The Sailor Warriors hired by the Girsyankes also had a wealth of combat experience, and did not panic when they were attacked by a surprise attack, and immediately retreated behind the Gyrsyankees, wielding their wands to release fireballs to bombard those uninvited guests, while the warriors who were responsible for protecting the Navigator drew their Girth silver blades, shouted "anti-thieves" and "traitors", and stepped forward to stop the warrior monks with murderous spirit. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Most of the monks of Gis Zele did not say a word, and they dodged the magic bombardment with their agility that they had cultivated through years of hard practice, and occasionally some people were affected by fireball explosions, and they also used their outstanding light skills in time to complete a beautiful reflex dodge without suffering any damage. As for those field-controlling spells, the warrior monks are even more ignorant, and have been subjected to rigorous spiritual training in the monastery since childhood, and these young monks have strong willpower, and want to shake their fighting spirit and confuse their hearts, which is simply self-inflicted.

The Warrior Monk of Giszele and the Warrior of the Kisyankee collided violently on the deck like a tide of brown and silver-gray water, stirring up bloody waves. The Gith Silver Blade is certainly sharp, the warrior monk's fist is not ambiguous, and the flesh and blood are infused with spiritual energy and true qi, which is harder than steel.

The Kisyankees, led by the officers of the ships, also launched a counter-charge, teleporting to the warships of the Kiszele to engage in hand-to-hand combat. Both sides tried to destroy their opponents and capture each other's ships, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

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In an inconspicuous corner outside the battlefield, Roland was lost in thought.

The traditional gang-jumping tactics that have been eliminated by modern naval artillery in Varess are still prevalent in the astral realm with a higher level of civilization, such a reality seems unbelievable at first glance, but it makes sense when you think about it. There is no absolute distinction between "advanced" and "backward" tactics, and in such a specific battlefield environment, who can doubt that "white-knuckle warfare" is indeed more effective than artillery bombardment?

Perhaps one day, when Varess's civilization level returns to the era of the Arcane Empire, and he has the ability to march to the sea of stars, he will also follow the example of these astral warships and return to the gang-jumping tactics, and the warriors who are facing the elimination of cannons and muskets today will also become the protagonists of the battlefield again in the new era.

The spiral of civilization always brings with it various forms of classical revival, which is a wonderful cycle.

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The Grey Sizzle's flagship "Crystal" was the focus of the attack of the warrior monks of the other side temple, and Master Eugen personally led a hundred disciples to teleport to the deck, and as soon as the figure appeared, they raised their palms together to make a move in the air, and beams of silver energy mixed with pure spiritual energy bombarded out from the palms of the monks, like dense lasers across the deck, knocking down all the enemies a hundred feet away.

Giszelle's talent, Shockwave!

The base lethality of the Tier 2 psychic ability, Shockwave, is mediocre, similar to that of a normal crossbow bolt, and it stands to reason that this level of damage is far from enough to take down an elite samurai with a strong physique in a star breastplate.

However, the warrior monks came prepared, and used their psionic energy to greatly enhance the "shockwave" at the moment of attack.

One of the most distinctive advantages of psychic abilities over magic or other supernatural powers is that they can be boosted by an additional infusion of psionic energy.

Specific to the shockwave, for every 2 additional psionic energy consumed, the power is doubled! As long as the total amount of psionic energy infused into this blow does not exceed the Manifester level, the stacking power can be enhanced individually!

The blow of the warrior monks just now increased the shock wave to the limit of their respective cultivation realms in advance, the destructive power increased several times, and the crossbow arrows were upgraded to cannons.

The warrior monks cleared the defenders on the deck with a thunderous force, and were about to break into the bridge to seize command, when a silver arc suddenly flew from the sky, gliding around the deck, and flew back with a whistling sound.

On the deck, more than a dozen warrior monks close to the bridge tower noticed the strong spiritual energy contained in the silver flying rainbow, their eyes followed the flying rainbow movement, and found that the rainbow light did not enter the bridge porthole, and they were stunned for a moment, and in the next second, the bare heads of these warrior monks all flew into the sky, and the broken neck spewed out a fountain of blood, and the corpses shook and fell down one after another.

The silver rainbow fell into a calm and powerful palm, condensed into a twisted and uncertain Guith silver blade, the sword-wielding man stepped out of the porthole in the air, wearing a cuirass and a star crown, the "heroic spirit skin" glowed with a pearl-like luster on the surface of his skin, a plain face was cold and gloomy, and his sharp gaze swept over the warrior monks on the deck, making these self-proclaimed determined and fearless ascetics tremble, and for a while, the deck fell into a strange silence.

"Anti-thief, you have soiled my deck," the sword-wielder stomped his foot, breaking the silence, and then uttered an arrogant and cold word, "I want to drain your blood to clean the deck, do you have any opinion?" ”

"Damn the Gisyankees, wash the deck with your own blood!"

"The blood of the Giesyankee devils is black, and it will only get dirtier and dirtier the more it is washed!"

After all, the young warrior monks were strong-blooded, and they were angered by the other party's empty-eyed attitude. People who hate each other always do everything they can to insult each other, just as the Giesyankees always add the slug of "anti-thieves" when they mention their distant relatives, and the Gizele people always give their old enemies the suffix "devil" with contempt when they face the Gizyankees.

The verbal contempt was not enough to quell the hatred, and the warrior monks raised their hands in unison to blast a shockwave at the arrogant Gisyanki.

Normally, they advocate one-on-one fighting, but for the inhuman Giesyankees, there is no need to pay attention to any martial arts demeanor.

"Hehe, stupid thief, your brains are probably shaved along with your hair."

The Gisyankee sneered and waved his hand, and the legendary silver blade twisted into a shield to block the front, blocking all the shockwaves that came from the opposite side.

After the full amplification of the shock wave, the power is not inferior to that of a cannonball, more than ten shock waves bombarded at the same time, even an iron wall will be shattered, and the silver-gray shield that looks light and fragile only trembled slightly to dissolve all the impact invisible, the face of the person holding the shield did not change in the slightest, and the corners of his lips still had a sarcastic smile.

The warrior monks exchanged glances with each other, all shocked by this man's unfathomable strength.

"I said I would wash the deck with your blood."

The Gisyankee on the other side smiled, and suddenly opened his mouth to spew out a black beam of light, which swept past the deck, and suddenly enveloped the group of warrior monks in front of him.

Tier 6 psychic ability, Black Dragon Spit!

Wrapped in psionic brilliance is a corrosive acid that can be fatal with a single drop. Those young warrior monks didn't have time to react before they were swallowed up by the poisonous breath, but in an instant, more than a dozen strong bodies were all corroded into white bones, and their muscles dissolved into foul-smelling pus and blood, which sprinkled onto the deck like rain.

"I've always done what I said." The Gizelle said lightly to the white bones lying under his feet.