Chapter 875 Rolling (Leader Plus 9)

"Extra! Extra! The kingdom declares war on Feysac!"

In Backlund's East Borough, the newsboy's loud shouts came.

In a rental house, a figure is outlined in the air.

This is a woman in a simple and holy white robe.

She has extremely shiny black hair, and blue eyes that seem mature and innocent. She is the 'Immortal Witch' Katerina.

She went to the window and looked out to the street.

"The war has finally broken out."

"It's going to be a war across the world, at all levels."

"It's going to be an unforeseen catastrophe of enormous proportions."

"The same is our opportunity"

A beautiful smile was drawn on the corner of her mouth: "The Church of the Storm, the Church of the Eternal Sun, the Church of the Mother Earth, the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, and the Church of the Goddess of the Night."

"The conflicts between these churches that have been temporarily suppressed for a thousand or two thousand years will probably intensify because of this?"

"'Earth Goddess' likes giants, and there are even Feysacs among the favored ones."

"The Fenepot Kingdom hates Loen and Intis because of the division of Lunburg, Maxi, and Segal."

"They are likely to form an alliance with Feysac, and then attack Loen and Intis from south to north."

"At that time, countries such as Lunburg and the Knowledge Church in the middle will definitely block it out of their own safety considerations."

"Because Feneport and Ruen are directly bordered, there will be no peace on the side of Disi Bay."

"The flames of war will be raging in the North Continent."

"Disasters will fall from the sky, and this also belongs to our era."

Katerina snorted, and continued: "But before that, we have to deal with that stain first."

"I don't know what kind of agreement she has reached with the Jagged Cross."

"Maybe, I need to talk to that hunter demigod?"

now.

On the surface of the sea, a fierce battle is going on and continuing.

However, the so-called fierceness refers to the fact that Feysac's fleet was completely helpless after being beaten, and only had to persevere.

With the command system paralyzed, even with the 'Iron Blood Knight' sitting in command, the entire fleet cannot be effectively utilized.

Now the captains of the various warships can only rely on their own experience and understanding of their colleagues to reluctantly cooperate.

Unfortunately, such a cooperation.

Not only is there delay, it is difficult to achieve synchronous movement.

And it's full of mistakes.

On the other hand, Loen's Third Fleet is completely different.

One party's command is paralyzed, and the other party is like an arm.

Compete with each other.

Soon, Fusac's fleet could no longer maintain a complete formation, and was gradually eroded by Loen's third fleet.

The battle lasted from morning to noon, and by one o'clock in the afternoon, there were not many Fusac warships still capable of fighting on the sea.

At this time, Xifa ordered that, headed by the flagship 'Trafal', a battleship formation had a clear goal and went straight to the flagship of the Feysac fleet.

On the Sevier, General Morsk with pale blond hair and bloodshot eyes stood on the deck and roared loudly: "Hit me, hit me hard!"

"Give me all our shells, shoot them all out!"

With the gesture, Mursk's order was quickly executed.

Although the orders received by the soldiers are still somewhat distorted due to the 'Iron Curtain', they generally follow the general's orders.

Morsk pointed at the leader Trafal, and roared, "Don't worry about the other ships, concentrate your firepower on one ship."

"In any case, at least their flagship must be sunk today, otherwise we will have no face to go back!"

Under the command of the general, the large-caliber main guns, various artillery pieces, six-barreled machine guns, etc. on the Seville.

All weapons were aimed at the Trafal.

On the Trafal, Xifa naturally knew that his flagship had become the target of the Fusacs to vent their anger.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, and he gestured, ordering the formation to move forward at full speed.

In a blink of an eye, the two sides were within range.

Then there is the cannon fire!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was a fierce confrontation between the Loen battleship formation and the Seville, with bullets and bombs coming and going.

The Seville did go all out, and didn't care about its own casualties at all. It just wanted to drag the Travel to hell.

However, every time a shell or bullet flew towards the Trafal, every time they hit their target, the damage done was far less than Morsk expected.

The shell that could blast a gap in the outer armor of the opposite flagship left only a dent.

A bullet that can penetrate the ship's hull, but only leaves an imprint the size of a finger.

All the attacks that fell on the Trafalle were greatly weakened, while the other battleships that were not attacked were staggering on the sea, as if they had been hit to a certain extent.

This is because Xifa used the ability of the "War Bishop" to distribute the attack on the Trafal to the other battleships in the formation, so that the Trafal could fight calmly against the powerful firepower of the opponent's flagship.

the other side.

The Seville could not share the damage like the enemy flagship, nor did it have other battleships to cooperate.

So under the concentrated fire of the Loen battleship formation on the opposite side, the Seville soon couldn't hold on.

Morsk stood on the deck, and all around him was the flames of explosions and flying debris.

In less than a minute of the shooting, the Seville was riddled with holes, leaking everywhere, and began to sink.

"how so?"

"It shouldn't be like this!"

Morsk clenched those two huge fists, only feeling like he was dreaming.

It was like having a nightmare.

When the dream woke up, he was still in the captain's room of the Seville, still commanding the Sonia Sea Fleet to take down Pritz Harbor in one fell swoop and destroy the Royal Navy Base of Loen.

Boom!

A violent explosion occurred next to Mursk, and the general was thrown out by the airflow of the explosion and fell heavily to the ground.

Fortunately, he instinctively made himself steel, otherwise, the explosion just now was enough to hurt him.

But after being bombed like this, Mursk finally woke up.

Know that I am not dreaming.

Knowing that their fleet has been defeated.

"At least."

"At least kill that flagship!"

Morsk roared, his body turned into pieces of flames, roared into the air, combined into a huge flaming spear, and threw it in the direction of the Trafal.

Xifa raised his head and instantly distributed his strength to the entire formation, all soldiers.

Let them have the spirituality equivalent to Sequence 7 in an instant, let them acquire the knowledge of using 'fireball'.

next moment.

Thousands of fireballs roared into the air, densely packed, leaving almost no gaps, and fell towards the flaming spear in the air.

Morsk didn't even have time to curse in his heart before he was hit by a fireball!

PS: Tomorrow, I have to help with homework during the Dragon Boat Festival, so I will have a day off (O`)