Acharn, this name Yang Yuefan kept repeating almost in his sleep, and the pressure from reality made him find that his hair loss had begun to increase, to know that he could keep his hair in the relevant departments, which was comparable to the feat of hunting the big demon.

"We sank a Chaos battleship called the Solace, but this is the third time we've logged it." Zog Mancini continued to describe the battle on the sea: "If nothing else, we will soon encounter it for the fourth time, it is growing in size, and the crew of the Solace kept shouting the name Archaon before it sank. ”

"The Dingyuan was hit hard, but also because of Acharn, he can fly, can release poisonous mist, can shoot flames, armor can resist artillery fire at close range, the musket has no effect after hitting, if we didn't sink the Comfort in time, the broken ship sank to the bottom of the sea with him, maybe he could have done it alone." Mancini's words made the warband channel instantly quiet.

"Is he really a gamer?" Mancini couldn't contain the shock in his heart and asked, "He looks more like a guy with a plug-in than his head!" ”

Yang Yuefan looked at his falling hair with some regret, and felt that what Mancini said was right, that Archahn was really a guy who opened the plug-in.

The best way to deal with the hanger is of course to send another hanger, Yang Yuefan remembered his behavior of using Xu Yichen's life support capsule as a mansion talisman in the spaceship, and blushed a little, because he had to pit the other party again in the game.

"How did Feng Wuyi disappear?" Xu Yichen was silent for a while and asked, obviously Achahn's strength was completely beyond the players' expectations.

Zog Mancini sighed: "He didn't have time to get out of the consolation in order to retrieve the corpses of several sailors. ”

"To be more specific, we must now rely on your description to analyze Archahn as a person." The words of the demon hunter forced Mancini to recount the previous naval battle on behalf of Master Sanzang and the other sailors.

The sea was full of the smell of gunsmoke, and the artillery on the side of the Dingyuan was constantly roaring, and a large number of shells were poured out, enveloping the Comfort in a wave.

The battleship blessed by Nurgle had extraordinary defensive power, and it continued to devour the destroyed warships, becoming much larger than before, and growing a thick cuticle on the surface of the ship.

After the solid shell hits the Solace, it will even ricochet, and even the more advanced flowering shells will not be able to inflict truly lethal damage on the Solace.

What's more, most of its crews, who can't survive and can't die, are numb, they don't care about the enemy's fierce artillery fire, if it weren't for the constant urging of the Comfort to take up arms, load shells, and counterattack, they would even be able to sleep under the heavy artillery fire.

Achahn was very dismissive of his crew, reminding him of the foremen who used to pretend to be busy on the construction site.

There were only a handful of crew members who satisfied Archahn and the Consolation itself, such as the ship's gunner, Koda, who had dark gray skin and a huge cyst on his neck that made it seem like he had two heads.

"Fill those heads in, you carrion! We're going to shoot a salvo, a salvo! "Koda is tall, and the huge cyst squeezes half of his cheek, allowing him to see with only one eye, but that doesn't stop him from being a good gunner.

"The rotten skull cannon is moving forty-four centimeters towards ten o'clock, at a slightly higher angle!" Korda's rotten feet on the same rotten deck, communicating with the Comfort in a way that a human warship could never do.

The cannon slowly but surely creeped to where it should be, as Korda had commanded, and the deck below it gradually thickened, increasing the angle of elevation to the point where Korda had requested.

"Fire! Teach them a lesson! Korda kicked the cannon, which was covered in human skin, and the position of Korda's kick was exactly where the human skin face was: "I know that ship, it sank us last time!" ”

The face that had been ripped off tried to grin with its teeth, but it failed, and as the plague cannon fired, it seemed to exhaust all the energy of its body, and it suddenly wilted.

Acalong watched his own fire launch with satisfaction, and walked up and down the deck excitedly, his boots absorbing the soft flesh of the deck, and every crevice in it was constantly flowing with bubbling fermented swill: "That's right, that's it! I'm starting to be impressed with you! ”

Master Sanzang, who had already stepped onto the deck, frowned and looked at the strange battleship in the distance, the creatures living on land would never have imagined that such a strange thing could be produced in the sea.

Master Sanzang left the Loess Region back then because he took the relationship of a witch and used the teleportation array to reach other continents, and he did not fight his way out of the chaotic encirclement like the sailors on the ship, so he was a little uncomfortable with this rhythm of battle.

In Master Sanzang's excellent dynamic vision, more than a dozen swollen fat heads as if they were about to vomit were smashing towards him with a whistling sound, and he subconsciously kicked over and intercepted one of them.

The rotting heads, like rotten fruit, exploded on the spot, splattering the deck with corrosive acid, while more rotting heads fulfilled their mission and hit the Dingyuan.

Several sailors who could not dodge in time were splashed with pus, and they were covered with scabies and prickly heat on the spot, and fell to the ground convulsing continuously.

The sailors in the vicinity did not even dare to approach, so they could only end the suffering of the other side with spears or muskets, and then they entered the battle again.

No one likes death, but it can be adapted and used to, because there is a worse ending in this world than death.

Master Sanzang watched as the corpses of several dead sailors began to dissolve, their muscles and bones fused together like jelly.

Two or three small monsters about forty centimeters tall crawled out of the corpse, their colorful skin, round and harmless.

Nurgle, Master Sanzang had seen such inconspicuous little things, and he knew that they were moving plague walkers, experts at mischief full of malice, and that if they overcame their fears, perhaps a strong peasant would be able to blow their dog's heads, but without the purification of professionals, it would not be long before the villages where it appeared would be turned into a dead land.

Master Sanzang lifted his iron palm and killed him.