Black clouds rolled in the sky, and blood flowed from the ground.

"Fuck ......"

Wollman split an armored infantry with a double-edged battle axe with one hand, and the black scale armor on his body cracked, revealing an unknown number of bloody wounds, and in the aftermath of the naval bombardment, one arm became charred and full of rotten flesh, and the calf was slashed by Horris's spear greatsword, and blood continued to gush from the wound.

He looked back and looked in despair.

The front has actually been pressed so backward that it is close to the sea god.

Nation, land, hatred.

A homeland that can never be regained.

In the rout of the naval artillery bombardment, the main force and all the flanking forces were mixed, and so did the Hores.

Even the generals under Taylor and Planck, as well as Claude and Iremu, can play a great role in the battle situation, but in the battlefield, countless lives are piled up, and no one is easy to match, as the generals' physical strength slowly ends, and it is the terrifying and boundless movement on the shore of the bay, Doulinger's men and horses have an overwhelming advantage, almost one-sided.

Except for the Argonians under the second regiment of Wollman, many of the rest of the regiment fled, leaving only the remnants.

"There is no way back for you."

Horis was also heavily armoured and broken, his helmet had long been shattered, and his breathing was disordered, revealing a terrifying face with a cold and resolute shaved head.

Captain Dead's chest rose and fell rapidly, and one hand seemed to have been gnawed by a tide of insects, leaving only the skeleton sticky. Not only himself, but every backbone under his command was a first-class master, and he was amazed that this group of United Allies was so strong that they could hold out under his command for so long, and many of his companions had also died, and some even died in the naval bombardment.

The main force and the flanks are mixed, and both sides have gone through several rounds of fighting, and Doulinger's men and horses, a group of champion pirates, are not at the bottom of their physical strength, and they can't get one-tenth of the level.

The Scarface of the Great Wetland, Hernid, the Class of the Seventh Amendment, the Cangshan Tobacco Company, and other supporting forces were also forced to the edge of the outer city, and they were only left with the remnants of the army.

Looking back, there are only two or three miles left from the swaying sea monster tentacles, and the bay where the sea god sits, and if it is repulsed, it will only be drawn into a blood mist by those sea monsters.

Doulinger is only a wide area scattering in a horizontal line, he dominates the entire battle situation, bombing the designated area, killing this group of people like driving animals, under his guidance, now more than 90% of the strength of Black Sail has been attacked in front and back, and it is impossible to escape.

He also finally stopped the shelling, there was no longer any need, and he still needed so many people to carry out post-war repression.

In case an external force sees itself as weak and hurts its muscles and bones, and wants to replace it.

The greatest threat to Doulinger is always the wolves that surround them.

Just kill the so-called mastermind of the train case, the big brother of the northern prison, come to Liwei, and give the governor of the East China Sea a correct name.

"Stop resisting pointlessly, I...... Doulinger, the king of the East Sea, is generous, disarm and don't kill, stop being stupid, and try to resist...... The majesty of the gods. ”

Rumble!

Under a few lightning bolts, the overloaded magical cannons gathered together and merged into twelve tubes, and the tone of the Doulinger monarch rolled around like thunder, and the tentacles of the krakens around them were still dancing wildly.

No matter how much the people of Oakes slash and kill, they can't get rid of it, and they can't get close to the sea god at all, and their physical strength is slowly being drained.

But everyone didn't understand that Doulinger even killed his own people casually, and the so-called disarming without killing was just worse than death.

Finally met Doulinger himself.

But from the first regiment to the twelfth regiment, they have all become remnants, and the generals' physical strength is about to bottom out, let alone the soldiers?

Human physical strength......

There are limits.

But the devil's didn't.

Heywood, who had been covering the main battlefield, walked out of the ranks full of wounded soldiers and remnants.

He is going to seize the East China Sea now and become the black sail hegemon.

Turning the forbidden ritual to the maximum, the bright red quicksand rushed on his body, crackling all over his body, and his body rose to eight meters, as tall as the giant bear that the druid had transformed before, but the appearance was much more deterrent.

Huge bone spurs grew on the back, enamel sickles grew into the elbow joints and knees, and the fingers completely turned into bone claws.

This is the real monster!

On the edge of the outer city, wind and rain, lightning and thunder, all the tired people on the battlefield who looked like they were filled with cement looked towards Heywood.

What kind of demon is that?

Not only Horace and the others, but also Mer, who was hiding in the extreme distance, was also shocked, and the Black Sails Alliance troops were also stunned.

Doulinger's gaze became solemn.

With every step Heywood took, the ground trembled, heading straight for the shore, extremely fast, not proportional to his exaggerated physique, like an athlete's running posture, extremely agile.

Stepping out of one big pit after another, crushing the wreckage of ships and trestles swept up by the huge waves, we have come to the edge of the bay.

His size suddenly became the main target of the sea monsters, and dozens of tentacles were pumping towards him.

"Get out!"

Three slits opened in the gill of the huge arm, spewing out extremely powerful, high-pressure quicksand, and these tentacles were instantly sliced in half by these guillotines.

Don't wait for them to regenerate.

Heywood continued to strove forward, and was already close to the sea god, only twenty meters away.

Shady, Oakes, Wolman, Hened, Ban, etc., etc., all the hearts of everyone on the Black Sails Alliance's side were in their throats, and their palms were sweating violently.

Can it be done?

The high-pressure quicksand guillotine continued to spray wildly, squishing up the steel at the nose of the Poseidon, and the sharp roar overshadowed the wind and lightning, and the strong spark waterfall shook so that people couldn't open their eyes.

It had swept from the bottom of the Poseidon ship to the position of the statue of the Holy Spirit where Doulinger was standing.

The sea god has a protective array.

It's just that the rest of the people don't know how to turn it on.

A prismatic shield of light like a honeycomb emerged two meters in front of Doulinger, blocking the guillotine effortlessly.

Heywood is immortal, no matter how he goes.

The bone claws in his hands were inserted into the Poseidon, smashing out huge depressions, echoing like a mountain giant beating an anvil, and he climbed onto the ship, even with his current size, it took him a few seconds to climb quickly, before he boarded this hundred-meter-high magnificent ship, the Poseidon.

Already in front of Doulinger.

The claws swung towards Doulinger, this time the protective array that could only resist the impact of external forces did not work.

"Courage is commendable...... How dare you stand in front of me......"

Doulinger's eyes were fierce.

It seemed that his terrifying aura shook the sky, and the sky was trembling, and the torrential rain was even worse, and a few lightning bolts fell.

Doulinger ......

And not an ordinary husband.

Older than seventeen years ago, he took the initiative to participate in human experiments conducted by unknown occult warlocks, and only a few of the 10,000 people survived.

Unlike those who were weak, Doulinger was not only the most successful test subject, he also killed the other successful test subjects who survived, and also killed all of the warlock's men, escaped from the testing ground, took refuge in a certain navy, and finally came to the edge of the world.

His bones were carved with terrifying magical patterns, and his muscles were filled with inexhaustible arcane magical energy.

Even though Doulinger is not familiar with the technique, he can also condense the aether energy.

These constructions could not withstand even the toughest alchemical alloy, but he carried it with all his might.

Unrivalled strength, speed, explosiveness, and visible resilience.

One person is enough to suppress the East China Sea.

Bang!

Doulinger whipped his leg and whipped it at the giant monster four times his size.

The strength of the wind, even the unraised sails, was pulling the sea god back, and all the rain in a radius of hundreds of meters was dispersed and turned into a vacuum.

Heywood's abdomen was sunken and his bones shattered, and he was kicked hundreds of meters away, carving a shocking ravine in the shore.

Countless boulder fragments were raised, and all the waist-down and below exploded into bright red quicksand, and only the upper body was left.

Cold mania, silent despair.

Completely overwhelmed the Black Sails Alliance.

It seems to have been imprinted with the steel seal of the thought of defeat.

(End of chapter)