At night, the sea is still calm, the sky is also very good, the moon is high, and the stars are falling. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Vikings assembled quickly, and the ships that had gone out to pursue and sweep returned one by one, and in a short time a large fleet was assembled again. Together with some of the previously captured ships of the South Sea Pirate Alliance, they are even larger than when they first came.

It was only a little over an hour before the fleet was assembled, and a large fleet appeared on the horizon to the east. Lined up on the horizon, it looks like a whole wall of walls that are constantly pressing down.

Through the bright moonlight, Zhang Ang also saw the appearance of the battleships on the other side, they were no different from the fleet he saw when he was in Beiyang, there is no doubt that no matter the style or flag, these battleships do indeed belong to the Spanish Navy, that is the fleet of the Royal Spanish Navy!

Looking at the huge fleet slowly pressing over in the distance, Zhang Ang had some bad omens in his heart, a faint sense of danger!

Zhang Ang looked around, but could not find the source of this sense of danger, the fleet of Vikings around him was also huge, although they had been fighting or busy all day, they still had some combat power. And the Viking King and Arnold, although seriously injured, are not to the point where they are completely unable to attack. On this sea, even if there is also a Martial Saint-level powerhouse on the other side, it may not be able to please him.

But where does this feeling of danger come from?

Zhang Ang turned his head and looked at the ship from the east surrounded by the fleet, it looked quite calm, there was no one on the deck, and it didn't look like it was about to fight back.

It seems that there shouldn't be much of a problem on your side, the key lies in the other party!

Why did these Spaniards come here from thousands of miles away? Even if it was to fight the pirates, it shouldn't be your family, Portugal, France, England, Italy, they all have fleets, even if they want to sweep up the pirates, they should all take action together. Your family came here, even if you win, it will be a miserable victory at most, what good will this do for your own country?

While Zhang Ang pondered the reason, the ships of the Spanish Royal Fleet got closer and closer, and in a short time, they were less than a kilometer away from the Viking fleet.

Since it was a night battle, both sides lit torches, and as far as the eye could see, the opposite side was full of little firelight, and under the firelight, the faces with serious expressions were all on their faces.

As the distance narrowed, Zhang Ang could even see the expressions of the naval crew on the opposite ship, and on those faces, there was excitement, nervousness, excitement, and apprehension...... But there was no fear.

This time, Zhang Ang can be sure that there must be something to rely on on the other side! A strong support that allows them to overcome all fears! They are not stupid decisions of stupid commanders this time, they are prepared!

Zhang Ang turned his head and looked at the Viking King next to him.

Viking Dynasty He nodded, his face equally solemn, and it was clear that he also saw this.

Suddenly, in the astonished eyes of everyone, three figures slowly rose into the air on the largest ship of the Spanish Royal Fleet, and after a while, they stood in mid-air, standing in the bright moonlight.

Looking at the three powerful figures opposite, Zhang Ang's eyes froze, his throat stirred, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

The red gold-rimmed robe, coupled with such a powerful momentum, this is the cardinal archbishop of the Holy See!

That strong man in heavy armor and holding a big shield, looking at this cross on his armor, is he a member of the Knights Templar?

And the woman in the black robe, it must be the nun of Notre Dame, this martial saint-level nun is rare......

Not to mention the latter two, if the cardinal archbishop is at least at the peak of the martial saint level.

Thinking of the battle on the banks of the Rhine and the terrifying black curtain that covered the entire battlefield, Zhang Ang only felt that he was going to break out in a cold sweat.

However, now there is no way to dodge, there is no way to hide, there is only one battle!

The Viking King looked solemnly, pulled out the square hammer on his waist and grabbed it, and glanced at Arnold, and then the two slowly rose into the air and flew towards the sky.

After hesitating for a second or two, Zhang Ang gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, and also flew into the sky.

It's nothing more than a clone, and the loss is the loss, and I just hope that the Viking King and Arnold can escape.

However, Zhang Ang also knows that this possibility is not big, the Vikings are a people living on the sea, the ship is their home, this time the Vikings poured out of the nest to fight in the south, the following boats, is more than eighty percent of the world's Vikings, Viking Island now only some old and weak women and children.

Yes, relying on the strength of the Martial Saint level, it is possible for the Viking King and Arnold to escape, but these ships below, these Vikings ......

Therefore, it is impossible for them to escape, no matter how seriously injured, they will fight to the death!

Standing beside the Viking King and Arnold, Zhang Ang pulled out a stainless steel kitchen knife and confronted the Holy See powerhouses on the opposite side without paying attention.

But it is obvious that the gap in strength is irreparable, even if they have not yet fought each other, in terms of momentum, they have been completely suppressed by the Holy See's side.

The difference in strength is easy to see, regardless of the momentum, the red and gold-rimmed robe on the opposite side shows their strength, and everyone understands what this dress represents.

That is the mark of the strongest peerless powerhouses in the Holy See under the "Pope"!

A desolate aura began to spread through the fleet of Vikings, who looked at the sky and their leader. There was no fear or anger on their faces, but they were full of tragic fighting spirit!

They silently took out their weapons, cut their palms, and raised their big rough hands high, letting the blood slide down, which was a sign of a battle to the death!

I don't know who raised the head, and a primitive and rough song rang out on the Viking ship, from cluffy to neat, from neat to loud, its melody simple, but impassioned and full of power.

Zhang Ang couldn't understand the meaning of the lyrics in these songs, but he could feel the surging battle intent contained in them!

......

Listening to the singing from the opposite side, looking at the three opponents who rose into the air on the opposite side, the fourth cardinal, the face of St. Mark's face was still very calm, and he sighed softly: "Hey, no matter how many times I hear the sorrow of the defeated dog, it is so comforting......"

Then he looked behind him and gave the order: "For the sake of the Lord, let us crush them!"

As he spoke, he spread his hands and held them high as if he were holding a mountain.

As he moved, endless seas surged high into the sky, and they surged more and more, forming a huge wave.

The waves rose higher and higher, higher and higher, ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters, fifty meters...... It looked like a huge, towering wall.

Then, with a wave of his hands, the wall of sea water that had already filled the sky like a mountain smashed towards the Viking fleet not far away!

This is the secret of the Holy See, a peerless miracle.

Deluge!