As the gun's corrosion shelter was opened, the ship's pirates riveted with all their might, pushing the wooden loader rollers underneath the cannon to bring the barrel closer to the side side.

The 32-pounder gun, 15.9 cm terrifying caliber, is pitch black, and there are eighteen guns in total.

This is not a pirate counterfeit.

It was the big guy of Heavenly Harbor who shot up a sail battleship of the Governor of the East Coast and unloaded the official cargo, and Li Shi bought it in Heavenly Harbor, compared with the earth cannons that other pirates pulled out of nowhere, Fu Ma Keqing's firepower is almost at the level of two-way foil, which can be called a dimensionality reduction strike.

Marcus was blind, and he was completely perceiving his surroundings by magic, and he had already sensed the extreme panic of the gendarmes, and the cultists transferred from around Linden City did not seem to be very firm in their faith, and a small half of them had retreated.

Those who don't know how to do it are still looking for cover, and those who know how to do it have already begun to pray.

Besides, this sea erosion cave is an eroded mountain cliff, the whole piece is hollow, there is no place to hide, this heavy artillery wall can be shattered, not to mention these sea erosion rocks with extremely poor texture.

The main stream of artillery shells in the Western Continent today is roughly divided into three categories, solid shells, shotguns, and chain shells.

Although there are also hollow explosive shells filled with gunpowder, due to the immaturity of the impact fuse technology, seven or eight out of ten are dumb fires, and the Black Sail Pirate Regiment never uses them.

The power of the above three shells alone is terrifying enough.

Needless to say, the solid bullet is so strong that it is stronger than the trebuchet somewhere, and it hits with one shot, although it is not to say that it is broken, it can also be said to be in ashes.

Chain bullets are two solid bullets that are put together in chains to increase the damage range and are used to break the mast and sail.

There is also a kind of shotgun, in short, a thick-skinned iron barrel, which contains dozens or hundreds of small buckshot bullets, and the iron barrel will explode when it is discharged, and the projectile inside will explode in a fan-shaped range, and the effect is naturally specially used to kill people.

Morrison's position as a naval gunner is an idle position, more idle than Wollman's warehouse manager, and he can fish thirty days a month or twenty-nine days.

But he did his job fairly well, and eighteen guns were in excellent condition and ready to fire at any time.

When Finn heard the message, he had already had people loaded with shotguns.

"Launch!"

With Fen yelled.

Eighteen heavy artillery guns fired in a salvo, and the cave with an echo was already resounding, and the sound shook the sky, as if eighteen thunderbolts had exploded here, and the iron barrels that burst out from the barrels burst out and covered the entire coast in a fan-shaped range.

It's hard to describe the scene at this moment, and the lethality of it.

If I had to say it, it was like a volley of muskets of 2,000 people, and it was still a scene that was more than ten times more powerful.

The Eternal Sect vindicators brought by Marcus, as well as the elite of the gendarmerie, didn't have time to shoot the rockets in their hands.

These small buckshot bullets are also extremely powerful, piercing several people in a row without stopping.

Almost two thousand rounds of lead bullets exploded on the coast.

It all happened in just two seconds.

On the spot, more than 200 people were paralyzed into rotten flesh by the overwhelming barrage, and the blood in the body did not seem to be beaten out, but was squeezed out, and the sound of flesh and blood tearing in an instant exploded into a scarlet blood mist in the entire karst cave.

It was a real blood mist, drifting with the wind, and then immediately sprinkled into a rain of blood and watered the ground.

Dozens of drops of blood splashed onto Fen's robes, and two drops on his glasses, and on his cold-blooded and obedient face, it was impossible to tell that he was once a literati.

More than 200 people were slaughtered in an instant, and the remaining people were more or less shot, but they were not completely dead, and they kept screaming on the ground, and only more than 60 or 70 people were shot on their limbs, and they also had abrasions, but they could barely move.

The demented giant's size became a live target, and at least dozens of lead bullets entered his body, and he was covered in blood like a sieve, and he knelt on the ground and let out a painful howl.

The process of loading and firing heavy artillery is very cumbersome, far from being loaded into the barrel and firing directly, it has to consider the elements of extinguishing the residual sparks and compacting the shells with a bore rod, even if it is a well-trained Royal Navy, it can be done in as little as a minute, Finn does not expect this group of pirates to have that speed, but at least a minute and a half is to achieve.

"Reload the chainball and fire! Wollman, Heywood, all the people on deck, must stop the rest of the people from getting on board, no matter how much it drags on for ninety seconds! ”

Fen was also wary of Marcus and the twenty-odd priests, all of whom were wearing overweight plate armor a few centimeters thick, and even in the battle just now, all of them were strong, but there were some dents above the heavy armor.

Oddly enough.

Marcus seemed to have some kind of strong luck, and he didn't move half a step from the beginning to the end, but he didn't get shot once.

"All rocket launches."

Marcus held the scriptures in his hand, and even if two-thirds of them were scrapped in an instant, he did not get angry, and his psychological quality was so strong that he could be called a devil.

The remaining gendarmes saw that the psychological defense line of this human purgatory had collapsed, but the leather armor guard sent by Marcus only eased up for a while, and the mentality of the demon was not a joke, and the bows and arrows in their hands could still be used if they were not broken, and they all set up rockets and shot at the ship.

Fen sneered.

The National Arcane Academy of Pedin is the mainstay of the fight against religious forces, and in the Tower Alliance of the Warlock Council, Pedin alone accounts for almost one-fifth of the seats.

As the top all-round talent in the Kingdom of Pedan, Fen has a lot of experience in when and what techniques, and he is even one of the compilers of the general university textbook "Warlock Battlefield Literacy".

The book is still in print and used by the Pedan's National Arcane Academy, but with someone's name crossed out.

Fen was supposed to have the court painters sketch them into oil paintings and hang them in the corridors of the teaching building for people to admire, but he finally came to this point.

Elemental magic is undoubtedly the simplest of spells, and there are two levels of difficulty: casting spells through magical materials and casting spells through oneself.

The former is the lowest, tends to generate only a fairly limited number of elements, and is extremely consuming for "concentration".

It's just that Fen calls it concentration, and there are countless ways to say it in the Western Continent of countless systems.

For Fin, everything has a root and a general starting point, as if there are invisible strings that are hidden and hidden, and as long as these strings are plucked, they can affect the present world from a deeper dimension, and the mystery is endless.

Finn did not need to recite the prayers like Caroso at all, nor did he really cast his own spells, but used all the strings that existed in the elements of nature as a medium, and between the plucks, he could tune the part of nature.

Outside the cave, there was a raging storm.

Seventy or eighty arrows soaked in tarpaulin and burning flames were fired at the ship.

Fen just pointed his hand into the air, giving himself a psychological hint, and his concentration was infinitely concentrated.

In an instant, more than a dozen invisible blades turned from outside the cave, but a gust of wind swept by, and before all the arrows could be shot, they were completely split and shattered in mid-air, and the remaining power pierced through a few people, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

Marcus had a clear mind, and when they reloaded, it was completely over.

"Everyone is heading towards the trestle, as long as they get under the ship, they have nothing to do!"

With Marcus' order.

The clergyman, armed to the point of bloat, did not move bulkyly, and ran quickly with a mace.