On the higher city wall, some people saw this whaling ship that came to reinforce it, and it was also a great prestige, not only because of the huge combat power of the whaling ship and the sea creatures that came to help, but also because the well-equipped knights on the ship were experienced in combat and were a rare new force.

For a time, the encirclement formed in the city and on the sea besieged the Koman rebels, and they could only watch their numbers decrease little by little, and they were already defeated in this war of attrition.

"On the battlefield, as long as one side is defeated, it is inevitable to flee." That's what Brandt often says. Vanessa held the side of the boat in her hands, looked at the collapsed Koman army in front of her, and imagined the joy of avenging her mother for the enemy with the blade, and the pain in her body had long disappeared.

Bumping, tearing, and decomposing, the Summer Princess smashed ships into flying pieces. She burst open like a ripe fruit, though none of the fruit could make a screech of wood splitting. Accompanied by the flesh in the sky, the knight in rattan armor jumped onto the deck on the tentacles of the sea monster, like a flood beast, scattered on the armor, the sword in his hand shining brightly, taking people's lives...... "Come back!" Phoenix roared, "Dylan! You Captain Rush! Give me back! The iron rope was raised, and Phoenix felt the deck, already ravaged by the sea monster, move, and the whaling ship quickly broke away from the Phoenix, and the oars re-entered the water.

Then, I heard a short, sharp bark, as if someone was panting in his ear. After a while, it became a howl. The deck beneath his feet vanished, and black water hit his face and poured into his nose and mouth. He choked on water, drowned, and didn't know where he was. In the boundless terror, Phoenix struggled blindly, coupled with the arrow wound in the chest, his consciousness gradually moved away from him, and the battlefield on the sea seemed to be another world, all of which had nothing to do with him.

However, a qiē continues.

Half of the fleet brought by Phoenix vanished, the charred hull of the ship drifted into the deep sea with the dead, and the drowning people clung to the smoking planks scattered in the water. The sea was still filled with arcs of magical light, and a fifty-foot-tall green fire demon rose from the sea monster, which swirled and danced. It had more than a dozen arms, each holding a long whip, and with a wave of the whip, it caught fire there. The Sea Soul burned, as did the Dragon's Spine and the Virgin on both sides. The Conch, the Cricktail, the Valiant Hunter, and the Wings of God all burst into flames, and even the Magic Essence and the Poseidon were not spared, and the demons devoured them without distinction. The ornate Demon Flame attempted to turn around, but the demon lazily stretched out a green finger and swept over her silver oars, lighting them like candles. For a moment, it was as if she was paddling through the water with two long rows of bright torches, trying to break free.

However, the iron rope was raised. The gods saved me, and they raised the barrage.

Dylan had warned me, but I hadn't listened.

Phoenix calmly looked at the sea at the first qiē.

In the wide estuary where the river flows into the bay, the chains stretch tightly, about two or three times above the water's surface. More than a dozen warships had already hit the barrier, and the dense waves were pulling other ships across. A long wall of fiery steel, red-hot shipwood, and swirling sea monsters stood between them. The whole sea boiled endlessly, and everywhere there were burning masts, burning soldiers, and the debris of ships bursting into the air.

It became the gates of hell.

Go ahead on your way, Koman, I can't accompany you to the throne of the Olops, even though I've always thought it should be mine. The woman on the whaling ship opposite, I'm afraid she's the real Crescent Commander, but unfortunately I couldn't kill her, Koman, you've finally met a fierce enemy, but that's fine, I'm glad to see you panic.

Born in the sand, he had never experienced the fear of water flooding his body, and his natural water control magic made him think that water wasn't that scary.

It's really ironic, my magic is the water system control, and in the end, I want to die in the water, and God will really make people.

It was a whole new painful experience for Phoenix to cough up the water in his lungs, only to open his mouth and pour in more seawater, he couldn't breathe and death was looming.

The war drums roared in his ears, like a stream flowing at the bottom of the valley, winding through the bed of dry bones. Phoenix saw the moonlight sparkling on the water, and under the trees, the horses neighed softly, stretching out their hooves to rip through the soft ground covered with fallen leaves. People lowered their voices and nervously joked. From time to time, he heard the faint sounds of spears clashing and chain mail sliding, but even those sounds were hazy and indistinct.

The gold and iron intersected, and a piercing scream came out, and the old wolf Voguson, his father and ruler, was slashing at him with a heavy sword, his huge face taut as hard as ice, and a thick beard, one by one, standing on end; His eyes were cold and cruel, like a cold sandstorm day. He glared at himself, his body and face were as huge, "Don't beat like a!" Despite being in the water, Phoenix felt the sweat still pouring out, "You're the son of the Wolf King!" ”

"He's just an ice swamp skewer." Achilla's sword-like face leaned in, revealing her snow-white, sharp teeth, and sneered.

The wolf king exchanged glances with his daughter. Phoenix struggled to get to his feet, only to have one knee propped up when the world began to spin.

"You don't need a sword," he heard Koman, "the mind kills." Then darkness engulfed him again.

Phoenix returns to Fort Wolftooth and stands in the ruins to face the perverse Wolf. He was tall and fierce, and the hair of the bison under his crotch was more messy and fluffy than his hair. The monster dug through the ground with its hooves, digging deep trenches in the dirt, and his wolf filed its teeth and charged at him.

"Gongatu—he killed his wife, and now he's on his way to kill you!" A face emerged from the mist, it was Finney's own face, with anxiety, fear, and deep attachment to his brother.

Oh, I should have been an actor in a free city-state.

But the other face rushed over and shouted at him: "Xiaofei, I love you!" "It was a tattered face, though it belonged to the most powerful imperial princess on the continent.

"Fuck off, you ugly bastard." Phoenix raised his hand to wave his face away, but was entangled in more strange things, all with hateful faces and suffocating horror forms.

They wrapped around Phoenix's arms, thighs, and torso, and carried this stunningly beautiful human as they spiraled and plunged deeper into the darkness.

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