"Long live the Fire God Cult!!"

"Long live the Goddess of Fire!!!"

The knights were infected by Charlotte's words and confidence. They all pulled out the long swords around their waists, held them up, and shouted various slogans frantically!

"All fighting witches, obey orders!"

After seeing the morale rise, she nodded slightly satisfied, and then she turned around and looked at the witch formation that had been silent on the other side.

Although they only have fifty-two people, today they are the main force in the battle!

As for the others, even the cavalry of these Apologist Knights, Charlotte did not intend to let them take action! Today's battle must be performed by a few combat witches.

This was what she thought of, the best way for the Fire God Cult to show off extraordinary force to all the world!

She wants to show the fangs of their Fire God Sect to the world so that no enemy in the future will feel the slightest resistance!

"Follow me to attack!"

After saying that, Charlotte let go of the reins of the war horse and began to perform the floating technique, allowing his body to slowly float from the saddle.

As she moved, the two goddess priests of Corriya and Mary, as well as the fifty-two combat witches with white armor and red cloaks, slowly floated up from the saddle together, and followed Charlotte firmly towards the fleet on the sea!

"Long live the goddess!"

"Long live the high priest!"

"Long live the Fire God Cult!"

"I will win! I will win! I will win!"

Seeing this scene, the knight formation on the ground cheered in a more fanatical and brighter voice. Today, they will witness this historic moment together!

Plop...

It seemed that the sound of something falling into the sea sounded, and then the entire Caribbean fleet began to stir.

"This... must be God's joke... it must be right?"

Lord Beckett murmured, looking at the soldiers waving the long sword of flames in the square in the distance, and the armored witches flying in the sky, slowly and unswervingly towards his fleet. He didn't even notice that the telescope in his hand fell into the sea.

"Am I...I'm dreaming?"

He felt that, maybe, the next moment, he would find himself waking up in a comfortable and soft down bed? Maybe if that's the case, it would be a little better?

Or maybe... I have been working too hard on military affairs recently and have hallucinations?

"How could this happen?"

A moment ago, their fleet was about to enter the range and then shell out the Five Fireball Cultists who were still playing heavy cavalry, then continue to land and break through Port Royal, and then capture the pagans and hang them all on the cross!

But what about now?

After mobilizing for a while, the other party actually grabbed the magic sword burning with flames and flew up directly and attacked his fleet?

This style of painting is obviously a bit wrong... Is there something wrong?
Chapter completed!