Blood tax

Chapter 351 The true ability of the ghost ship
The scream of a sailor disappeared in the tumbling dark black water.He was caught by the ankles by the rolled-up cable and was thrown high into the sea.

Dozens of hundreds of sails used to tie sails and masts on sea ships curled like snakes and tapeworms, rolled and bounced on the sea surface and on the deck, and then rushed towards Brun Hill at an incredible speed as if they had eyes. For the sailors of the No. [-], wrap a few circles around their arms and ankles, tighten them, and pull them up.

The hard and thick ship ropes cannot be easily cut with a sword, and often need a sharp ax to break.However, the black rigging from the ghost ship was as flexible as a living thing, and a layer of slippery, viscous dark green liquid was attached to the surface, exuding a disgusting stench.

The sailors had just recovered a little morale driven by the storm squadron's counterattack, and disappeared in the blink of an eye amidst the screams one after another.

There were thrashing sounds in the air.The living ropes danced wildly, and the sailors desperately tried to grab the nearby cannons, barrels, and masts, but the sails pulled stronger, dumping them one by one like dried bacon under the eaves, or in Spin in mid-air.

Griffith's sharp gaze swept across the chaotic and messy deck, and immediately turned his gaze back to stare at the ghost ship Alombis again.

"Attack," he shouted in a deep voice, not loudly, but like a waking monster spreading its limbs in its lair, the astonishing oppressive force rushed to his face, "Storm Squadron, maintain formation and assault the bridge of the enemy ship!"

The Sealed Artifact in Odessa actually has the consciousness of a living creature. The sail seems to have a life of its own, and it has an unimaginable advantage in the boarding battle.However, it is not without weaknesses——

The rope did not hit the formation of the cavalry on foot!
The Storm Squadron, which formed a dense formation and attacked the deck of the ghost ship, was surrounded by dense ropes.These strange black ropes swung and hissed like cobras with their heads raised, but rarely struck directly.

Even if they are not Extraordinary from the law-breaker path, as long as they gather enough resolute fighting spirit, the blood energy of mortals is enough to make many mysteries fear.

The infantry and cavalry resolutely carried out the assault order.Many of them are also very scared, but their obedience to orders has been deeply instinctive. Even if their brains are blank, they can still form a battle formation with muscle memory and act.

They shielded their wings with shields, and stepped forward in unison, raising the gleaming swords in their hands, and swiping them down like shooting stars.Any cable that dared to approach or touch this majestic formation was instantly swept by Sen Ran's blade and snapped in two.

This is the power of blood.Even an army dominated by mortals, once mobilized and organized, can restrain almost all mysteries, and can even cut a smooth path to the abyss against the roar of a giant dragon!The dank and ghostly aura of the undead creature is held down by the scorching and powerful force, and it has no power to parry.

Griffith strode onto the deck of the ghost ship.It is meaningless to turn back to rescue the sailors now, only a resolute assault and take down the center of the ghost ship will end this weird battle.

At this moment, groups of living corpses and rolled black ropes receded like a tide.A few gigantic monsters came out in a row with rumbling steps, blocking the front of the Storm Squadron.

They are giant men with black leather hoods on their heads. They are all over three meters tall. Their fat bodies are wrapped in greasy black leather covers, and their exposed bodies are dilapidated and dead gray.The swollen muscles are wrapped around many reptile-like black ropes more than ten centimeters long, deeply pierced into the flesh, it looks like something is parasitic in their bodies!

These giants let out hoarse and huge roars, dragging anchors, chains and other weapons to crush them.The stench of their bodies is unbearable, rolling in like a row of rotting meat.The chaotic and evil atmosphere was so strong that it almost boiled in the air.

Stitch monster!A monster made by cutting and splicing the strongest organs from many corpses, a thick and brutal monster.

Stitches shook their hideous bodies, shaking off pieces of rotting flesh and maggot-like fragments, shaking bone chains.These bone chains broke the shields of some soldiers, breaking gaps in the formation.

Such a monster, even if it is Griffith himself, cannot be wiped out in a short time.

However, Griffith is not alone, he doesn't even need to make a move!
Soldiers of Storm Squadron are also experienced in fighting large and evil creatures.They didn't even need an order from the commander. The squads pulled out their throwing guns, lit them with kerosene, and fired at the huge monster.

After three consecutive salvos of flame throwing guns, even the burly monsters howled one after another.There was a series of "bang bang" piercing sounds in the air, mixed with one or two bangs and burning flames.

The large stitch monster that had escaped from the cover of the living corpse was severely injured before it could exert its terrifying power, and even two of its ends were knocked down to the ground, burning and crackling.

At this moment, the second wave of troops on the ghost ship also appeared.

These monsters are not like people or corpses. They crawl on the ground with six legs like reptiles, and their bodies are covered with solid carapace and bristles.As soon as they appeared, these monsters jumped up from the lower deck of the black battleship with a dark and violent aura.

They gather in clumps, squeeze the muscles in their heads, and spurt spurs of caustic mucus from their mouths.The bone spur pierced through the infantry cavalry's armor and penetrated deeply into the flesh. The corrosive mucus hissed white smoke from the wound, violently dissolving the flesh.

"Shield Wall!"

The Storm Squadron hurriedly established defenses, dragged the downed companions back for treatment, and at the same time used ignited throwing guns to fight back quickly.

Amazingly, after these newly emerged monsters were damaged in battle, they devoured the rotten flesh and broken bones on the ground, and the wounds began to heal quickly.

However, their flaws are also obvious, that is, the speed is equally slow, and after boarding the deck, they can only push forward in a group, bit by bit arching into the human defense line.

"boom!"

Amidst a series of roars, the deck of the ghost ship suddenly shook violently, and moved directly outward a few meters.

The Brenhill launched shelling almost close to the side of the ship.After the sound of intensive gunfire, thick black smoke rose into the air.The lower deck of the ghost ship that was bombarded even made hoarse twisting and breaking sounds.

Senamon finally organized a bombardment.The gunners bombarded with hinge rounds.The fired shells circled at high speed in the air, breaking through the side of the enemy ship, tearing out fragments flying horizontally.

At this time, a slim and tall figure appeared on the deck of the Brenhill.Arendelle returned to her battleship.Holding a command knife, she walked lightly across the fighting deck, swirling and slashing like a dance. The flickering blade was as sharp as moonlight, and wherever she went, the sailors caught by the sail ropes escaped one after another.

Arendelle returned to her battleship.

Half of her face was covered in blood, but she stabilized the situation as soon as she appeared.Although she didn't show any astonishing extraordinary abilities, her proficient combat skills and her identity as a captain were enough to inspire the soldiers.Under her leadership, the damaged Brenhill also began to restore its organization and combat effectiveness in an orderly manner.Some of those who fell into the water were also climbing the rope nets on the side of the Brunhill ship and returning to the deck.

The two sides pulled on the deck, and the battle reached a stalemate.Humans built defenses, and undead creatures couldn't get in.Griffith began to order the soldiers to send the light artillery to the deck, ready to bombard the monsters entrenched on the deck from the flanks.

Sure enough, there is a problem...

Griffith felt abnormal.The attack launched by the ghost ship is too dull.Locating Brenhill at night and slamming into it is amazing, but post-impact Zombie Rush doesn't work well with Stitchers, animated cables, and bone-spraying monsters.They have the characteristics of flexible mobility, human shields, battlefield control, and long-range attacks, but they are sent forward one by one.

This is not like the command operation of a living person, but rather like using skills in a war chess game in rounds.

Griffith realized a problem.If the ship is a sealed item with characteristics similar to "living creatures", attack according to certain rules.Then, there is no command group on the bridge to attack...

"Captain, they captured Miss Kui Mansha!"

Just then, Griffith heard Desai shouting.As soon as he lowered his head, he saw countless ropes withdrawing from the broken stern of Brunhill.The slippery, curly rope wrapped the unconscious Neferti, and moved her out of the cabin, and moved her into the cabin of the ghost ship very quickly and steadily.

Griffith was about to jump down to pursue, but his spirituality was suddenly touched.A familiar and gentle voice echoed in his mind:

"Come back, knight.

"Come back aboard the Brunhill."

This is Arendelle's will.

Griffith hurriedly led the soldiers to retreat.At the same time, there was a faint and desperate roar in the turbulent wind on the sea surface.Everyone was surprised to find that in front of the ghost ship, a small, almost imperceptible black spot appeared in the air, which was constantly enlarging.Everything around him seemed to be captured by an irresistible swallow, as if it had collapsed into it.

Soon, this point has been torn apart and expanded into a howling black hole, full of greed, hunger and manic aura, crazily absorbing the nearby black water and air, even slowing down the embedded ghost ship and the Brenhill. Pull it slowly.

As soon as this astonishing vision appeared, the boiling undead creature attack on the ghost ship Alombis almost subsided.Amidst bursts of howling, they quickly retreated to their lairs, hibernated again, embedded in the gaps of decks, masts, and ship sides like wood and stones, and fixed there, as if they had become a part of the black battleship.

The light was distorted, resulting in some kind of indescribable refraction, and was also sucked into the black hole.In just a few seconds, there was a loud sound, and the whole person moved out of control.Before Griffith could take countermeasures, a strong dizziness hit him.

He felt like he had been thrown into a bizarre tunnel, and the surrounding scenery was strangely unreal.

Griffith seemed to see the vast, majestic and unbelievable city, the collapsed ruins, the mythical behemoth sweeping across the sky, and the tumbling fire waves devouring everything. He even saw a vague figure that looked like Christa... All kinds of light and shadow illusions gathered in my mind, and the hands of an untouchable clock were sweeping quickly.

Feel like I've worn something...

(End of this chapter)