Blood tax

Chapter 350

The sea breeze is violent, the waves are ups and downs, and there is an irresistible force surging between the sky and the earth.Brenhill's sails were full of wind and swelled up, and the resulting thrust shook the battleship, as if it was going to ride the wind and waves to move forward rapidly.

However, the battleship seemed to be held in place by a big hand, and could not move forward while shaking violently.

If you look down from the sky, the stern of the Brenhill has just been broken by the ramming angle of the huge black ship. The powerful force lifted the hull, almost leaving the water, but it was firmly embedded in the ghost ship that hit it.Crew members on deck who hadn't held on were shoved from behind and ejected in the forward direction.

He was caught off guard... Griffith raised his hand to block, and a wooden barrel hit the gauntlet heavily, spinning and knocking down the nearby sailors.He slapped the debris off his body with a wave and regained his footing on the deck.

This time the collision dealt a heavy blow to the Brenhill.Most of the command group fell into the sea, and the battleship was out of control, giving up the dominance of the battlefield.

After the impact, the deck and artillery deck were full of people lying in disorder. Most of the officers and sergeants who did not fall into the sea were also injured or fainted by the shock.Almost everyone was lying or kneeling, looking in horror at the empty stern conning tower.It had just been ravaged by the sharp ram of the ghost ship, and it was beyond recognition. The damaged cabin and the large and small holes on the hull looked like a piece of cheese running a mouse.

"Where's the captain?"

The sailors, recovering from their dizziness, uttered terrified cries.The giant ship from the darkness was clinging to the stern, and the dull shadows between the sails and the mast were like empty eyes, looking at them dully.

"We're screwed!"

One sailor yelled, and dozens of panicked echoes were immediately heard.

"Abandon ship, abandon ship!"

"Aronbis, the ship of the dead has bitten us! It will drag us into the bottomless abyss!"

"Our fingernails and toenails shall become a part of its hull, and our souls shall not be redeemed!"

Shouting and crying sounded one after another.Just when they were about to take the road and flee.A dense black shadow seemed to surge up on the black battleship, like the waves on the sea surface, flickering with dim and pale light in the night and candlelight.These figures didn't utter any battle roars or roars, only a strange rattling sound of collisions getting closer and closer, reverberating with the trembling sounds of the sailors' teeth on the Brun Hill.

They twisted their torsos on the deck, mast, and even under the ship's side, gathered, passed through the hull that was embedded due to the impact, and rushed towards the exposed cabin of the Brun Hill.When they finally appeared in the firelight, humans saw pieces of extremely tattered clothes and rusted armor, which seemed to be ravaged by time and sea wind, and would drift away and decay at any time.Sensen's bony palms were connected by dry tendons, holding the dark red sword, exuding an extremely strange and evil aura.

"Skeleton soldiers!"

"Undead!"

The sailors finally saw what the enemy looked like.Countless skeletons and carrion bodies rushed forward in the darkness.Rusted iron helms and foul knives in their hands, they skittered across the shattered decks like beasts.In the depths of this tide of monsters, there are still several huge figures moving slowly.

There was a series of "plop plop" falling water sounds in the air.Several sailors turned their heads and jumped into the turbulent black sea like crazy, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The sailors who were frightened by the scene in front of them were in a mess.Without leadership and organization, they scrambled and pushed each other, and fled to the bow one after another.Everyone has only one idea left, you push each other, step on a ball.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Amidst the screams and the chaotic sound of falling, there was a burst of maniacal laughter.This inexplicable manic laughter also carried the momentum like thunder from far to near, roaring wildly in the eardrums.

The sailors who had never heard of this terrifying laughter stood there in shock, their livers and gallbladders shattered in despair.

But some people on the Brenhill gathered in the opposite direction of the rout.Their expressions were firm, as if someone had told them——

Nothing to be afraid of!

A blood-colored light suddenly flashed across the sky, as if crimson lightning pierced the night sky.At this moment, everyone on the battleship felt the scorching heat enveloping them, and the damp and coldness pervading the sea and sky suddenly disappeared.

The frightened sailors even had a feeling that they stretched out a lot of fighting spirit and courage out of thin air.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

There were two pops in the air.The sailors saw several swift figures shooting at the mast overhead.The broken cables and the heavy sail fell down with a whir, and the violently shaking battleship also lost its thrust and became stable.

The falling white sails were like a theater curtain, making a melodious whirring sound, and the sailors found that every inch of their nerves was cheering, as if a good show was about to begin.

Among the white sails falling like clouds, a tall and straight figure stepped out from the hot red light.He seemed to be the incarnation of this lightning, and the unassuming and violent light was released.

His body is straight, with two swords hanging on his waist, his upper arm on his right hand is parallel to the deck, and a silver flintlock gun is raised upwards on his forearm. He steps steadily and gracefully across the rolled canvas, just like a general stepping into a dance floor of Yingying Yanyan. Like coming to the front of the dark monsters.

His stern eyes swept the black shadow forward, as if he had picked out his partner, and the flintlock gun in his hand pressed down, spewing out pieces of golden light.

"Bah!"

This gunshot was wrapped in a sacred and lofty atmosphere, sweeping across in a fan shape.The undead blocking the front immediately shattered into small pieces, which were sprinkled down one after another.

Under the unbelievable eyes of the sailors, Griffith, the commander of the Storm Squadron, retracted his gun, drew his sword, and the blue arc whip swept across wantonly, blasting a dazzling flash of lightning among the turbulent zombies.

The sailors looked at the knight with a thousand horses in awe, and saw that the elegant and unstoppable figure tore apart the black skeletons and corpses as if strolling in the garden, and pulled out another silver saber with his backhand, and swung it with the momentum.Crowds of undead creatures turned backwards under the sword's edge.Their rotting bones splinter to pieces, and like humble servants they fall and never rise.

"Follow the captain!"

"Byeland—long live!"

Joshua and Lansada shouted from the ranks.They uttered light and holy prayers, illuminating the dark battlefield to reveal the soldiers of Storm Squadron in full armor.They formed a dense formation, and without saying a word, they counterpressed the undead creature boarding the ship.

The infantry cavalry, wearing armor and armor, rolled forward on the slightly shaking deck.They were overwhelming like mountains and seas, and the swords, guns, swords and halberds they swung all fell down, like three thousand meteors rolling across the sea.The undead creatures blocking them seemed to be crushed by the mountain peaks, making a rustling sound, either shattered into bones, or were pushed into the sea.

……

Griffith wields dual swords, knocking down a monster with every blow.His soldiers have long been accustomed to this situation, following behind the commander, efficiently and unstoppably crushing the incoming undead creatures.In a few moments they were on the bridge, gradually retaking the deck of the Brunhill.

"Rush over and take their deck!"

Griffith has fought board battles in the East.Heavy ballistas and trebuchets can suppress enemy warships, but they are extremely difficult to sink completely.Even for Brenhill equipped with artillery, it is extremely difficult to tear apart a regular warship with the power of artillery shells.

Once one side has the upper hand, the next move is to rely on gangs, send elite infantry to board the ship, seize control of the enemy ship in hand-to-hand combat or set fire to it.

While organizing the counterattack, Griffith's brain was also working rapidly.

Could it be that this ghost ship that suddenly appeared was one of the five sealed items in Odessa, following me, or was the breath of the two sealed items captured by me attacking me?

If so, why didn't powerful high-level combat power appear on the ghost ship immediately after the impact to suppress us, instead launching an attack with fragile living corpses.Such an offensive was terrifying, but it was impossible to stop a powerful transcendent or an elite army.

It's strange, I've regained the bridge, and I'm about to board the opposite deck, why hasn't the high-level combat force on the opposite side moved yet?Could it be that there was no such power from the beginning, and it was just this ghost ship that came to attack me?

is it possible?Are Odessa people so stupid?Give me two sealed items and my sister first, and then give me a ship?

Griffith's eyes became cold and sharp.He stopped his steps and let the infantry and cavalry lined up to counterattack pass him:
"Desai, Joshua, where is Jill? Get him, I want Neferty to be within my sight at all times."

He then turned his head and shouted to the lower deck: "Gunner, is the gunner still there? Call the gunners!"

The only answer to him was a burst of moans, big and small.A few sailors who were not down were trying to get back into position, but there was no officer to lead them.

Only one person can't organize a warship to fight with the soldiers on board by shouting.Griffith sends for Senamon.Senamon had remained in the squadron since the Odessa incident as a lieutenant of cavalry artillery.Griffith found two dragoons to protect him and sent them to the artillery deck to organize firepower.

"Captain!" Lansada, who was counterattacking with the team, suddenly shouted in this direction, "There is a change in the enemy ship!"

"What movement?" Griffith asked subconsciously.As soon as he finished speaking, he saw extremely long black shadows popping out from the darkness, whipping in the night, making loud crackling noises.

The cable of the ghost ship moved by itself.This pitch-black ship was entangled like countless tapeworms, with disgusting clusters of thin tentacles erected, rolling towards the Branhill.

(End of this chapter)