Four timed 250kg bombs smashed through the dome of the Archbishop of Milan and barely penetrated the deck of the magic array - while the other four bombs exploded right outside the turtle back dome of the Archbishop of Milan, destroying more than half of the magic array.

If the timed fuse that pierces the deck does not work, then the Archbishop of Milan has any hope of staying alive until the forced landing.

However, only twelve seconds after hitting the target, the bombs on the third and fourth decks of the Archbishop of Milan inevitably exploded.

The shock wave rushing in all directions completely destroyed the main structure of the empty ship Archbishop Milan. The wooden cabins were blown away one by one, and in an instant the tall and mighty Archbishop of Milan seemed to have been rudely torn apart from the middle by a pair of large hands......

With the inertia of moving forward, the Archbishop of Milan, which had split into at least fifteen pieces, fell heavily on the water.

"I guess there are no survivors?"

"It's a miserable ......"

"Alright, the photos are here, we don't have much oil left, RTB."

"Red Flame 2 received."

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"Red Flame 11 received."

Sneaking through the water, Imibizerol once again reached the limit of his breathing, and as soon as he pulled the reins with his hand, he was able to emerge from the salty water.

The sky was still so blue, and the sea did not care about the five behemoths, still controlling the waves with the same tide as it did not change.

"Looks like you're gone? ......The first thing Imibizero did was to tug on the reins that would allow the mount to dive into the water again, while looking around. Thankfully, the roar and the death-sown Iron Birds were gone.

Of course, the Wyverns and the Archbishop of Milan, the empty ship that had been behind him, were no longer hanging in the clear blue sky. Seeing this, Imbizerol could only sigh deeply, and then drove his wyvern in the direction of the Grand Fleet.

It is not that the five empty ships left no trace on the surface of the sea. Amibizero's path could see sawdust, planks, targets, and pieces of cloth in the valleys of the waves—but alas, he was the only survivor left.

"I didn't expect that what Ouffy Mondridge said about being kicked in the head by a bear was actually true. Phew. Now that I'm okay, how do I go back and confess? ”

Talking to himself, Imibizero, rowed through the sea breeze and looked over the surface of the five sunken ships—and finally without even a single comforting survivor in sight, he rode the dragon away.

However, at this moment, near the most unlikely location, the sinking site of the empty ship Archbishop of Milan, a small splash exploded violently.

"Oops, finally swim up, let me catch my breath, whew-suffocate me!"

A yellow-haired woman hugged the wooden plank in front of her, looking at the sawdust, fabric, and all kinds of garbage on the sea in front of her in surprise...... Ignoring the most surprising fact that she swam out of the deep sea.

"It's called Amibizero...... Right? Did this kid escape? Don't say that there is only one concubine left in the entire fleet. However, it would be cheaper for him to let this waste who wanted to pick peaches die to apologize for his crimes. ”

Cursing the sea and his useless men, the living god Yukrosatia gradually freed herself from the shackles of the sea with magic, stepped on the planks and began to glide in a straight line east in the blue waves.

That's right, it's not humans who can break free from the wreckage at a depth of more than 50 meters. Of course, the gods of the present world are not stupid, but they have never regarded Elta's heavenly change as a serious event. As for the fact that the priest Rumbizeroo and the nobles behind him wanted to use the means of reinforcement to pick the peaches of Ofe Mondridge, Yucrosatia originally wanted to mix in the team of magicians of the empty ship to make a secret visit, but in the end, he didn't expect the steel giant bird of the otherworldly people to directly and unceremoniously send the five empty ships to the bottom of the sea one by one.

"It's miserable. However, do you want to declare war on us because of this awareness? Yukrosatia watched the ocean sink little by little as she broke the waves, and the anger in her heart grew little by little. As the god who sheltered the Lancas Islands, whether he oppressed his own people, or enjoyed the awe and fear of his people, they still had the anger they should have when they were bullied by foreigners.

Embarrassed, Imibizerol finally found the main flotilla that still knew nothing on the surface of the sea after the night was dark. As a supervisor with a higher status than the commander of the first army, there must be some reason for such an embarrassing arrival alone--this is what the captain of the pilot ship who came to greet him thought.

Looking at the brighter and clearer of Semibizero's shadow under the pink lamp, the wrinkled purple, purple, black and stinky priest's robe, the captain's beard couldn't help but twitch - this was really right, this was not a bad thing, at least it was a big bad thing.

"Lord Imibizero, what about the others?"

"Others?" Imbizeroo was waiting for his ship's subordinates to give him a ladder to climb up. He looked up and turned his pale face to the captain, "I'm the only one." There is no one else. It's all sinking, it's all over. ”

"Huh?" The captain and the crew who followed him were dumbfounded. "This ...... How can it be?! ”

"That's it, send me a clean suit, I'm going to the flagship and order the flotilla to retreat." Imibizero, too, did not bother to explain the matter clearly, and explained it himself to a mere captain...... It's too cheap.

The captain immediately sent for clothes - the sailor's dress was loose and large, and to the captain's surprise, the priest and director of the Western Expedition, Igmibizero, had changed into the sailor's shorts and shorts in full view, which once again stunned the crew.

Imibizero, looking at the crew whose jaws almost fell to the floor, couldn't help but look impatient: Am I going to endure this soaked and tattered clothes on my body until I catch a cold? Please, everyone, I'm human too!

However, Imibizero's cultivation was not in vain, and the impatient look disappeared immediately.

"Everyone, the mountains are high and the water is long, we will have a meeting later!" The priest, who had changed his clothes, bowed deeply, and then stepped on the dragon and flew towards the center of the fleet.

"Crosswind, the whole ship turns around!" Within ten minutes, all the ships had received the flying messenger and the shouts from the inboard. Tonight, when more than halfway through the voyage, the last distance will become a natural danger for the reinforcements of the Western Expeditionary Army......

What had just been a pilot ship had become a rear, and now it had become a rear, the captain standing at the stern of the ship, looking out over the horizon where the invisible port of Eltalancas was located, with mixed feelings.

"Captain, are you alright?" A seafarer brought a hot drink from the ship's galley and greeted the sluggish-looking captain.

"It's nothing, I just think it's a little ...... How to put it, unreal feeling. ”

Seafarers have largely made their living from the sea for generations – the crew has gradually become the manager of key functions, such as the lineman, the helmsman, the chartman...... The pillars of these crews may have been ordained in imminent danger, or they may have become the captain's right-hand man, and the best of them have gradually owned or inherited their own nominal ships, or joined the naval forces of the Church of the Two Moons as captains—but they are only nominal stewards, and the ownership of the ships is still not theirs.

Captains and captains have amassed connections and fortunes in the seafaring trade to build their own ships, while educating their next generation to be honed at sea. And now the captain who is staring thoughtfully at the water antenna with a hot drink is a typical "second generation of captains". And some of the maritime families who were able to achieve positive results in the end relied on such a ship of their own to gradually become the president of the merchant fleet with several or dozens of ships forming a fleet.

Perhaps the title "Second Generation" is a bit unrealistic - his grandfather is still alive, and his grandfather's father was already the head of the crew during the Red Dragon Rebellion. In his memory, no matter how dangerous the land war was after the rebellion in the Red Dragon Kingdom, the sea power of the Church of the Two Moons was never shaken...... His grandfather still had a good memory, and he didn't have to worry about him being old and confused in this regard.

The captain put down his hot drink glass and waved his hand to signal the crew to retreat - he just wanted to be alone.

The Grand Fleet of the Church of the Two Moons actually retreated. The loss of five empty ships is nothing at all, the question is whether the days of the Church of the Two Moons running amok at sea are gone? In other words, when the Church of the Two Moons still dares to say that it has a firm grip on the laurels of sea power in the ocean, will the Grand Fleet retreat? This is the question that the bearded captain who is familiar with the route, who is well versed in the direction of the wind and currents, and who can skillfully find the direction in the wind with the help of the stars, has to think about it.

A few ships are inexplicably missing at sea a year, and that is insignificant to the monopoly trade of the Bimonthly Church. Only monopolistic trade can grow astonishing profits, and as for the profits of the captain, the profits of the captain and his father, the profits of the captain and his grandfather, and the profits of the captain and his grandfather, they are only the smallest link in this chain of interests.

How many bizarre clippers have made the merchant ships and warships of the Church of the Two Moons missing? It sounds scary. But this is nothing compared to the profits from monopoly trade. If the ship is lost, it can be rebuilt, if the seafarer is missing, it can be rerecruited, and the work on the wooden sign on the dock is still so popular that you need to queue up to make an appointment.

What's more, the civilian ships and warships of the Bimoon Church are hugging together, and only a few of them are simply mantissaks. The retreat of the Grand Fleet, which was not at the time of the Red Dragon's strength, was now clearly happening in front of his eyes.

"I can understand this, don't the people in the flagship understand?" The captain read a sentence in pieces, and walked down the stern with some disapproval. The wind blows really hard at night, and people at sea generally have some more or less rheumatic problems, and he can't stand it after staying for a long time.

But as soon as he turned, he missed the almost impossible looming sight under the moonlight on both sides—a man and a board riding the wind from the far back of the fleet, a face full of anger beneath the fluttering yellow hair and frowning brow.