Röntgen Brontë, who was almost forty years old, rubbed the mustache that was not much on his lips, and seemed not very satisfied with the lack of beard.

The roar of the magic crystal cannon rang in my ears from time to time, and the hull of the ship shook violently every two minutes.

After being fooled by Jones Sr. into joining the Graybeard Pirates, Roentgen Brontë grew a beard.

Of course, it can't compare to old Jones's gray beard.

Taking out the small round mirror that he carried with him, at the last moment of his life, Roentgen Brontë carefully groomed his beard.

But then a huge tornado swept across the Wellington not far ahead, and Röntgen Brontall forgot even the beard that had been plucked out of his fingers.

"The gods are above!, which wind mage is extending a helping hand?" muttered Röntgen Brontë.

On the deck of Major General Wellington's flagship outside the porthole, there was no longer any Haiwei who could still stand, and even the magic crystal cannon that more than a dozen people couldn't lift was carried into the sky by the tornado.

The tornado continued unabated, and another warship following the Coast Guard's flagship was also caught in the tornado's devastation.

"Wind super-level magic 'Hurricane Technique'!" The surviving pirates on the Roentgen, who knew that they were going to die, looked at the stout tornado that instantly stunned the thirteenth fleet, and they all suspected that they were in a dream.

The Wind Magire, to whom Roentgen Brontë was grateful, did not show up, only to see two black lightning bolts rushing down from the clouds, and the electric switch galloped into the bridge of the Coast Guard's flagship.

Enter through the porthole on the front of the bridge and exit at the rear mast.

When the attacking side hovered in the air, Röntgen Brontë realized that they were two storm chasers.

One periosteal wing is broken, and the other, larger one, is indeed intact.

Thinking of the sky above the volcanic island, the high-level wind chasing beast that integrates sea beasts in the north, this is the enemy of the Thirteenth Fleet.

Warcraft Sea Beasts know how to repay their kindness, but they are more vindictive.

"This is the seventh-order Wind Chaser Beast who has come to take revenge with his companions, haha! God protection! Praise the sea god!"

Roentgen Brontë clasped his hands in a bowed hands, made a godly gesture of prayer, and was reverent.

"Captain Röntgen! there's still one minute left to overrun the magic array!"

"Fifty seconds!"

"Thirty seconds!"

......

In front of the microphone, there was the sound of the pirates counting the seconds in the bottom warehouse, and the stunned Röntgen Brontë suddenly became cold.

With the help of powerful sea beast allies and the hope of survival, who wants to die?

"Fool, stop condensing your magic! Do you want to blow up Lao Tzu's ship?"

"Quick! Carry the magic crystal out of the magic array!

"Going to die, going to die! Captain Röntgen, twenty seconds to go!"

"Go faster, fool! Aren't you a fifth-order high-level swordsman?

"Captain, there are ten seconds left!"

......

"One!"

Röntgen Brontë heard the spitting of several of his men on the bridge very clearly.

Stretched out his neck and sniffed, fortunately, no one was scared to pee!

At this time, the Gathering Magic Array was unstable, and only a little external force was needed!

"God forbid, don't take a shot at this time!"

"Boom!"

I was really afraid of something, and after everyone closed their eyes and gritted their teeth for a few seconds, the heat wave that should have arrived did not come as expected, and everyone swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Captain Röntgenium! The magic of the Gathering Array is beginning to dissipate!

"Wow!

"Woo Ka!

Röntgen Brontë, whose back was wet with cold sweat, smiled and nodded calmly to the group of men around him.

"Summons the Williams and tell them that our crisis is temporarily over!

It was extremely easy for everyone to escape from the shadow of death, and the first mate sent a message to the Williams word for word, according to the captain's orders.

The Roentgenium, which was close at hand, seemed to have been forgotten by the Thirteenth Fleet, and the pirates even ran to the deck and laughed at the hapless enemy.

There are even pirates standing on the deck fence and taking off their pants to extinguish the fire on the burning enemy warship.

How terrifying the seventh-order sea beasts were, and how timid the current Thirteenth Fleet was.

The extremely fast Wind Chaser could only be chased into the shadow, and the body with amazing physical defense hit the battleship with a large transparent hole.

There are also countless wind blades that rotate back and forth around the Wind Chasing Beast, and the high-level combat power below is either dead or injured.

Wind Chasers that have been damaged by the Crystal Cannon know where to attack first.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the magic crystal cannon in the bow and stern of the Thirteenth Fleet was either blown into the air or crashed into the sea.

If it weren't for the high-level super-level combat power in the Thirteenth Fleet to resist to the death, the three warships of the Coast Guard would be fish and meat now.

Major General Wellington on the seventh order could only roar on the deck with his weapon raised, the three systems of sea, land and air demonic beasts, the most difficult thing to deal with was the winged and difficult to lock the air-type demonic beasts.

However, with the mages on the three Black Iron Battleships concentrated in one place, the magical attacks in the sky still caused damage to the two Wind Chasers.

Magicians are most worried about the lack of mana, but in the case of no shortage of high-quality magic crystals, every magician can still perform at a higher level.

Röntgen Brontë was not stupid, as early as when the threat of self-explosion was lifted, he led a crew of less than 300 people to board the lifeboat and set off towards the Williams.

"Hey, it's a pity that there are so many magic crystals!"

Looking back at the slowly sinking ship, Roentgen Brontë sighed.

The pirates who escaped from the bottom warehouse, each with a pocket full of high-quality magic crystals, which they prepared for the new "Roentgenium".

After a few seconds of silence, Roentgen Brontë asked the first mate beside him, "How long will it take to blow yourself up?"

"Well, it will take two quarters of an hour at the earliest, Captain! We've taken half of the high-quality magic crystals, and it may take a little longer for the magic array to condense the magic power this time!"

The remaining pirates of the Roentgen ran away, leaving the Thirteenth Fleet with a big gift that would explode.

When Extraordinary harnessed the water element to the battlefield, he saw four battleships emitting white gas and black smoke looking at each other, as if whispering.

Pulling down the goggles, he took a general observation, and said regretfully to old Jones: "The three black iron battleships of the Thirteenth Fleet, the 'Roentgen' are lying on the ground!

"Roentgen Brontë is not the first combat force of Graybeard, the three Coast Guard battleships were blown up, and even the main guns were gone!"

With the extraordinary narration, old Jones frowned, how is the "Roentgen" breaking the bull, and it can't beat three warships of the same class.

Extraordinary was also wondering at this time, under his magical perception, he clearly felt a palpitating elemental fluctuation not far ahead.

"I'll go, whatever, it's gone in a flash!"

When the extraordinary gaze finally fixed on the two Wind Chasers, a dazzling red light suddenly lit up from the Roentgenium.

Then there was a loud "boom", and a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared as far as the eye could see.