The blazing kingdom behind the sand sea, the land of kings honored by blood, hospitable, and clear enmity, this is the impression of the Terra people on the land of Flying Flames.

The Flame Lands are one of the oldest kingdoms and human settlements on Terra, and when the ancestors of the Far Flame built an underground settlement around a water source under the solid soil of the sand and established the first kingdom, the city-state of Sattar was the predecessor of the empire, before the conquest of the other human city-states on the Quinor Plains.

Today, the Flamelands are no longer inhabitants who live in the wilderness to escape the heat, and even have developed an extremely powerful navy, but their cities still have many sturdy underground structures.

Coupled with the fact that their main ethnic groups are the Iron People and the Red People, the custom of fighting for water and arable land by force has long disappeared, but the spirit continues to this day, cultivating a tradition of advocating close combat.

Even this tradition is reflected at sea.

Not long after the bombardment, two high-speed battleships appeared on the other side of the rain curtain, and the lookout was in a panic the moment they spotted them, for they were flying privateer flags that were almost pirates, and their hideous blades and skeletal flags hunted in the wind.

Obviously, the Flying Flame Land is completely shameless, but the contradictions between the two countries are shameless in the first place, so this should be considered decisive.

"They're going to take us captive!"

I don't know who spoke, this is indeed a correct judgment, the two high-speed warships came in a hurry, and it can be seen that they have given up their intention to sink them, and instead intend to rely on their speed and tonnage advantage to force them to stop and capture them.

This situation made most of the sailors look depressed, and they did not feel that they could resist the professional navy.

This decadent state of mind began until a high-speed warship suddenly stopped in place after a melodious 'clang' sound, and then began to tilt in the waves.

- I have to say, what could be more morale-boosting than when an imposing enemy rushed to cut him, and suddenly fell flat and gnawed a mouthful of mud?

- Maybe you can only surpass the fact that you are killed by a passing shark when the enemy is rushing towards you.

"Prepare for battle!"

Taking advantage of the shark's success in halting a warship, Ian commanded loudly, and even the sailors who had not intended to resist took up arms.

'Fuck these bitch bastards!' ''The sea has been sealed for so many days, I will scatter you!'' As soon as the momentum arrived, this rough embryonic country population emerged.

Just like the people of the Flying Flame Land look down on the Empire, the people of the Empire don't look down on the Flying Flame Land, especially when the other party closes the sea in the good fishing season, and everyone has no money to earn and no food, which is really a revenge of killing the father and mother.

But the battle ended sooner than anyone thought.

Before the broadside battle began, the high-speed warships of the Flamelands released large expanses of gray-red mist, in which swarms of 'Aoi Spiders', a marine arthropod that has a symbiotic relationship with the poisonous sea anemone, can float in mid-air along the rain curtain and attack their targets in groups.

The armies of the Flamelands are accustomed to harassing enemies before gang jumping begins, and the Aoi Spiders, capable of creating chaos and releasing toxins, are perfect biological weapons, these small, multicolored arthropods the size of a human fist are clustered together like a glow-red cloud that swept towards the sailboat like a wave rising in mid-air.

For a moment, the sailors, who had just mustered up their courage, were almost about to surrender again - they could barely breathe the moment they saw these poisonous things with teeth and claws, and their fingers clenched the firearms and fishing guns turned white.

In an instant, the spider waves rushed down, and even a few sailors were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, and they almost didn't pee.

"The use of high-risk biological weapons is strictly prohibited."

But at this moment, the steady voice of the White Mist Bishop sounded behind everyone: "Stand down." ”

He took a step forward, his eyes glowing with blue fluorescence, the old man raised his right hand and smoothly pushed open the non-existent doors and windows, and an invisible force twisted the wind and rain, forming a transparent wall in mid-air, causing the raindrops to splash on the wall.

The Aoi Spiders still wanted to get closer and hunt for fresh flesh, but the next moment they were pushed out of the way by the huge invisible wall, and they rolled upside down and fell towards the Flying Flame Land battleship, causing a burst of screams from the opposing ship.

Bishop White Mist doesn't kill rashly, but that doesn't mean he won't deal with those with malicious intentions.

But then, he didn't continue to attack, but his figure flashed, and the whole person was submerged in the water, according to the information coordinates given by Ian before, to find those armored troubles that were lurking, intending to sink the ship.

And Ian immediately seized the opportunity, he held the long sword in his hand, and with a vertical leap, the fairy wings activated.

The boy tread water in mid-air, almost like a white lightning bolt, and almost followed the swarm of Aoi spiders that had rolled back to the enemy battleship.

- Gang hopping? Who's going to jump who's gang maybe!

Although he said that he was ready to fight, Ian didn't think about fighting with people on his ship, not to mention how brave a group of sailors were, it was impossible to compete with the navy, even if it could? When the ship is destroyed, as long as they can't force this group of Flamelanders to sail, they are destined to be captured by the main fleet that arrives later.

In that case, it is better to go to the opposite boat to catch a live opening, or kill a few more people.

"Someone boarded!"

An incredible voice came from the warship's side: "It's a water attribute sublimator, fairy blood-"

Before he could finish speaking, Ian was already charging in his direction.

After activating the inscription, the captain's Wind Shifting Sword can be used with the wielder's Wind Essentia to create wind pressure saws like chainsaw cutters, which can easily shatter the knight's armor, but Ian doesn't have Wind Essence Essence, he just uses it as a strong enough first-level iron sword.

But totally sufficient.

The sword light flickered, and an arc of water lit up in the rain curtain, and Ian ignored the neurotoxins released by the surrounding sunflower spiders, and he slashed out with a sword, and the sword wind alone dispersed the rain on both sides.

No, it's not just lined up.

Instead, it shoots in the direction of the blade!

The navy that had previously released the Aoi Spider was powerless in the face of Ian's sword, and the three leaders flew upside down as if they had been hit by a sledgehammer when they touched the current, and the fate of those who blocked the shock wave of the water was even more tragic - their heads were cut off by Ian's blade, attracting the Spider to scream excitedly, converging and gnawing in the direction of the flesh and blood.

From an outsider's point of view, it was like Ian swinging his sword, and Rain Mist and Aoi Spider obeyed his orders and rushed away wherever his sword was heading.

Immediately after that, Ian continued to charge.

Although his assault just now killed several Flying Flame Land Navy who did not react, he was also surrounded by other people, and the navy, which was already ready to jump gang, had already drawn their weapons and surrounded them, and there were even shooters in the rear who raised their firearms to shoot at Ian.

But before they could launch, Ian had vanished from their crosshairs.

And when they spotted Ian again, they found that the other party was actually leaning down against the deck and 'gliding' - it was too late.

The blind spot instantly caused the white-haired boy to cross the line and appear behind the shooter.

The sword flashed, and the three shooters were cut into two pieces with their guns.

Pieces of meat, blood, and red-hot metal tumbled in the rain.

Only two bits of cyan light flickered indifferently on the dimly lit deck.

Lewen