The sound of the wind resounded in the demon's ears with a sharp whistling sound, and the demon's black, rough spherical body glowed with a dark red light in the sea breeze, like charcoal containing raging flames. During the rapid flight, the opponent's huge body quickly swelled in front of him......

"Bang", the demon effortlessly squeezed into the opponent's body, and in a painful creak, the demon tore through the hard skin, lightning-bolted through the opponent's defenses, and crashed head-on into a floppy object in the back.

"Poof!" The red, warm liquid poured over the demon's orbular body, making a snorting sound and sending up white smoke. With a "dang", just as the demon tasted the blood wantonly, it was finally blocked by a layer of unyielding steel.

The "Tom" demon fell to the ground, and its slightly deformed ball-like body rolled on the wooden board a few times, and finally reluctantly stopped its progress, quietly waiting in place for the next time to drink blood.

"Save ...... I, help...... I! The young sailor, whose face was covered with soot, helplessly stretched out his right hand to his companion in front of him, and his left arm struggled to prop up his upper body. The entrails peeked out from the severed section of the waist that had been swept away by the demons, and as the young man crawled, a long stretch of belly dragged out of the plank.

"Ahem!" Odin held a large golden shield in both hands, bent over and coughed violently, a bloodshot from the corner of his mouth.

The head of the Temple of Gods, whose internal organs were wounded, did not pay attention to his injuries, and his eyes were glued to the golden shield. A mottled pit appeared on the dark golden surface of the shield, and when you got close to the pit, you could still smell the smell of gunpowder.

Odin's gaze slowly swam from the golden shield to the half-corpse on the ground, and the globular demon that caused all this. While stroking the pit of the big shield, a complicated expression appeared on his face: "Old man, it's just a 24-pound cannonball, just a cannonball from the era of black gunpowder!" ”

"Commander, are you alright?" The trench burst out of the smoke and stretched out its arms towards Odin.

"No!" Odin stood up with a golden shield and stretched out his right thumb to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Trench, you are also MT, did you take this kind of shell in the last artillery battle with the Swedish battleship?" ”

"Yes, my professional shield is scrapped in that naval battle......" The trench was silent for a moment, then said, "The suppression of reincarnation in this world is too great, and our personal force is almost insignificant in naval warfare. ”

"It's my mistake, I shouldn't have brought you to the Aegean Sea, maybe this was originally a trap, the old K regiment didn't come to Delos at all!" For the first time, a hint of bitterness appeared on Odin's resolute face, and he looked back at the side of the ship behind him.

On the side of the ship, a hole the size of a bathtub came into view, the masterpiece of the 24-pound solid shell. Through the large hole in the side of the ship, the chief and deputy commander of the Temple of Gods could already see the English battleship two hundred yards ahead.

The streamlined hull of the Sea Sovereign looked like a fire-breathing monster from hell in the eyes of the two of them at this time, and every time the white smoke and flames erupted from the side of the ship, their hearts beat wildly.

"It looks like Hayredding and Henry Morgan must have fought each other once, and we just happened to be very unlucky enough to break into their war zone, and we were forced by Hayredding to become the bait of the front drive!" The trench said expressionlessly.

“…… In the trenches, you see, three of the battleships of Highredding came up, and Henry Morgan stopped shelling us. Odin patted the trench on the shoulder, and there was a hint of gleam in his eyes again, "There is still a chance, we will definitely have a chance!" ”

"Regiment Commander......" The trench's eyes darkened, and he involuntarily looked up and looked around, "Is there still a chance?" ”

Odin followed the trench's gaze toward the smoke-filled deck, and the expression on his face froze. The groans of wounded pirates resounded everywhere on the huge Arab warship, which had been fully staffed just over ten minutes ago, and the entire deck was covered with flesh and limbs and shredded wood.

The battleship's mainmast was broken from the root and toppled towards the bow. The entire mainmast, with the huge weight of the sails, completely crushed the foremast, and there seemed to be a few unlucky eggs lying underneath that had no time to dodge. The entire sail of the mast had been ignited by artillery fire, and the fire was spreading to the whole ship along the dense sail cables.

At the same time, the hearts of Odin and the trenches were filled with bitter water, which was the defect that there were no real navigators on the battleship. Although the General Regiment of the Temple of the Gods had completely controlled the warship, none of them really knew how to sail.

If this had happened on the Vasa, then there was no need for Xu Mo to command, the other navigators would have led the sailors to cut the sail cable that was pulling the mast. It is better to let the mainmast fall into the sea than to let it affect the other two masts, let alone let the fire on the sails, threaten the entire battleship.

This giant battleship has dual oars and sails, but the oarsman on the second floor of the battleship was killed and wounded in the artillery battle just now. Now only the aft mast of the three masts remained, and at the same time a fire broke out on the ship, and the death sentence of the giant Arab battleship was basically announced.

The English had crushed the massive Arab warship with little effort, even more easily than the Ottoman supply ships they had sunk the previous morning.

"Is the Temple of the Gods going to fall in my hands?" Odin's face suddenly turned pale, his eyes turned black, and he drove forward.

"Commander ......" The trench was startled and grabbed Odin's arm.

"Trenches, I'm sorry!" Odin stared at his deputy in a trance.

A hint of anger appeared on the trench's face, and a "snap" slap was thrown on Odin's face, and he yelled at him loudly, "Odin cheer up, we are not dead yet!" ”

Odin raised his hand in a daze, stroked his puffy face, his pupils gradually regained focus, and he stood up again, "Trench, thank you!" ”

"The boat is sinking, let the members get into the dinghy!" The trench grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and smiled heartily.

"It's too late, look!" Suddenly, a somewhat eerie voice came from behind the two of them.

"Ghost Mist?!" Odin and the trench were startled, and the trench took two steps forward and leaned against the side of the ship to look out to sea.

I saw that the few remaining boats on the battleship that had not yet been burned had been lowered by the remaining pirates and were quickly moving away from the battleship. The other pirates who did not board the ship began to make dumplings, scolding and jumping into the sea, fluttering towards the dinghy.

"How dare they betray us!" The trenches were furious, and the fingers that pinched the side of the ship were tightly embedded in the wooden railing.

"These pirates can't be counted on, our vigilance is too poor, they detected the imminent sinking of the battleship before we did!" From the surging black fog came the sarcastic laughter of the ghost mist, "It's just that they can't escape far, look over there!" ”

Odin and the trench looked at the ghost mist's fingers, and saw that many triangular fins appeared on the sea at some point, and the two of them suddenly changed their faces and looked at each other.

"Shark!"

"Is this the end of it?" Odin gently closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The damp moisture in the sea breeze cleared his mind. All kinds of pictures of entering the era of sea power flashed in Odin's mind, and remembering the strategy he had formulated to break the game with force, Odin suddenly felt so ridiculous.

The bureau is still the same bureau, but the force is not what he thinks it is. This naval battle was like a thunderbolt from the blue, completely shattering the past perception of the Temple of the Gods, making them feel their own weakness and powerlessness.

They were also the most advanced warships of their time, and even if the giant Arab galleys were inferior to the battleships, their rout was too incompetent. Under the command of Henry Morgan, the Sea Sovereign is like a skilled dancer, circling around the Arab warships, teasing the ugly duckling who has just learned to walk.

The Temple of the Gods has been destined for this outcome since they formulated the strategy of breaking the game with force. In fact, under the guidance of this strategy, even if Xu Mo and Odin switch roles, it will also be the same result.

If it weren't for the fact that Xu Mo had seen the fierce battle between the Vestelos and the Hell God the last time he entered the era of sea power, he would not have been able to imagine the grandeur and grandeur of the sea battle, or the power of the navigators of these plots.

If the Temple of the Gods dared to abandon this process of understanding and choose to break the game by brute force, then by the time they realized this mistake, it would naturally be too late. This was something that Xu Mo could not have predicted even when he chose the era of sea power.

"Are we going to die here?" The trench stared at the shark in the sea with a grim face, and the screams of the overboard pirates were heard in his ears.

Even the two small boats in the distance that began to be staggered by shark impact could not make the big man feel a sense of schadenfreude in his heart. The present of these pirates may soon become their future.

"Commander......" Athena and the rest of the group slowly gathered around.

The white veil on this elegant woman's face had fallen off at some point, revealing a beautiful face that was beyond the world. Several injured members of the Temple of the Gods looked at the triangular fins on the surface of the sea, their faces filled with despair. Maybe someone in the Temple of the Gods will make it to escape, but there will never be them.

"I'm sorry, but I brought you to a dead end!" Odin gave a wry laugh.

"We're not there yet!" The ghost fog, who had been silent, spoke lightly, and the black mist covering his face surged sharply, "Regiment commander, trenches, Athena, everyone...... Haven't you always wondered why I've never shown my true face like that pervert of the stinger? You'll find out in a moment......"