's right for someone to remember me." Franpies laughed.

The enchantment protecting the fleet suddenly disappeared, and the two ships were hit immediately. They were clearly not hurt by an explosion hole. They were still above the waterline and no water entered, but they sank in violation of the laws of physics.

All the guns of the Hindenburg fired at once, and the hitting ships were pulled into the sea as if there were sea monsters in the sea.

"The symbol of the undead natural disaster, the ship that was swallowed by the ghost ship, disappeared in the eyes of the world. But it will become a new ghost ship legend in later generations. For the ghost ship, destruction is actually more difficult than assimilation. All are sunk by this kind of shells. All ships will accelerate to become my companions. Why, are you not defensive? Cannonballs of this level are easy for you, right?"

"That kind of thing doesn't matter."

There was a terrible sound on the sea. Some supersonic thing galloped against the sea. Unlike a streamlined missile, this huge momentum was obviously the result of irregularly shaped objects' rigid resistance to air and water resistance.

"It's you, it's your words! You actually came out of the mysterious enchantment surrounding the Academy City! As long as you have hurt that big idiot, you have stood and beat him to all sorts of holes and finally killed him in ashes. There is no troublemaker left, you are already the target of my crazy killing! I am Sylvia, you will at least know the information if you give your name like this!"

"Oh, I remember, are you the maid of Orells?"

Very traditional revenge drama, without a bit of calmness, regardless of the power gap, the moment when the enemy is confirmed, except for the conflict to the disappearance of the life and soul of one party, there is no other old-fashioned script with other endings.

"That fellow Otinus, how many times has reset the world, hasn't he resurrected the quasi-devil? Do you want to do it or can't do it? Next, what should I do?"

Franpies was puzzled whether she should play this unpleasant script with her, so crazy that she couldn't expect to create anything else to make her mentally fluctuate. No pleasure.

"It's not fun, don't play. There is no value in doing it yourself."

Franpies came to a conclusion when the distance between the two sides was less than 5,000 meters.

Four 480mm main guns and dozens of 150mm secondary guns, 88mm anti-aircraft guns, and 40mm anti-aircraft guns sprayed a curtain of terrible light beams at Sylvia that looked like space battleships in Star Wars. The missile launch tube was opened, and the 800mm thick missile was used as a mortar. Generally take off suddenly.

The saint maid galloping on the sea defended and dodged. Seven seconds later, Sylvia was hit by a V2 missile. The barrier collapsed, revealing flaws. She was bathed and penetrated by countless light beams. The imaginary ribbon stretching from under the sea tied her up and dragged her. Into the shadows, decompose its magical power and the power of the "son of god" that is equivalent to nuclear weapons to the world, and give it to Fran Pith.

"Can you stop it for seven seconds? That's the difference in combat power between the saint and my treasured guided missile battleship."

Suddenly, holy light fell from the sky.

The huge pitch-black battleship bathed in the light, the surface was safe and sound, but Franpis clearly felt that it was being worn away from the inside.

"It feels ~www.readwn.com~ is Valkyrie?"

"At least for now. Simply put, it's your enemy."

"With this power, won't you save your teammates?"

"She was so impulsive to send it so simply that I didn't expect it."

"Really, in my eyes, there is not much difference between you. You are self-aware." Franpis noticed that magic elements were added to the opposite side of the radio at this time, that is, the Valkyrie who activated the Holy Light has slipped away. NS.

"Wait!" said the other side, "I didn't expect that there is actually a guy in the world who is proud of exercising the power of the goddess of the underworld, who is proud of the power of disgusting humans. This is the first time you have met who can see through you to this extent. People, since you have come out on the initiative, the whole world will aim at you, and it won’t take long for you to continue to be arrogant, Franpies V. Gropius!"

"Haha, that's just right." Franpisi lifted her legs and leaned on the back of the chair, feeling happy that her acting could reduce the burden.

(to be continued)