The 60 cannon is indeed small, and the entire cannon body plus the shelf is not even as tall as an ordinary person. If it was a burly person like Pan Long, even if he was squatting on the ground, he would not be shorter than it.

This cannon is also light, and a gunner can just pick it up and leave. The "Heavenly Father's Shield" team of fourteen people, but there are four such small cannons, lined up, which is spectacular.

They don't usually set up all four guns, because the number of shells is limited. But at this moment, to bombard the ghost ship, what is needed is as fierce firepower as possible, so not only the two guns that are commonly used in usual times have been erected, but also the two spare cannons have been taken out together.

Each cannon has three people in charge, one who observes the point of the cannon and provides guidance with spells, one who is responsible for loading and detecting the cannon to ensure that the small cannon works smoothly, and one who is responsible for stabilizing the cannon body to avoid accidents.

These are all specially trained, and today's clergy may not be good at drawing swords and slashing people, or they may not know how to heal and save people, but they will definitely know at least one technique such as shelling, observation, correction, and maintenance.

...... It's kind of keeping pace with the times.

At this moment, the veteran who was the captain of the team gave an order, and four white rays of light rose from the observer's body, drew a parabola in the air, and landed near the ghost ship.

Then, the four parabolas quickly adjusted, and it only took a second or two for them to shift their positions and place their landing points on the ghost ship.

It was only then that the observers raised their hands and signaled that they were ready to shell.

Then the gunner loaded the shell, the assistant stabilized the gun mount, and with a roar, puffs of white smoke came out of the muzzle, and the sacred cannonball made of silver steel cut through the evil fog, leaving white trails in the air, exactly in line with the parabola drawn by the observer with a spell.

In the blink of an eye, boom, boom, four clouds of smoke exploded on the ghost ship.

The 60 cannon is not very powerful, and that is compared to heavy artillery or group spells. For this small pirate ship, it is already amazingly powerful.

With just one round of shelling, the ghost ship was blown up in mist, and the mast, bow, stern, and deck burst open everywhere, turning from a translucent hull into a thick smoke, as if the smoke would collapse at the slightest gust of wind.

The pirate spirits on the shore suddenly let out a sharp scream, their bodies suddenly disappeared, and then appeared on the ghost ship, one by one busily adjusting the ship's position, turning the muzzle, and using the ship's cannon to bombard the priests.

"It's ridiculous!" said the veteran captain with a sneer, "The naval artillery that was backward more than a hundred years ago wants to fight against the mortars that have only been born for more than ten years?

"There are always people who are behind the times. One of the young crusaders laughed and said, "Haven't we ever encountered a psychotic person who charges at a cannon with a large wooden club?" ”

"That fat guy really has a brain problem. Another crusader said.

"But the undead don't even have brains. ”

They laughed, completely ignoring the cannons on the pirate ship.

Because, while Amen was speaking, the observers had adjusted the firing position again, marking the landing point of the cannonball on the gun position of the ghost ship.

The roar was heard incessantly, and before the pirate undead could prepare to open fire, the gun emplacements of the ghost ships had been named one by one. The artillery was directly blown into clouds of smoke, and even if it could be repaired again, don't think about confronting the clergy.

And the shelling of the clergy has not stopped.

After four rounds of shelling, a total of sixteen shells, the veteran captain lowered his sword and gave the order for a ceasefire.

At this moment, the ghost ship had already been blown up, and the entire hull was almost completely shrouded in smoke, and Pan Long's gaze penetrated the smoke to see a pirate ship that had been broken to the point that it was not even a complete shelf.

The bow, stern, and mast of the ship were all gone, and there were more than ten large holes in the hull, and mist was gushing out of the holes as if it were bleeding.

A large, bloated giant wears a captain's hat and stands on the deck of a pirate ship. He was brandishing his scimitar in this direction, as if he was swearing. But that's all it could do, because its small half of its body was also blown into smoke, and it couldn't even stand if it weren't for the cabin board behind it.

Around this pirate captain, there were six or seven pirates. Once a shipload of undead had been swept around by the priests in a physical way, and now that's all that remains.

Even these last pirates were physically crippled. At a glance, it is clear that they have completely lost their combat effectiveness.

Pan Long nodded slightly, very satisfied with the efficiency of the clergy.

In just a few minutes, they crippled the ghost ship. Although Pan Long himself can do the same thing, and even if he is at full power, the output will only be more powerful than them, but considering the difference in strength between each other, I have to admit that this group of professionals is indeed capable!

"Next, the undead should be fused. The veteran captain was obviously very experienced, and said in a deep voice, "Fusion can increase their strength, and even allow them to resist shelling to a certain extent." But it will also make them lose the ability to escape, and they will have to fight us to the death. ”

He turned to look at Pan Long, "If you can really control them here, we can purify them - in that case, even if the pirate ship and their corpses are still at the bottom of the sea, without the undead as a core, they will be just ordinary shipwrecks." But if you can't......"

"Rest assured. Pan Long interrupted him, "Wrap it up on me!"

As he spoke, he moved his neck and wrists as he walked in the direction of the ghost ship, and casually asked, "What do you want to bind them in so that they can be purified?"

"Just make them immobile for a while. ”

"Okay, wait a minute, it'll be over in a minute. ”

As he spoke, those undead had indeed gathered into a ball, fusing into a monster with seven or eight heads, a dozen arms, teeth and claws like a huge ball of slime, but emitting a black evil aura.

(I remember when I watched the game video, if players played the difficult "Bay" dungeon, the final boss would look like this.) Unexpectedly, a round of shelling by the clergy turned the pirate undead into a difficult boss. It's a lot of fun!)

Pan Long thought in his heart, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

The gigantic undead monster roared in anger and leaped from the shattered ghost ship.

As it leaped up, the ghost ship, which was already riddled with holes, burst out violently, turning into streams of evil qi that merged into its body, making it even larger, like a boulder falling from the sky and smashing towards Pan Long.

Pan Long looked up and immediately estimated where it landed. With a stretch of his hand, he pulled out the divine long knife, and with the influx of true qi, a dazzling white light lit up on the blade.

"You're too big for others to purify, so I'll take a burden off for you. ”

As he spoke, he swung his long knife, its light flickering, and before the huge undead monster could hit the ground, he had already sliced many pieces from it.

The transparent arms and legs were cut off, and then burst into the air, turning into transparent smoke, and then being impacted by the power of the divine long knife, completely dissipating under the light of the sword.

By the time the giant monster hit the ground, it looked much more normal. Aside from a few extra heads, it doesn't seem to be noticeably different from a large rock on the side of the road.

Of course, Pan Long could cut it in two. But in this case, it is nothing more than a temporary repulsion of it. After ten days and half a month, it will still be reborn, no different from before.

So Pan Long stopped there, just pressed the blade on top of its head, and the true qi turned into a circle of bright white light through the blade, firmly restraining it.

The priests were dumbfounded, and the young men were just that, like the veteran captain and others were all knowledgeable, and they could see at a glance that the huge undead monster was a monster called the "undead chimera", and the strength of this monster was completely determined by the strength of the undead who composed it.

The one in front of him is almost equivalent to the strength of the entire ghost ship, which is quite powerful among the undead.

To deal with such an undead, it is generally necessary to dispatch an entire squadron of hundreds of priests to form a divine circle and guide the power of heaven to rain down the holy fire in order to destroy it. A team like theirs can only restrain it unless it is introduced into a certain church and with the help of the power of the Holy Land.

But "Mr. Dragon" understated that with just a few knives, he cut off the hands and feet of this huge monster, and then as soon as the blade was pressed, the monster was pressed to the point that it could not move, leaving only the power of roaring.

Doesn't this mean that the strength of this "Mr. Dragon" alone is at least equivalent to a church that has been in operation for many years and has dozens of holy relics installed?

What a power that is!

They looked at each other, and suddenly realized that their judgment of this mysterious master of unknown origin yesterday seemed to be completely wrong.

Yesterday they thought that "Mr. Long" was simple, gentle, and approachable, and subconsciously thought that he was not particularly powerful, and all kinds of rumors might just be exaggerated.

Now they know that the legend is not exaggerated at all.

...... may even say that his power is too small.

This is probably because those fools and laymen have limited knowledge, and although they have witnessed his power, they cannot really understand the power of those actions. It's like ordinary people who see the sun and only think it's bright and hot, but can't really understand what the "center of the stars" is.

But thankfully, such a strong man is on the side of goodness and justice, and he is their teammate!

The priests took steps and ran towards Pan Long's side. As he ran, he took out various holy relics and ritual artifacts and prepared for purification.

After a few minutes, they formed a circle around the giant monster that was being bound.

The veteran captain at the head held a red cross battle flag on a white background and sang a hymn loudly. The other clergy held their relics and chanted in a trio to his rhythm.

Circles of white light emanated from their bodies and sacred objects, forming a circle that surrounded the monster. Then the white light came out of the circle, first in wisps, and then slowly combined, and finally turned into a shuttling light, like a line outlining a huge six-pointed star in the circle.

The veteran captain exclaimed, "We are born from the earth, and we have been given shape by the mercy of our Heavenly Father, walking in the world, singing of His glory and spreading His mercy." ”

"Heavenly Father is high!" the priests chanted in unison.

"When we grow old, our bodies wither and we have no vitality. We will leave this temporary shell behind and go to the temple of our Heavenly Father to be converted to His glory. ”

"Heavenly Father is supreme!"

"And the shell that comes from the dust will return to the dust. It's like a tree leaf falling, like a four-hour circulation. ”

"Heavenly Father is supreme!"

"It never ends. When the Father's people walk on earth, the will of the Father is transmitted on earth. ”

"Heavenly Father is supreme!"

"At this moment, there are lost people in front of us. They have lost their faith, they have forgotten where they came from, they cannot find their home. So I prayed that Heavenly Father would reopen the door to the front for them and allow them to return to the cycle of life. ”

The veteran captain lowered the battle flag heavily and planted it on the beach in front of him.

Then all the clergy shouted together: "Dust to dust, dust to dust!"

They shouted repeatedly, and with the shouts, bright white light continued to penetrate the bodies of the gigantic undead.

Transparent figures emerged from the distorted fused bodies, dressed as sailors and pirates, looking as if they had just woken up.

The veteran captain raised the battle flag again, and a white light fell from the sky, turning into a vortex in front of them.

Those transparent figures woke up from a dream and hurried towards the whirlpool, as if they were afraid that if they took a step slower, they would miss the opportunity.

It wasn't until the sailors rushed into the whirlpool that a strong man in a pirate hat came out at the end.

He didn't rush to go, but turned his head to look at the crowd.

His gaze was bright and powerful, sweeping over Pan Long and the priests in turn.

Finally, he nodded, glanced at the distant peak, spat at the foam, and walked into the whirlpool without any attachment.

When he also disappeared into the whirlpool, the huge monster shook and trembled, and the phantom of a ship gradually emerged.

The phantom swirled in the air, and after a moment it burst away, and from it many transparent figures emerged, falling into the vortex one after another.

Eventually, when no more people appeared, the huge monster collapsed to the ground like mud, emitting a trace of black gas, which in a moment turned into dust.

As the clergy sing, dust to dust, dust to dust.