You could say that this is an artillery battle from the era of old-fashioned sailing ships, and although one side of the ship seems to be the benchmark of a new era, it still uses an old-fashioned breech-loading cannon, because the artillery battle in the depths of the Spirit Sea will still feel extremely strange even if it is shown to the viewer a hundred times.

The iron ball, which was larger than a human head, jumped out of the mouth of the black iron cannon under the drive of extraordinary spiritual power. At the same time, a huge explosion shook the entire sea.

The strange thing is that there is no so-called cannonball whizzing across the sky, but the two sides seem to be firing torpedoes at each other.

After the roar, the battlefield was filled with the sound of "hissing" breaking waves!

In the highly concentrated spiritual seawater, cannonballs mixed with stronger spiritual power just broke the 'waves' and moved forward.

Because the spiritual mass is much denser than air, and the distribution is more uneven, it often shows a slight deviation after flying out of 500 meters, just like the cupola cannon that flew randomly when Mark was playing with fireworks when he was a child.

Of course, these things are much more powerful than the cupola.

Even in the final moments when the kinetic energy is lost, the spiritual power contained in the iron ball will still make a final explosion, setting off a short-term chaotic surge about the size of the smallest container.

From afar, it looks like a sonic boom cloud left behind by a supersonic fighter jet.

First round volley, both sides ...... It's all ridiculously crooked. The one closest to the Caribbean, with a deflection of about three hundred meters, flew over the bridge and blew up lonely.

It's a bit of a humiliating hit rate. Conrad blushed a little, and when he picked up the telescope again, he was surprised to find that the barrel of the telescope spun on its own. At the same time, Mark's voice sounded in his ears: "I helped you adjust the secret position, you try again." ”

Conrad didn't know what a sniper scope's secret position was, he only knew that Mark had a point.

When Conrad looked into the telescope again, he saw the same scene, and he knew that many coordinates had changed.

Squinting his eyes, the storm giant shouted again in a deep voice: "Fire!" ”

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

In the dull sound of explosions, a second wave of shells fired at each other.

Since the velocity of the shell was much lower than in reality, it looked more like a torpedo, so Mark gave Wren a look.

Mark: You know what I mean?

Wren: I see! My Lord!

Wren made a snackful maneuver - he had the helmsman beat the rudder.

"This ......" Mark was shocked!

Is this the legendary 'Eat Half Outside, Cut Inside Slam'?

Because of the Caribbean's turn, he was stunned to make a ship version of the tail flick.

In a short time, several shells "swirled" over the deck of the Caribbean, ranging from 50 to 100 meters.

Then in the stern direction, two shells theoretically hit the aft deck...... Two large devourer mouths popping out from behind.

"Boom!" A large cloud of spiritual flames exploded not far from the stern of the ship, and it looked like fireworks.

Mark snapped his fingers, and Wren immediately ordered the Stormchild to run to the stern of the ship and light some blankets and other miscellaneous items, as well as a ball of soul fireworks.

In the deep sea of the spiritual realm, this fire cannot be said to be dazzling.

On the other hand, the ghost ship is not having a good time.

Captain Ghost wears a robe that resembles a large windbreaker, and there is a strange glow in his eyes under the large felt hat.

The Caribbean can strike its way, but his ghost ship cannot.

As an attacker, his ship entered the battlefield in a diagonal manner.

In this dead sea of spirits, there is no such thing as an upwind direction, but the gun emplacements of the old sail warships are almost all on the sides of the ship. He also had to use the so-called T-position tactics in order to maximize the power of the artillery.

Both sides are psionic artillery, so it doesn't matter who takes advantage of them.

No, in fact, Mark still has the upper hand, and Captain Ghost doesn't know that Mark's Nether Cannon is fully automatic.

On the ghost ship's side, hundreds of ghost pirates are busy.

These pirates, with translucent, semi-substantial soul bodies, have their own duties, some are controlling the sails, some are cleaning the chambers of their guns. Although they are also very skilled, they are at least 30% less effective than fully automatic guns.

While they were working hard, the Nether Cannon's cannonball arrived.

If the artillery they fired just now had a hit rate of one in ten, then the hit rate on Mark's side was ridiculously high.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The sound of explosions almost rang out.

The captain was still keenly aware that his ship had been hit by at least six shots.

The bow of the ship, the gun deck on the left line of the ship, the deck of the ship, the stern of the spinnaker in front of the ship, and the aft tower were dealt heavy blows.

A large amount of spirited wood was blasted away, and the spiritual fragments exploded, causing secondary damage like fragmentation grenades.

If this were a ship driven by a living man, at least thirty people would have lost their combat effectiveness with these six guns alone.

However, the ghost sailor, who had lost his arm, picked up one of his arms and pressed it on it, quickly regaining his ability to fight.

Captain Ghost snorted, and suddenly flew up from the bilge of the ship, many templates of the same length and width, crackling against the gap that had just been burst.

There is no doubt that this is the self-healing ability of the ghost ship.

As for how much the protection of the wooden planks on the new nails has decreased compared to the original thick ghost fir wood, only Captain Drake himself knows.

What is certain is that the three broken ghost cannons are temporarily obsolete.

The sharpness of the opponent's artillery was a bit unexpected by Drake.

"Fortunately, the opponent's will to fight is not strong!" He muttered.

For he saw that the Caribbean was generally aimed at the ghost ship with its stern, but from time to time it swayed tactically from side to side, so that its guns on the side could find an angle to fire back. At the same time, the Caribbean began to float as fast as it could.

At a glance, I knew that it was to sail to the spiritual sea, so as to give full play to the speed advantage of this modern painting style ship.

"Oh? Isn't the rudder rotten yet? Keep firing! Drake gritted his teeth and sent the ghost ship to speed up to catch up.

Clearly, the bombardment of the ghost ship should have worked, and the spiritual flame on the tail of the white cruise ship seemed to be burning bigger and bigger, and the speed of the ship was decreasing.

This gave Drake more confidence in himself.

He could sense that the other party's ship was full of the living. In this brutal artillery battle, the wounded will cause attrition, and it is impossible for the living to continue the fight like the ghost pirates.

Although his Golden Deer suffered more gunfire and suffered more damage, he decided that this battle would be the same one for him and all of the battles of the Church of Storms, and that it would end in his victory.

The ship was getting slower and slower, and the escorting icebreaker finally bravely followed the Caribbean, which had to cover the Caribbean's evacuation with its own hull.

"Brave captain! It's a pity that it's useless! For your bravery, I'll give you a chance to get on the Golden Deer! A hint of admiration flashed in Drake's eyes for the icebreaker's behavior, and then he resolutely ordered: "Full sail, let's crash!" ”