Mark soon discovers that this is not a delusion.

The muzzle velocity of the shells fired by naval guns close to the level of the First World War on Earth was indeed relatively fast.

In the real world, most of them will have good lethality.

I'm sorry, but this is the spirit world.

Just like there is a magical saying on the earth that "smog breaks the laser". Even if it is a high-power laser cannon, in the face of a haze day with large particles in the fog, there will be serious deviation and shortening of the range.

In the spirit realm, the cannon on the back of this big crab is stronger, and in this environment, the power is obviously greatly reduced.

You can see that the clear psionic energy waves are turbulent, and the speed is not very fast, giving people the illusion of stirring the pulp lake or rice porridge with a big stick.

However, the lethality of the artillery was still there, and even after a noticeable slowdown, the artillery still angered the black fog that haunted the cruise ship.

The black mist condensed one, two...... Dozens of monster-like claws, angrily slapping off the slowed cannonballs.

However, this also confirms the fact that the cruise ship in the spirit world is not so comfortable in the face of the blow of the spirit.

"Fire! Fire! Kill that monster!" Standing on an alienated blue whale, a Meng man who was obviously a storm warrior looked very excited, his heroic voice spread far and wide through spiritual power fluctuations, and Mark They could hear his voice from five hundred meters away.

At this point, one of Margaret's students asked her, "Dean, can they make it?"

"It's hard to say, the premise of success is that the other party has not completely turned the cruise ship into a complete [anomaly]."

"What if it's completely mutated?"

The dean glanced at Mark and smiled bitterly, "That cruise ship originally had artillery!"

The dean is also a wonderful person.

As soon as she finished speaking, Mark found out that the dice of fate helped her lose a [1].

This......

Mark's expression was a little stiff.

Teacher, do you have any big trouble with the goddess of fate?

Almost the moment the dice came out, the image of the cruise ship in the real world, which had not changed in any way, suddenly became extremely hideous and terrifying.

On the spiritual sea, probably at the waterline when the cruise ship was not yet loaded, a terrifying rift suddenly appeared.

There was no tooth-aching cracking of steel, the crack was there all along.

From the bow of the ship to the belly of the ship, a mouthful of bloody fangs that were at least a meter long came out.

Right in the middle of the fangs, thick tubes stretched out.

From the outside, it is not at all obvious that these things are artillery.

At first glance, it looks more like barnacles on the reef by the sea.

The scene was so bizarre that the first thing Mark remembered was the absurd image of a huge Mimic monster with fangs, a few cigars in its mouth, and a large tongue full of barbs......

"Not good! Hurry back!" Mark's exclamation alarmed Margaret.

The old dean did not doubt Mark's instincts in the slightest, and her right hand slapped against a strange half-human high column, and the flying saucer-shaped extraordinary object immediately moved silently and quickly in the direction away from the cruise ship.

The occult academy moved so fast that one of the large pipes had to adjust the muzzle.

That feeling of stupidly shifting the target is too anthropomorphic.

It's not just her, but several groups of people are consciously backing back, and the guys who haven't had time to retreat are miserable.

"Boom!"

12 guns, unscientifically moved to the same side.

Metal cannonballs the size of human heads twisted, swirled, and drilled through the viscous spirit space, quickly crossing a distance of kilometers, and hitting the Storm God Cult's war weapons led by the Great Crab.

The big crab can be said to have been shot into the soul.

A psionic cannonball shot through the crab's original mouth with great skill, and drilled directly into the place where the turret base was, producing an extremely exaggerated explosion.

I don't know if it hit the ammunition bay or some other power core, as soon as the shell got in, I saw a chaotic tide of green spiritual power gushing out in reverse.

The translucent and colorful psionic slurry was so large that it felt like at least a standard pool of liquid squirting out.

The two triple shells above the back shell were blown up more than ten meters high, and the long barrels were twisted into shape, like several broken tachyns.

Rao is like this, the soul of the big crab has not completely dissipated.

It seems that the Cultists of the Storm are driving the crab towards the cruise ship.

The two crab's hind legs slammed hard against the waters of the psionic sea, and the modified chainsaw pliers were raised high.

Margaret muttered, "Those storm maniacs are going to die!"

The Storm Cultists are notoriously grumpy old men.

Hate the enemy, and be cruel to yourself.

The enemy on the sea could not be contained, perhaps because of the military order made in advance, or for some other reason. Just when his own crab was half destroyed, and the five alienated blue whales blew two on the spot and seriously injured one, the commander on the big crab still issued the order to charge.

The next scene is a bit too tragic.

The psionic artillery on the cruise ship, which is based on modern artillery, clearly has a good rate of fire, and when the crab breaks through to a distance of 800 meters, the cannon fires a second round of artillery.

"Boom, boom!"

This round of shelling of the cruise ship seems to be due to the irregular S-shaped tactical maneuver of the big crab, and the hit rate has dropped greatly, only one of the big crab's left front leg has been blown up, which undoubtedly greatly encouraged the storm cultists.

The remaining three blue whales carried a large number of cultists under the cover of the big crabs, and pressed over in a formation similar to a cone.

Here, Mark sighed.

"Teacher, can you get this extraordinary thing a little closer? I want to help with the shooting."

"You ......" Margaret was stunned for a moment, and then she saw the burning eyes of the students, "Okay! I'll make a small cut in the shield. In the event of disadvantage, I have the right to choose to take the students to retreat."

"Good!"

Seriously, Margaret didn't think that Mark would be able to pull out two heavy cannons at will.

In the spirit world, you can't win by looking at whose cannon is more advanced.

The medium of spiritual power is different from air, and only long-range weapons that have been immersed in spiritual power for a long time, or even those built with highly concentrated spiritual matter, can have stronger power and longer range.

Don't look at Mark's cannon like an artifact from centuries ago.

The incomparably pure spiritual power fluctuations almost shook the dean's glasses off at a glance.

"Where did you get the psionic cannon?"

Mark's younger siblings, as well as the three members of the purification team, watched the unmanned cannon quickly complete the whole process of washing the barrel, charging, filling the shells, piercing the gunpowder bag, inserting the lead, and ignition.

I saw Mark hold up the monocular and point, and those non-existent "ghost" gunners seemed to have received the order and immediately opened fire.

"Boom! Boom!"

Even though the wheels of the barrel spun wildly to remove the recoil as much as possible, the exaggerated psionic reaction still caused Margaret's "flying saucer" to fall back at least thirty meters.

The reaction force is still so outrageous, let alone destructive.

Originally, the storm believers on the big crab had already attacked it with a mortal heart, but they didn't expect that there were people in that group of indifferent viewers who were willing to help!

It's not your ordinary help.

This level of psionic artillery is comparable to the level of a fortress cannon.

The two iron balls easily crossed the distance of two thousand meters in the spiritual realm, tore through the spiritual energy space, flew less than thirty meters to the left side of the big crab, and finally hit the grinning mouth on the waterline of the cruise ship with great accuracy.

"Bang! Bang!"

The incomparably heavy chain of two heavy cannons smashed all the three cannons exposed by the opponent in one shot; Another iron ball bounced into a whirling storm, and it jumped through the side of the big mouth, smashing at least a dozen fangs and grazing a large piece of the flesh of the tongue away.

"Whew-" The demonic mouth under the cruise ship was torn in half on the spot.

This gives the Storm Church a chance to turn the tables around!

"Little ones! In the name of the storm! Rush—" A storm warrior stood on the crab's head, holding a scimitar aloof, and roaring loudly. This warrior was so powerful that he even slashed a psychic cannonball that slammed into his head.

The assault that was originally impossible to complete, because of Mark's intervention, created an opportunity for the big crab.

The scarred crab, after receiving the seventh shell, finally turned into a pile of residue in the spirit world.

However, before its soul completely dissipated, the huge saw blade cut a large hole in the bow of the cruise ship that reached the cabin, 12 meters long and two meters wide.

As a price, there is not one out of ten Storm Cultists who rush forward. They either died in the way of the charge, or they approached the black fog and were devoured on the spot by the black fog that turned into the claws of the devil.

The damage was huge, but on the other hand, a blood-colored passage was opened.

Half an hour later, in the conference room of the Church of Light and Night in the private dock, the Storm Priest with a broken left hand walked up to Cardinal Brown with his head held high, and said loudly, "The Storm Church has opened a way for you with great sacrifice. Whether you can catch it or not depends on the efforts of the Orthodox Sect Alliance. Come on! Don't let us look down on you."

The Orthodox Church Union was supposed to have a pot to carry together.

The Storm Church dared to fight, suffered big losses, and made actual achievements, so the other major churches naturally had nothing to say.

Storm and the Twin Cults of the Gods have both taken action, and then, the pressure falls on the Cult of Reincarnation, which ranks third in strength in the city.

It can't be said that the reincarnation sect didn't contribute, even if they pulled their hips quite hard.

I thought that the giant demon on the cruise ship was injured and could take advantage of it.

The result?

I couldn't move that big mouth, but when the knights of the Samsara Sect tried to force a landing, they encountered that deadly black fog again.

The Reincarnation Sect lost a team of 300 people on the spot, and it couldn't get close to the gap created by the Storm Church at all.

Not only them, but several groups of people from different churches later, who couldn't get over.

"No! If you're too slow, you'll be eaten by the black mist." Abner was a little discouraged.

At that moment, Mark quietly suggested, "Have you ever heard of something called the 'Human Cannon'?"

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