The sound of the wind sounded sharp howling in the demon's ears. The demon's black and rough spherical body shone with a dark red light under the blowing of the sea breeze, like coke containing the raging flames. In the rapid flight, the opponent's huge body quickly rose in front of him...

"Bang", the demon squeezed into the opponent's body effortlessly. In the creaking of pain, the demon tore open its hard skin, breaking through the opponent's defense like lightning, and hitting a soft object behind it.

"Puff!" The red and warm liquid poured on the devil's ball-shaped body, making a hissing sound, and white smoke rose. With a "when", just as the devil was trying the taste of blood, he was finally blocked by a layer of unyielding steel.

The "bang" demon fell to the ground, and the slightly deformed spherical body rolled on the wooden board for a few times. Finally, he stopped his progress helplessly, and quietly waited for the next time to drink blood in place.

"Save...I, save...I!" The young sailor with ash face stretched out his right hand to his companion in front of him helplessly, and his left arm struggled to support his upper body. The internal organs were exposed from the section of the waist swept by the demon. As the young man crawled, a long piece of intestine was dragged out from the wooden board.

"Cough cough!" Odin supported a golden shield with both hands, bent down and coughed violently, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

The leader of the Temple of Gods, who was injured in the internal organ, did not pay attention to his injuries. His eyes were open and his anger was staring at the golden shield tightly. A mottled pit appeared on the dark golden surface of the shield. When he approached the pit, he could still smell the smoke of gunpowder.

Odin's eyes slowly swam from the golden shield to the half-spent corpse on the ground, and the spherical demon who caused all this. While stroking the pit of the shield, a complicated expression appeared on his face: "Old guy, it's just a 24-pound shell, just a shell from the Black Powder Age!"

"Captain, are you okay?" The trench rushed out of the smoke and stretched out his arm to Odin.

"No need!" Odin stood up with a golden shield, stretched out his right thumb to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Trench, you are also MT. Have you taken such shells in the last artillery battle with the Swedish battleship?"

"Yes, my professional shield is scrapped in that naval battle..." The trench was silent for a moment, and then said, "The suppression of the reincarnation in this world is too great. Our personal force is almost insignificant in naval battles."

"It was my mistake. I shouldn't have brought you to the Aegean Sea. Maybe this was a trap. The old K Group didn't come to Delos Island at all!" Odin's tough face appeared for the first time, and he turned around to look at the side of the ship behind him.

On the side of the ship, a bathtub-sized hole was in sight. This was the masterpiece of the 24-pound solid shell just now. Through the big hole on the side of the ship, the head and deputy commander of the Temple of the Temple could already see the English battleship two hundred yards ahead.

The streamlined hull of the Sea Sovereignty was like a fire-breathing monster from hell in their eyes. Every time the white smoke and flames sprayed out from the side of the ship made their hearts beat wildly.

"It seems that Heiding and Henry Morgan have fought once, and we happened to break into their war zone in a very unfortunate manner, and were forced to become the bait for the front drive by Heiding!" The trench said expressionlessly.

"...Trenches, look, the three warships of Heiding came on, and Henry Morgan stopped shooting us." Odin patted the trenches on the shoulders of the trenches, and a hint of elegance appeared in his eyes. "If there is still a chance, we will definitely have another chance!"

"Captain..." The trench's eyes darkened, and he couldn't help but look up and glance around, "Is there still a chance?"

Odin looked at the deck filled with smoke, and his expression suddenly stagnated. The giant Arab warship, which was full of more than ten minutes ago, was filled with the groans of injured pirates everywhere, and the flesh and blood limbs and broken wood of the hull covered the entire deck.

The main mast of the warship was broken from the root and poured towards the bow. The entire main mast, with the huge weight of the sail, completely crushed the front mast, and there seemed to be several unlucky guys lying down at the bottom that they had no time to avoid. The sails of the mast were ignited by artillery fire, and the fire was spreading along the dense sail cables to the entire ship.

Odin and the trench were both bitter at the same time, which was the flaw of the warships not having real navigators. Although the Temple of the Temple has completely controlled the warship, no one of them really knows how to sail.

If this happened on the Vasa, then Xu Mo would not have to give any instructions. Other sailors would have led the sailors to cut off the sail cables that were pulling the mast. They would rather let the main mast fall into the sea than let it affect the other two masts, let alone let the fire on the sails threaten the entire battleship.

This giant battleship used both the sails, but the paddlers located on the second floor of the warship were killed and injured in the artillery battle just now. Now only the rear masts are left, and a fire is ignited on the ship, which has basically announced the death penalty for the giant Arab warship.

The English defeated the giant Arab warship with little effort, even easier than the Ottoman supply ships they sank the morning before yesterday.

"Is the Temple of Gods going to be destroyed in my hands?" Odin's face suddenly turned pale, his eyes turned black, and he drove forward.

"Captain..." The trench was shocked and grabbed Odin's arm.

"Trench, I'm sorry!" Odin stared at his deputy in a daze.

A hint of anger appeared on the trench's face, and a "slap" slap was on Odin's face, and shouted loudly at him, "Odin cheered up, we are not dead yet!"

Odin raised his hand blankly, stroked his swollen face, his pupils gradually returned to focus, and he stood up again, "Trench, thank you!"

"The boat is sinking, let the team members get on the boat!" The trench grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and smiled heartily.

"It's too late, look!" A somewhat gloomy voice suddenly came from behind the two of them.

"Ghost Fog?" Odin and the trench were startled, and the trench took two steps forward, leaning against the side of the ship to look towards the sea.

I saw that the only few small boats left on the warship that had not been burned, had been put down from the sea by the remaining pirates and were quickly away from the warship. The other pirates who had not boarded the ship began to dig into the sea like dumplings, swearing into the sea, and swam towards the craft.

"How dare they betray us!" The trench was furious, and his fingers pinched the side of the ship and embedded them tightly into the wooden railing.

"These pirates could not count on them. Our alertness was too poor. They discovered that the warship was about to sink earlier than us!" A sarcastic laughter from the surging black fog came from the swelling black fog, "But they can't escape much, look over there!"

Odin and the trench looked along the ghost fog's fingers and saw that there were many triangular fins breaking through the waves on the sea. The two of them suddenly changed their faces and looked at each other.

"shark!"

"Is that the end?" Odin closed his eyes gently and took a deep breath. The wet water vapor in the sea breeze thrust into his nose, clearing his mind. Various scenes of entering the era of sea power flashed through Odin's mind. Thinking of the strategy of breaking the deadlock with force that he had formulated, Odin suddenly felt so ridiculous.

The game is still the same game, but the power is not what he thinks is the power. This naval battle is like a bolt from the blue, completely breaking the past perception of the Temple of Gods, making them feel their weakness and weakness.

They were also the most advanced warships of this era. Even if the giant Arab sailboats were not as good as battleships, their defeat seemed too incompetent. Under the command of Henry Morgan, the Sea Sovereignty was like a skilled dancer, hovering around the Arab warships, teasing the ugly duckling who had just learned to walk.

Since the Temple of Gods formulated the strategy of breaking the deadlock with strength, they were destined to be the result. In fact, under the guidance of this strategy, even if Xu Mo and Odin changed their roles, it would be the same.

If Xu Mo had not seen the fierce battle between the Vistalos and the Hell God in the last time he entered the era of sea power, he would have no way of unimaginating the heroic and grandeur of the battle at sea, or he would have not experienced the power of these plot voyeurs.

The Temple of Gods dared to abandon this process of understanding and chose to break the deadlock with brute force. Then when they realized this mistake, it was naturally too late. Even when Xu Mo chose the era of sea power, he could not have predicted this.

"Are we going to die here?" The trench stared at the sharks in the sea with a blue face, and the screams of pirates fell into the water came from his ears.

Even the two small boats that began to be hit by sharks in the distance could not make the man feel gloating. The present of these pirates would soon become their future.

"Captain..." Athena and the remaining members slowly surrounded her.

The white veil on the elegant woman's face had fallen and disappeared at some point, revealing a beautiful face of her. Several injured temple members looked at the triangular fish fins on the sea and looked desperate. Perhaps someone in the temple would escape successfully, but they would never be there.

"I'm sorry, I brought you into a dead end!" Odin smiled bitterly.

"We are not at the dead end yet!" The ghost mist that had been silent spoke lightly, and the black mist covering his face surged sharply. "Captain, trench, Athena, everyone... Haven't you always been very strange? Why am I like the pervert of the thorn, never showing my true face? You will know soon..."
Chapter completed!