"The enemy's flat-topped ship has been spotted!" came the good news from the lookout sailors.

At the same time, there was also a battle alarm, and the main ship group of the Eastern Continent crashed headlong into the main ship group of New Eden, and the two sides began a close artillery battle, and some warships even started a white-knuckle battle after the collision.

"Raise the flag! Let the navy and pirates change according to the preset formation! Outflank the enemy ship regiment in front from both sides!"

Under Marceau's orders, his fleet began to split, with the pirates outflanking the enemy from the south, and the Ashbee navy outflanking from the north, while Marceau's armed fleet began to assault - their targets were the flat-topped aircraft carriers.

As the distance approached, the fleet's escort battle mages began to rise into the air, and the effect of the invisibility circle was canceled, and the New Eden ship group was obviously unprepared, and Marceau's Dawn crashed away a small ship blocking the course with a ramming angle, and then under Marceau's operation, the battleship began to turn sideways, and the three layers of gun doors on the side near the large flat-topped aircraft carrier were all opened.

"Fire!" the gunnery was in charge of firing, and as he screamed, the heavy solid shells used in this round of shelling hit the waterline of the target, and the recoil sent the ship sideways to the other side, at which point, the gun emplacements on the other side picked another new Eden ship that was accelerating, and the lower flowering shells, the middle chain shells, and the upper shotguns swept across the New Eden battleship.

"Embark on the ship, meow!" The kittens threw their grappling hooks while the battleship turned sideways to the target, and the gun emplacements on the deck began to reload with shotguns, while the lower deck began to reload with flowering shells as planned.

As the shotgun swept across the opposite deck, the kittens swung across the sea.

Marceau, on the other hand, secured the rudder, took the blade handed over by the preservator, and grabbed the rope from the mast and swung it to the opposite side.

As soon as he landed, the kitten in charge of the outpost ran over: "Your Excellency, we have found the passage and elevator to the deck below. ”

"Let's go!" pulled the revolver from his waist and transformed himself into a water elemental being, and Marceau jumped down the exploding elevator with more than a dozen kittens who had also transformed themselves.

In the sun-lit inner cabin, the unactivated wailing banshees hung upside down like bats, while the activated banshees and the dead acolytes who cared for them screamed and pounced.

Marceau pulled out the item in his waist bag, which was a signal stick with the light of the Heavens attached.

As the light of heaven lit up the darkness before them, the banshees shrieked out of tune, the dead acolytes began to spontaneously combust, and the kittens who jumped down raised their flamethrower guns in their hands—the incendiary agent soaked with blessed oil had an absolutely lethal effect on any undead.

Flames began to sweep across the entire inner deck.

"Transform into a fire elemental form!" Marceau said, tossing the musket in his hand into the hands of his companions in the back row.

The blade in his right hand began to activate, and the flames enveloped the blade, and as the fire elemental Marceau walked inside, he was followed by the fire elemental kittens carrying the fire-breathing canister

Knocking through the burning Acolyte of the Dead and splitting the flame-encased Banshee with her sword, Marceau saw the Banshee Gathering Stone in the Central District, the Shrine for the Wailing Banshees, and as long as the large stone was not destroyed, the Banshees would be able to resurrect in the Gathering Stone after a natural day of death.

Without Marceau's orders, the kittens had already sprayed the fire oil on the stone, although it was not afraid of fire, but the divine blessing in the oil and the seeping silver powder would completely damage the large stone.

Then, the banshees outside will lose their chance to resurrect if they die...... Then it's really a waste of ashes.

These units weren't bombardment units like ghouls and goblins, and the loss of one wing was enough to make the hearts of New Edens feel painful, not to mention that the stones seemed to hold at least six wings of banshees.

"Let's go!" Seeing the rallying stone set on fire and the ship in flames, Marceau and his men returned to the helicopter, where they had prepared all steel ropes for them, and they were able to drag them up with a lifting buckle made of adamantite gold.

"Your Excellency, our battle has been very successful. Said the kitten who handed the revolver back to Marceau.

"Now is not the time to celebrate victory, we need to find new prey, tell the units, drive and sink all enemy ships near important targets. With that, Marceau raised his musket and pulled the trigger on the New Eden, who had just sat up from a pool of blood on the deck.

What an unfortunate lucky one.

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Back on the ship, the kittens cut the grappling hook ropes, Marceau steered the rudder and began to turn, and the battlemage began to use wind-making to speed up.

"Enemy ships!!to our left!two!, they're coming!," the sailor screamed.

Marceau turned the rudder and turned her head to the left to look to the left, where a New Eden battleship was approaching diagonally at high speed, which was terrible considering its large ramming angle: "Prepare to ramming! Upper deck shotgun ready to bombard! Grab what you can hold onto!"

With that, Marceau struck the rudder to the right, and eventually, the hulls of the two sides collided first - the Dawn was made of northern ironwood, which was inherently very hard, and with the treatment of magic, the impact did not cause much damage - except for some kittens and steppe elves who rolled all over the deck because they couldn't hold on to them.

"Meow ready for the bombardment! little cubs!" Marceau's bombardment captain grabbed the cable to avoid the fate of rolling and jumping on the deck, and slapped the hapless ones to catch them into the gun position.

At the same time, the stern gun on the rear floor and the kitten's flamethrower had already begun to attack - the effective fire radius of the heavy flamethrower was twenty to sixty meters, enough to turn the bow of the opponent's ship into a sea of fire.

The stern guns were using flowering shells, and the new Eden, which was much shorter than the dawn's hull, was immediately washed from the deck.

"Wind Magic!" Marceau shouted, and the battle mages immediately slapped two Wind Spells, and the battleship that had been slowed down by the impact immediately picked up, this time, Marceau slapped the rudder to the left, riding to the T-head position of another new Eden battleship that wanted to use ramming tactics.

"Fire meow!" the bombardier screamed, and first the lowest solid bullet flew sideways to break one of the enemy ships' masts, and then turned their bow into splinters that were rampaging through the air.

Then the mid-level chain bullet flew sideways and swept the sails of the battleship, and finally, the shotgun spewed deadly shotguns at the ship that had approached but lost its speed.

Marceau then saw two flowering bullets land on their bow, blowing the entire bow away, and the bow of the Virgin of Skulls holding a dead baby with a strong post-modern anti-sanctity of New Eden flew over the head of the battleship, burrowing through the gap between the two masts, and the skeletal head of the dead baby fell off, knocking over a hapless kitten.

"What an idiot pretended to be a flowering bomb!" Marceau's bombardment was in a rage, and if the thing had been crooked a little bit, it would have killed the two mainmasts of his ship.

While the kittens on the gun emplacements meowed and looked to the left and right, Marceau also saw the kittens in one of the gun emplacements propelling a solid bullet into the sea.

Meow, can you little bastards not be so lacking in heart.

The hapless kitten was dragged aside by the prairie elves of the first responders.

"Give me concentration! Enemy ship! right!" Marceau said, turning the rudder: "Bombardment chief!

"It's my job!!" Leaving the fools on the left, the bombardier came to the right and gave the order: "Old rule!

The kittens on the gun emplacements quickly checked the barrels.

The enemy ships began to approach, it was a small gunboat, because of the thin barrels, the shells they fired were not lethal to the Dawn, and a few chain shells missed the right part - they hit the side of the ship and fell into the sea.

Then the shelling of the Dawn began - a salvo of solid shells from the lowest level knocked its side into a honeycomb, and the small gunboat began to sink at a speed visible to the naked eye because the waterline had taken several shots.

And its companions ate all the shells on the middle and upper gun emplacements, the chain shells wrenched its sails, and the shotguns and flowering shells washed the whole deck in blood, one of which hit its bow image, and the poor Madonna and the baby in its bosom were reduced to pieces and disappeared.

Marceau noticed that his bombardment chief was going crazy.

.。 Writing Chinese Network M.