Alliance Wings Ship Regiment, armed merchant ship Black Ant.

In the captain's room, Drey, the owner of the Black Ant, was squinting through the porthole at the destroyer 'Early Morning' sailing nine hundred meters away. And at this time, behind the bulwark of his ship, not only gathered all the good men under his command, but also nearly twenty outlaws in total. There were also three other shipowners, nearly sixty people.

Not long ago, they either used gambling and playing cards as an excuse, or took advantage of the night to swim from the underwater to the boat, and they were all loaded with guns and fully armed.

As soon as the time they agreed upon arrives, they can do it immediately.

"They have been vigilant, they have not slackened their defenses, and the chances of us taking this destroyer are slim. At most, they can only be contained, so that they cannot successfully load cruise missiles. ”

It was getting closer and closer to the agreed nine o'clock, and the captain of Drey's guard couldn't help but express his opinion: "But this situation is not quite right, boss, are you sure you have made an agreement with them?"

"Why do you say that?"

Dre asked puzzled, "Is there something unusual?"

"The Clara and the Koop had stepped back just now, a little far from the position of the Dawn. If you attack from that side, it is very disadvantageous. ”

The captain of the guard frowned: "In my opinion, this is more like avoiding suspicion, they are actively disengaged. ”

Dre couldn't help but glance at the other three shipowners present, and then scolded angrily: "Shit! tell the people below that unless Candela and Bren's men make a move first, our side will not open fire! Do they want us to be in front and block their guns?"

But at this moment, a man wearing a black magic robe and glasses hurriedly walked into the cabin.

Dre recognized this as Drade, another shipowner's magical advisor to Nate, a fifteenth-level magical mage. The one whispered a few words in Nate's ear, and the latter was stunned for a moment, then stood up from the spot with a pale face and purple lips.

"Guys, it's getting late, I'll go back to bed. Today's hand was very good, and I'm very happy, so I advise you to go to bed early—"

Then Mr. Nate pushed open the door and hurried away, and then hurried down the gangway with a large group of his men outside. They need to return to their cargo ship via a communication boat parked underneath.

Dre was stunned when he saw this, but then his eyes were slightly condensed, and he instructed his subordinates: "Find a way to find out, what happened? Is something wrong?"

Just as he had said this, the other shipowner on the other side took a headset from his left ear: "Drey, I think it's better for us to wash and sleep." Those guys, they're doing something stupid, stupid. Me too, I'm such an idiot that I really agreed. It was a mistake tonight!"

Eventually, he staggered away, leaving the captain's room to look at each other.

At this time, even an idiot can guess that something must be going on that is not in their favor.

And the time when Dre learned about the situation was only a moment later. Only three seconds later, his assistant, who had just left, hurriedly pushed open the door.

"BOSS, I used 500,000 gold guilders to buy the news from Master Delaide. It was the Tomahawk Pirate Regiment that had an accident, and before he rushed to inform Mr. Nete, there were already eight legends sniped over there! Under the banner of our captain, there are likely to be high-ranking legends who hold divine power, or even demigod-level snipers!"

So in the next moment, the few remaining people here no longer had the slightest blood on their faces.

Dre was struck by lightning, and then unconsciously bit the pipe in his mouth: "Oh my god! Shit! That lucky Andre, that guy is serious?"

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In Li Mochen's sniper position, the pseudo-'Long Wei' had already fired the twenty-seventh gunshot.

During this period, Li Mochen had already replaced the magazine once, with the help of the high-tech 'loader' provided by the great alchemists of the Light and Magic Industry, the pseudo-dragon power magazine was filled very quickly, only slightly lower than the magazine.

And at this time, not only did the thirteen legends die one by one under his gun, but none of the several quasi-legendary powerhouses of the Tomahawk Ship Regiment survived.

During this period, only the legendary fourth-level shield warrior Garcia, and a legendary second-level magic swordsman made Li Mochen feel a little tricky, and used an extra bullet.

The former has a hallow level shield and is extremely strong in defense. The legendary magical swordsman tried to escape from this space and escape into the Dark World or the Astral Plane.

The artifact held by this person is also biased towards the spatial type. Even the 'dimensional lock' that Anthony used with the help of the magic tower was not able to completely restrain this person.

Dimensional Lock - This is a more powerful spatial confinement technique than the dimensional anchor, which can make it impossible for demigod-level powerhouses to easily break away from the current space. And Anthony, although only a sixteenth-level magic mage. But his true strength is not much better than that of legends.

But this legendary magic swordsman almost escaped from Li Mochen's gun.

At this time, Li Mochen aimed the muzzle of the gun at the three legendary 'chain demons' in mid-air. The three devils had long sensed that the situation was not good, and their giant lantern-sized eyes blinked, and they looked at the southern sky blankly and helplessly with vigilance.

Li Mochen believed that if they could escape, they would have escaped from here a long time ago, or they would have returned to hell directly. But due to the restrictions of some kind of contract, they still stood there, holding the pseudo-heavenly locks and magic chains in a daze. He did not try to dodge, nor did he take any action against Li Mochen.

This situation was beyond Li Mochen's expectations, but he was still unceremonious, locking these three legendary fourth-level 'chain demons' as the next target.

It's just that before shooting, he first sensed the 'Divine Spiritual Fortune Purple Gold Pagoda'. It was found that there were about 1,300 wisps of merit on the tower. This loss is also less than he expected, or it may be that he has earned a lot of merit in the process. It's just that he wasn't paying attention to it before, so he didn't notice it.

If the rumors are true, then these legends who are mixed in the pirate group on the Antolian continent are basically hand-stained with sins, and there is no good person.

"Canopy!"

Li Mochen decisively pulled the trigger, and with two bullets from thirty-five kilometers away, one after another shattered the heart and demon core of one of the chain demons, the colorful spiritual light on the 'Shenxiao Spiritual Fortune Purple Gold Tower' instantly consumed a hundred wisps! And the flesh and blood of this hell devil and the source of the demon were all absorbed by the six-pointed star array on the deck of the 'Goddess Aglaia'.

These three-headed demon refining did not consume much time for Li Mochen. However, after they were shattered one by one by Li Mochen, Robert Yvonne was completely out of control, and with the separation of the magic chain from the lock of the sky. The 'meat balls' inside began to stretch out countless flesh buds in all directions, and thousands of wind blades began to condense around them.

But the first thing to explode was her 'divine might', and the vast spiritual coercion swept across the sea again, and all the seafarers on the ship were all unconscious, and only those outlaws above the fifteenth level could barely stay awake and survive.