The sky gradually darkened, the sea breeze became more and more violent, and the sea gradually rose and fell, swaying up and down the warship. The people who participated in the battle may have been red-eyed, or they may have been too tired to take care of their lives, or perhaps they were so confused by something that no one noticed these movements, let alone the anger that came from afar.

The battle lasted for a long time, until the howling wind threw distant raindrops on the battlefield and on the faces of everyone involved. In the dark clouds in the distance, a few bright lights flashed, followed by bursts of "booming" thunder. The icy raindrops, although they do not have a piercing feeling, are no less than a sharp cone, and the thunderbolt is more like a hammer with a handle, slamming into everyone's heart.

Finally, someone looked up, not one or two, but almost everyone, all the same. Looking at the clouds and waves rising in the distance, everyone understood one thing: the storm was coming.

Everyone knew how terrible the storm was, and when it appeared in front of them, everyone was terrified. They all threw down their weapons, looked desperate, or prayed to the gods, or hugged their heads and wept, and some of the unbearable were already slumped to the ground, and they were talking madly.

What grievances, what goals, under the power of nature, under the oppression of life and death, all seem so small. The poor soldiers and sailors hurriedly shook hands and made peace, hurried to their posts, or hid in their cabins and prayed to heaven. No one wants to die, let alone die in the sea, and even the bones are gone.

"Damn, how could this storm come now," Viscount Eric said, standing on the deck, surprised and desperate, "We have only been sailing for four months, and it will take another month to meet the storm, how can it be at this time." ”

However, there was no time for Viscount Eric to think about it, seeing that everyone on the deck was hurriedly making preparations, but frequently made mistakes, he hurriedly ordered several of his personal guard knights to supervise the arrangements, not counting on how much experience they had in resisting the storm, but planning the order to ensure that everything could be carried out in an orderly manner, while he sat in the command room and took care of the overall situation.

The first to suffer was a small boat on the edge, perhaps the mast was damaged, and the mast was broken in the wind, and many ships were damaged to varying degrees of damage to their masts.

This is not over, and what follows is a monstrous wave, layer upon layer, becoming more and more violent. The small boats on the edge of the battlefield could not withstand this level of waves at all, and in an instant, two ships were overturned, and the people on board were like ants, and before the second wave came, they were already beaten into the sea by the undulating waves, and were swept into the depths of the sea by the turbulent undercurrent.

Rao is the "Golden Swallow" hull is tough, and the tonnage is also extremely high, but under this monstrous wave, it is also like a lonely boat. Even though Viscount Eric had already ordered the fleet to cover each other and move in groups, the violent wind howled not only blocked the sound, but even the flag could not be enforced, and in the end, only two capital ships and a dozen or so small ships followed the "Golden Swallow", and more ships were more and more alienated by the angry waves and strong winds.

Then a torrential downpour of rain poured down, and the wind intertwined with the raindrops, splashing on the surface of the ship and the sea, stirring up gusts of mist. The sound of wind and thunder, the angry waves, the rain and fog, only the shadows of the ships were longing, and the ships seemed to be surrounded in their own small space, and they could no longer communicate.

The storm was so fierce that even the most seasoned sailors on board were terrified, and could only pray to the gods in their hearts, and do their best to obey the destiny of heaven. But it was as if the providence really wanted to wipe this fleet in the open ocean.

"What the hell is that?" Bourcho, the internal affairs officer, pointed in extreme horror into the rain and mist, and several people around him, including Viscount Eric, couldn't help but glance in the direction he was pointing, it was a huge black shadow, although it was blocked by the rain and fog, it could be seen at a glance that its height was not lower than that of the capital ship, after all, it was attacking a power ship, and the capital ship was pulled by its strange force. As a heavy wave hit, the captivating capital ship instantly overturned on its side, but the huge black shadow dived into the sea and rushed towards the "Golden Swallow".

"Gunner ready," Viscount Eric shouted, "reload your ammunition and resist with all your might." ”

"Lord Viscount, the rain is too heavy, I'm afraid the ship's guns won't be able to fire!" The Fire Run Commander shouted as he hurried towards Eric.

Suddenly, a huge tentacle burst out of the sea and fell straight to the deck of the battleship, impartially slapping the hapless artillery commander to the ground, and blood and flesh splattered several meters away. Immediately afterwards, several tentacles were thrown out of the sea on this side, as if they wanted to deal with the capital ship before, subverting the "Golden Swallow".

Fortunately, the "Golden Swallow" was larger than the capital ship, and although these tentacles were huge, they could not hold them, and after several fruitless efforts, the tentacles retracted into the sea. But before everyone on the "Golden Swallow" could take a breath, a huge head emerged from the sea, revealing a hideous appearance: the whole thing was an oversized dark red octopus head with black spots.

As if annoyed that it had failed to sink the Golden Swallow, the big octopus stretched out its huge tentacles and swept towards the deck. In an instant, almost all the guns on the deck were swept to the ground by him, the steel cannons that hit at the beginning were almost broken by laziness, and several gunners who were frightened to the ground by the big octopus were also slapped into a mess of flesh and bones.

"Quick, go to the lower deck," shouted Viscount Eric, directing the remaining gunners to the lower deck and return fire with the broadside guns.

"Bang bang" a few times, the side artillery fired at the octopus tentacles, although the octopus tentacles were tough, but after all, they were flesh and blood, and they were also splashed with flesh, blue blood burst out, and even a few shells hit the root of a tentacle, breaking a tentacle hard, the octopus was in pain, subconsciously retracted the tentacles, and viciously glared at the side of the "Golden Swallow" with those two huge eyes. The gunners didn't care about the big octopus's feelings, and fired another round of cannonballs at the octopus's head, which almost hit the big octopus in the eye, so frightened that it quickly retracted into the water and left in a huff.

Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief and focus on fighting the wind and waves. Suddenly, another tentacle sprang out of the sea, snapped a mast in half, and suddenly retracted into the sea. This made everyone lift their hearts again, and there was a rush of command. Fortunately, after waiting for a long time, I finally saw the big octopus go to scourge a capital ship in the distance, which made everyone feel at ease. There was no time to mourn for the others, so he hurried to maintain the balance of the battleship and prevent the battleship from sinking and capsizing.

The wind roared, setting off one wave after another, and as time went on, the battleship sank and the crew was buried in the sea. The "Golden Swallow" relied on its own capital and the fleet it had gathered to support each other, and it was a little more stable in this turbulent sea, so that it would not be easily buried in the rags.

After a long time, the strength of the storm also weakened slightly, and although the rain curtain dissipated, the other warships were completely lost, and only remained. The 10,000-strong expeditionary force was almost all killed in the storm, and even those who are still alive may not be able to hold out for long.

The storm has not stopped, and the cloudy sky, reflecting the vicissitudes of the sea, looks more and more terrifying, and the "rumbling" thunder is like a warning from the mighty forces of nature, warning the small and arrogant mortals not to touch this vast and mysterious world.