Thundered! Thundered!

The constant sound of cannon fire echoed over Blackwater Bay, and the sea breeze filled the air with the strong smell of gunsmoke.

The roars of the more than 300 guns of the Stormlands fleet were like a deadly symphony, and the brilliant explosions and flames seemed to open the gates of hell, devouring the souls of every deceased.

The sea sucked the blood of the warriors and became crimson like never before.

"My lord, the Braavos want to escape."

"They can't run." Count Lucas Dayne calmly ordered, "To the Courage, the Swordfish, the Sea Flower, and the Honor of the Guards...... Give orders for them to go after the Braavos. The remaining battleships cleaned up the battlefield and prepared to land on Tidehead Island. ”

"Yes!"

After giving the order, Count Lucas turned his gaze back to the sea in front of him.

Countless shipwrecks, corpses, and banners of the Iron Folk and Brafoss float across the sea.

Under the artillery bombardment of the Stormlands fleet, both the murderous Iron Fleet and the arrogant Braavos fleet suffered heavy casualties and were nearly wiped out.

Of course, the Stormlands fleet itself paid a significant price.

Both the Gryphon and the Rose were unfortunately sunk during the battle, and the rest of the ships were also damaged, and the casualties cannot be counted for the time being, but it is estimated that it is not a small number.

However, these casualties pale in comparison to the brilliant victories achieved.

The Iron Fleet was destroyed, the Braavos Fleet was devastated, and now the waters around Westeros are now under the control of the Stormlands Fleet.

They have become a veritable armada.

Whether it is the major lords of Westeros or the many free trade city-states on the other side of the Narrow Sea, if they dare to be Caesar's enemy, they must bear the risk of their own waterways being cut off.

This is an extremely critical factor for those seaside and riverside cities that rely on maritime trade.

Count Lucas was already faintly aware of the far-reaching impact of this battle on Chaotou Island, and he couldn't help but feel a little complacent.

"My lord, what do you think it is?"

Count Lucas was pulled back to the battlefield by the voice of the first mate, and looking in the direction pointed by the other party, he saw a thick and strange blood-red smoke rising from Chaotou Island, wisps and continuous.

"Maybe it's something burned." Count Lucas didn't think much of it, and ordered, "Inform the ships to prepare for landing." ”

"Yes!"

The Stormlands fleet slowly turned around and headed towards Tidehead Island.

At this time, the sea water suddenly began to swell restlessly, and from time to time it stirred up high waves. The sea breeze also became furious, and the sails of the ship were rumbling.

"The storm is coming." The first mate looked at the gloomy sky.

"Lower the sails and move on." Count Lucas said calmly.

A little storm, naturally, was not taken into his eyes.

But soon, he sensed that the storm was unusual.

Just a moment later, the water seemed to boil. Wave after wave crashed against the bow of the ship, as if the sea was roaring angrily.

The wind was blowing, bringing a strong smell of blood and rancidity, which even made many battle-hardened warriors vomit.

The sky, which had been sunny, suddenly darkened at an extraordinary speed.

Thundered!

A thunderclap exploded, followed by a downpour.

The strong sea breeze swept across the deck, easily sweeping all the materials that could be moved into the sea, although the sails had long been lowered, but under the impact of the huge waves, the battleship that had just been invincible was like a toddler in front of the giant.

Count Lucas clung to the side of the ship with both hands, barely able to hold himself on the violently shaking deck.

He had now realized that something was wrong with this storm.

Could it be that the god of storms is angry?

The winds that swept across the sea brought huge waves, and the battleships of these stormland fleets were like building block toys floating in the water, held up by the waves for a while, and at the highest point the bottom of the ship was almost out of the water, and then fell down again, and the entire deck was submerged in the water, and it was a long time before resurfacing.

The guns that were originally fixed on the deck were too heavy, and some of them were swept directly into the sea during such violent turbulence, and some smashed through the deck and crashed into the cabin.

"My lord, Dreadnought! Dreadnought! ”

Count Lucas wiped the water from his face and looked at the Dreadnought behind him in the direction the first mate was pointing.

That thousand-ton battleship, which had been heavily damaged in the battle, was suddenly hit by such a strange and strong storm that it was disintegrated in the turbulence!

The huge hull split in two under everyone's horrified gaze, lifted high, and slowly sank into the sea.

The tall mast slammed into the water with a loud bang.

Hundreds of crew members fell into the water, crying for help.

"Help!" Count Lucas roared.

Nearby warships approached and threw ropes in an attempt to get their comrades overboard to grab and climb.

Thundered!

Thunder roared, winds gusted, and the entire Blackwater Bay seemed to be boiling.

Count Lucas also joined the rescue team.

It was only when a man grabbed the rope he had lowered and climbed in front of him that Count Lucas suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

"You're not ours!" He scolded, "You're an iron people! ”

As soon as he had finished speaking, Count Lucas drew his sword, and the ironman climbed up the bow of the ship along the rope.

Phew!

The sword slashed out, nearly slicing off half of Iron Min's face.

It stands to reason that under such a serious injury, even if the iron people do not die, they should fall into the sea with a wail.

But something weird happened.

The iron man in front of him pounced on Count Lucas without hesitation.

Caught off guard, Count Lucas was really thrown to the ground by him.

It was only at such a close distance that Count Lucas could see Tiemin's face clearly-

It was a terrifying face.

Half of the flesh and blood were flying, and the brain was flowing turbulently, while the other half was white and swollen with bubbles.

The only remaining eye shone with a blood-red light that was not human.

"Shhh

Fortunately, the attendant arrived in time and cut off Tiemin's head with a single sword.

"Your Excellency, are you alright?"

"I didn't ......," Count Lucas struggled to get up, but was shocked to find that the headless iron man was still holding himself and reaching out to pinch his neck.

Whoop.

The two of them swung their long swords in succession, cutting Tiemin into seven or eight sections, which made him "die".

"What the hell is this?" Count Lucas gasped, visibly startled.

The attendant thought of a certain slogan that Tiemin often put on his lips, and suddenly exclaimed:

"Death, the deceased does not die?"

"Shit doesn't die! If we can kill them once, we can kill them a second time! Count Lucas said coldly, "Inform everyone to be careful, those in the water may not be our companions." ”

"Yes."

That being said, Count Lucas was by no means at peace in his heart.

No one can take this strange scene calmly.

He ran to the side of the boat and looked out.

On the black and oppressive sea, countless red eyes flashed, like stars crying blood, surrounding them.

The storm continued, and the smell of blood and rotting corpses filled the air.

The whole Blackwater Bay is like falling into hell.

There's another chapter to wait a little longer

(End of chapter)