Chapter 85: Psychic Artillery and Fortress-ization

Most of the time, the moment the scene shifts from extreme motion to instantaneous stillness, it gives people a feeling of nausea and vomiting.

And this time, the beautiful picture scroll above the sky was just like that.

Those Bretonnia bards remaining on Albion Island were recording everything before their eyes like madmen, striving to use the most beautiful prose and literary talent to document the feat of the Sea Elf attempting to use the Aether Sea and their own power to drown the psychic suns in the sky.

And just as they were describing how tragic and heroic the Sea Elves making their last stand were, possessing unimaginably brilliant colors, and even how their skin had been stained a bright red, the scene before them froze.

Four small golden suns slowly spread their wings, revealing their pure black inner shells.

The four hundred and eighty cannons that opened fire in an instant blasted that black tide to a halt in mid-air. Because all the soldiers were the most elite soldiers, and all had been under the psychic control of Li Ang, there was almost no overlap in the firing range or the splash damage zones of the artillery.

The entire Sea Elf legion covering the sky became a whole layer thinner in an instant. In that round of bombardment, countless sea beasts and Elves fell from the sky, losing their glory.

They simply could not understand why such strange things had appeared.

In Kalimdor, they had seen many types of Sky Battleship, but they had never seen guys like these before them, which were so brilliantly golden that they were more like works of art than warships.

Moreover, the power of that artillery far exceeded the imagination of the Sea Elves. It was as if the oceanic elements of the Aether Sea did not exist at all; the shells ignited with raging fire exploded among the sea beasts and the Elf swarms, and within a radius of several meters to dozens of meters, all living beings were torn apart by that terrifying power.

What kind of power is this? Even the Goblin Chamber of Commerce has never seen something that can explode like this within the oceanic elements! "Everyone pay attention! The power of those cannons is not right! We cannot get entangled on the side! We must charge in! Charge in!"

The Sea Elf, whose reaction was extremely sensitive, found a sea beast in the sky in a sorry state, mounted it, and roared his commands to all the Sea Elves.

His luck was very good; although the cannonball shattered his mount, he himself was astonishingly unharmed.

As an excellent commander, he keenly sensed the abnormality of the enemy.

The strange golden warships were full of cannons, and there were deployment bays under the hull; according to his experience as a mercenary in Kalimdor and other places, this design was often created to maximize firepower. In other words, this kind of thing must have thin skin and a soft interior, and if they got close, there would definitely be problems.

Every one of the Sea Elves felt as if their Soul was burning; this battle was likely the most thrilling and astonishing battle in history. Each of them had to pay with their own life.

But is this worth fearing? Weren't they losing their lives every single moment anyway? The Sea Elf felt a crimson courage shroud his heart.

They were unwilling, unwilling for their fate and life to become such a boring thing; even if it meant death, landing in this bastard Old World, even if they died, they hoped to die in a blaze of glory.

And a few seconds later, just as the Sea Elves began to plan a group charge, those hundreds of cannons roared in unison once again, instantly breaking the momentum of the Sea Elves' charge in the blink of an eye. Once again, countless corpses danced and drifted down from the sky, forming a very bloody and beautiful picture.

But the Sea Elf leader wiped his cheeks, looked at those hundreds of cannon muzzles, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

The power had decreased.

Or rather, their defense had been strengthened.

All the Sea Elves seemed to be shrouded in a layer of invisible red mist; every Sea Elf seemed to have a blessing to dodge arrows, and even the damage zones of the explosions were much smaller. Why is this? Or is it that their arrival here was a conspiracy of some existence from the start? Such thoughts only swirled in his mind for an instant before the Sea Elves quickly cast them to the back of their minds. Every Sea Elf felt the anger radiating from their Soul, vowing to tear these enemies into pieces.

"Everyone! Form two columns! We will advance alternately and cover each other! The power of the enemy's artillery has weakened! Get the Biological Bomb ready!"

The young leader shouted among the crowd, and the power of his psychic energy transmitted that will to the entire battlefield.

The Sea Elves suddenly began to charge toward the four brilliant golden suns hanging high in the sky with a level of discipline that would have been absolutely impossible in the past. In the past, the Sea Elves, who only knew how to swarm and plunder Souls, displayed astonishing combat quality.

Even though the enemy's ships had begun to abandon broadside volleys and started choosing to pick off the Knights charging at the front from the flanks, the Sea Elves quickly charged to the front of the ships.

This was something they could not have accomplished in the past, but now they had done it.

The warriors who were originally raiders were now even more ruthless; they completed contact in one second, took out the Biological Bomb, placed it on the edge of the ship, and pulled the ring. And after a muffled bang, everyone was shocked by the result before them.

"……Why?"

How could it not be blown through? Looking at that gilded shell, the Sea Elf holding the Corrosive Explosive looked in disbelief at his arm, which had been blown back and corroded into a puddle of flesh and bone.

And before him, the dent on the Sky Battleship that had been slightly corroded was beginning to recover and flatten at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then, on the shell, the cannon muzzle turned slightly, and the pitch-black muzzle aimed at the bewildered Sea Elf. Then, that brilliant light was reflected in his pupils.

'Boom!'

Accompanied by another round of cannon fire, countless confused Sea Elf corpses floated in mid-air, looking blankly at the young leader whose eyes were splitting with rage, as if silently questioning him why he wanted to resist to the bitter end.

And what made that Sea Elf leader feel even more desperate was that he seemed to hear, from the void, the cursing of some existence dissatisfied with such a sturdy deck. And in the next instant, their courage, their organization, and their death-defying anger all turned into nothingness.

Noisy and painful screams spread across the battlefield in the blink of an eye.

'Save me! I don't want to die!'

'I was just joking! I don't want to die, don't!'

'Why is it like this…… Are we just playthings of the gods from the very beginning……'

'Who saw my arm? Who saw my arm!'

"This is Fortress-ization, kid. Your Biological Bomb can't destroy a fortress. Have a safe journey."

A flippant voice appeared in his mind, and then he saw the firelight expanding before his eyes, blowing all his dreams into fragments in the blink of an eye.

(End of chapter)