Moreover, the remaining dozens of white water lines in the water are rapidly approaching, leaving no ti for the two Calamity Witches to slowly blast them apart.
At this mont, the piano sound on the Mary Joa Theatre Ship began to play once more.
The crimson divine light in the eyes of the undead soldiers in the water grew brighter, as if they were on stimulants, their speed increasing again.
It seed that it was not rely a guidance system, but also accompanying the whale bomb with a ferocious "Corpse Explosion."
Seeing this, Byron decisively made a move, using a "Ship-lifting Technique."
All 58 cannons on the Golden Deer roared into action.
Storm Elves clustered around the shells, causing them to angle steeply, leaving traces of light in the air like a Heavenly Girl scattering flowers, before diving into the water.
Perhaps he didn’t have Ocean Authority, unable to make bullets immune to water resistance like the two Calamity Witches.
But the high-speed rotating storm wrapped around the shells, forcibly blasting the seawater apart, hit those whale oil torpedoes one after another, causing them to explode consecutively.
In the blink of an eye.
Countless towering water columns rose between the fleets, the nearest one wetting the deck of a certain warship as it fell.
It was like: you have "carbon-based torpedoes," I have a "flesh close-defense cannon!"
This kind of "manual mode" combined with "backward weapons" equaling "high-tech precision equipnt" in both sides’ magical warfare is a phenonon that can probably only be seen in a world where the extraordinary and technology coexist.
But before the Interdiction Cruiser Fleet could breathe a sigh of relief, more whale oil torpedoes erged from the water.
Obviously, the Phantom Fleet’s "carbon-based guidance system" was very well-prepared.
Byron also made a strategic mistake, as in the magicless world, a slave’s death is a huge loss for the Slave Master.
But in the hands of the Abaddon Secret Teachings, death for the slaves is rely the beginning of another great adventure... or rather, another arduous task.
Byron could perhaps rely on his "Ship-lifting Technique" to precisely detonate those torpedoes, but he would hardly have ti to do anything else.
He imdiately changed tactics.
"Before developing a specific conventional response plan, I can only rely on the extraordinary to make up for technological shortcomings."
The shadow under his feet suddenly turned pitch black like ink, accompanied by the sound of rushing water and bubbling.
Then it expanded into a long river whose ends could not be seen, enveloping an entire fleet within it.
The Interdiction Cruiser Fleet was sailing on the sea as well as on the surface of the Styx of the Nether River.
The second batch of torpedoes had just rushed into the boundary between normal seawater and the Nether River water.
The undead soldiers would imdiately be seized by the floating dead souls in the river water, then flip the torpedoes back towards the Phantom Fleet.
"No, return to !"
The piano sound on the Mary Joa Theatre Ship suddenly beca urgent.
The followers of the Demon Lord knelt and sang her three-part commandnt, providing faith power:
"The master of the Abaddon Secret Teachings, the Soul Reaper who plays the Death Sonata, the Demon Lord who dominates all Kin of the Abyss at the Edge of the World, the great Her Majesty Lorraine!
I offer my flesh to you, I offer my spirit to you, I offer everything to you..."
The Demon Lord Lorraine, though a Lesser God under the Abyssal ssenger Great Red Dragon Abaddon, was clearly inferior to Byron, the King of the Wild Hunt who had gathered three parts of Authority in this battle of Nether Authority.
Upon discovering she couldn’t redirect the torpedoes, she could only bite her silver teeth, prematurely detonating these whale oil torpedoes.
A cheer went up from the Interdiction Cruiser Fleet, but Byron hadn’t disclosed his esteed na, so they could only shout, "Praise Saint Byron!"
A black Nether River continued to extend forward, soon enveloping the Phantom Fleet as well, causing the undead on board to shiver subconsciously.
In this world, every strange art or divine art can be developed into a variety of usages.
Just like the swordsman profession, the sa sword can be used by so only to chop wood, while others can achieve Sword Saint status, with a vast disparity in potential developnt.
The Puppet King is one such example, having almost transford a strange art "Flesh Is Futile" into chanical transcendence.
At this mont, within the range of the Nether River, Byron’s divine domain was established; here, he was the ruler of life and death.
Survival or death? For him, it was not a question. Because whatever answer he provided was the correct one!
Byron raised his hand to snatch, issuing his decree to the undead creatures aboard the Ghost Ship:
"Strip away immortality!"
Instantly, it seed as though sothing was stripped away, yet also as though nothing had happened.
But those low-order undead in the Phantom Fleet suddenly felt an overdue sense of crisis from the opposing cannons.
Byron looked coldly at the Death Pianist across from him:
"The five laws of hot weapons:
First, hot weapons never believe in the tears of carbon-based organisms;
Second, all fear stems from insufficient firepower;
Third, caliber is justice, range is truth;
Fourth, the essence of conflict is high temperature, fragnts and shock waves are too feeble;
Fifth, beneath the mushroom cloud, all beings are equal!
Command, fire broadsides! Open fire!"
Logically speaking, if Byron’s side were also ordinary battleships, the main guns shouldn’t open on the leeward side.
But heavy cruisers with only two decks could not only place heavy artillery, but also had gunports far higher from the water surface compared to battleships.
It didn’t affect firing while surfing on the seawater at all.
Gunports opened collectively, and although there were no enemies on the other side, the entire fleet’s gun crew faithfully executed Byron’s orders.
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