Holy light flashed.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the dazzling white light smashed into the ghost ship.
As soon as it was hit by the holy light beam, the ghost ship trembled as though it were alive.
The already tattered hull swelled and ruptured all of a sudden.
At the next moment, along with a deep explosion, the entire Specter Ship burst apart.
Immediately afterward, several black shadows flew out of the Specter Ship and scattered in all directions.
But as soon as these shadows jumped up, they fell from the sky as though they had lost their strength and were completely devoured by the silver-white light beam.
With just a sweep, several Specter Ships exploded and sank into the sea.
Looking at this scene, everyone on the city wall cheered. On the other hand, Montgomery's expression was gloomy. He knew very well that things weren't as simple as they seemed.
If this was the commander, then this was only the beginning.
Besides … At this thought, Montgomery couldn't help but glance around worriedly.
This place wasn't like Frozen Fang. If that happened again, Montgomery really didn't know what to do.
But now, he could only resist for as long as he could.
Under the attack of the holy light, the ghost fleet suffered some losses. But after a short while, the ghost ships at the back filled up the original holes.
Looking at this scene, Montgomery's heart couldn't help but sink.
Sure enough, it was just as he expected.
Before Montgomery could say anything else, a series of explosions were heard. In the next moment, the cannonballs flew out again, flying in the direction of the Chaos Coast and slamming heavily into the light barrier.
Looking at this scene, everyone on the city wall cheered again. In their opinion, with this holy barrier, it should be difficult for the undead creatures to approach the coast. And if they couldn't get close to the coast, they were confident enough to resist the attack of the undead creatures!
But they didn't know that at this moment, on the other side of the darkness, a pair of flickering eyes was also staring at this scene.
"Everything is going well."
Looking at the explosion of flames on the light curtain, Marcus nodded in satisfaction and put down the binoculars in his hand.
Even though undead creatures didn't have much vision limitations, he still put on a proper stance.
Wearing a tattered captain's suit on his skinny undead body, he looked like a real man.
Marcus wasn't surprised by the Divine Protection.
The Chaos Coast was the last line of defense for these living beings. Of course, they would put in a lot of effort here.
Once this place was breached, the entire South would fall into the hands of the Undead Army.
Therefore, it was normal for them to defend here. If they did not react, it would be abnormal.
But from the looks of it, these old fogeys of the Holy Church were still as stubborn as ever, sticking to the rules and not knowing how to be flexible.
"The Holy Church is nothing more than this."
Looking at the light barrier in front of him, a cold smile appeared in Marcus' eyes.
Of course, he knew what his master wanted to do. In fact, the Holy Church's actions were all within his grasp.
This meant that, just like before, victory was only a matter of time for them.
Thinking of this, Medes couldn't help but feel a little excited. He still remembered the despair and depravity of the clerics when they broke through the Frozen Fang Fortress.
There was nothing more wonderful than those devout believers voluntarily giving up their faith and choosing to fall.
It was due to this that he chose to follow Sir Rhode. And now … In Medes's eyes, these believers were only struggling on their deathbed.
Thinking of this, Marcus nodded in satisfaction. Then, he turned his head and looked to the side. He couldn't help but frown, and his expression suddenly became gloomy.
Originally, Medes thought that the Holy Church's believers must have used the Divine Protection to block the entire Chaos Coast.
But what he didn't expect was that the west side of Everwinter was pitch-black and there was no sign of the Divine Protection.
What's going on?
Could it be that they think that I can't land there?
Or is there some kind of trap over there?
Thinking until here, Medes scratched his head and asked.
"What is that place?"
Upon hearing Medes's question, a Banshee appeared beside him silently. She looked in the direction that Medes pointed at and pondered for a moment before answering.
"Sir Medes, that should be the Endless Port."
"Endless Port …"
Upon hearing the Banshee's answer, Medes's expression became even gloomier.
According to his previous investigation, although this wasn't the most important line of defense on the Chaos Coast, it wasn't a place that could be abandoned casually.
But now, there was no defense at all?
How is this possible?
Could it be that those damned believers of the Church of Holy Church really dug a hole for themselves here?
But wasn't this hole a little too obvious? Anyone would notice such a strange place, wouldn't they?
Or could it be that they had other plans?
While Medes was pondering, suddenly, a flash of light flashed in the corner of his eyes.
Medes subconsciously looked up and widened his eyes. In the pitch-black night sky, a torrential barrage erupted from the darkness and bombarded the ghost fleet.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
For a time, almost half of the ghost fleet was engulfed in the sky full of artillery fire. The originally thick fog was completely dispersed, and water columns rose from the sea surface, spreading large amounts of seawater in all directions.
Medes was also caught off guard and got splashed all over his face.
"Damn it, what the hell is going on?!"
Wiping the water droplets off his face, Medes roared in exasperation.
It was no wonder that he was so angry. No matter how powerful the holy light column was, it could only pose a threat to the ghost fleet at the forefront.
Not to mention, this holy protection needed to accumulate energy. Although it was the natural enemy of undead creatures, it wasn't that powerful.
Medes was certain that as long as he had enough time, he could slowly wear down the enemy's defenses and play with them like a cat catching a mouse.
But now … Half of his fleet was exposed to the enemy's barrage. How is this possible?
Damn it. What the hell is going on?
Medes was certain that the cannons came from the sky.
But this wasn't magic at all!
He also thought that there might be floating warships joining in the fray.
But even the airships were firing diagonally downward from the sky.
And these cannons bombarded vertically, as if the enemy's weapons were pointed straight at the sea from the beginning!
How is this possible?
But before Medes could react, another round of cannons broke out along with a thunderous roar, completely enveloping Medes and the ghost fleet.
The rotating iron cannonball mercilessly shot into the rotten deck, and then completely exploded.
The entire warship was completely overturned like an exploding pressure cooker.
The high-particle beam emitting a dazzling light carried a white airwave on the sea surface, then swept away silently. Immediately afterward, dozens of ghost ships split apart in an instant and began to sink slowly in the trail of white smoke.
What the hell is this?
What the hell is going on?
Looking at the scene in front of him, Medes couldn't react in time.
He was sure that this was a counterattack from the enemy.
But where was the enemy? And why were these cannons different?
Just now, Medes saw four to five different forms of cannons in a row.
Among them, there were magic cannons full of magical fluctuations that it was familiar with. There were also attacks that Medes had never seen before and had no idea what they were.
What's going on?
Even the Holy Church couldn't use so many completely different forms of attack to deal with him at the same time!
"Retreat, retreat immediately!!"
Although Medes didn't know how the enemy launched the attack, he quickly made a decision.
Although his goal was to attract the firepower of the Eternal Winter City, it seemed that he had accomplished his mission a little too much.
If he continued to stay, it wouldn't be as simple as attracting the firepower of the Eternal Winter City. Half of the ghost fleet that he led would be engulfed.
Therefore, Medes quickly issued an order without hesitation. Upon hearing Medes's order, the originally aggressive ghost fleet retreated silently and disappeared into the thick fog. At the same time, they avoided the cannons that were like a rainstorm on the sea.
"Tsk, they're running away?
I haven't had enough fun yet!! "
Looking at the warships that disappeared into the thick fog again, Pattilina complained discontentedly.
Then, she waved her hand, and along with her action, the spatial rift that had appeared above the ghost fleet began to close gradually, and the huge cannons that protruded from the rift also slowly retracted along with the closure of the rift.
"Are we just going to let it go?
Master? "
"Of course not."
Upon hearing Pattilina's question, Jenn smiled.
"In fact, this is just the beginning."
He lifted his head and gazed at the pitch-black deep sea in front of him.
At this moment, he could vaguely hear the sound of waves crashing against the reefs.
"Hualala … Hualala …"
And among them, Zayen also heard another, even more bizarre sound.
Klein's Undead Army had finally arrived.