A different world game? A different world game!

The flagship's steel wolf-like prow suddenly erupted with a deafening roar.

"Damn it, how did the advance team explore? It's like we've been ambushed."

A dwarf, enraged by the situation, slammed his fist on the wooden stake in front of him.

They were not prepared for any naval battle at first. They were fully prepared for this expedition. Long before the main force set off, the advance team had already headed towards the mainland.

We are still communicating in real time.

The advance team encountered no obstacles at sea. Although there were occasional sea creatures, they were mostly small ones, which is perfectly normal at sea.

Nobody cared; after all, it was just a necessary encounter.

But this time it was beyond our expectations.

"Don't panic, the ship we're on is no pushover."

As the core of the entire expedition team, Lurek remained remarkably calm.

The flagship began operating rapidly.

Compared to transport ships, the flagship is a true all-around vessel, and it's the latest model.

"Magic-powered cannons, prepare!"

The massive, heavily armored magic-powered cannons on both sides of the ship suddenly emitted a blinding, eerie blue light!
Buzz—Zzz!
The air was torn apart by the highly compressed and condensed magical energy, emitting a teeth-grinding shriek.

The sky seemed to lose its color.

All the light seemed to be absorbed by the attack fired from the magic power cannon.

A dozen or so thick, condensed blue-white energy beams, as solid as bowls, were like spears thrown by gods, accurately and fiercely aimed at the terrifying behemoth that had just broken out of the sea and was swinging its battering ram-like limbs down.

The world suddenly became quiet.

boom! Boom boom boom!
The energy beam slammed into the behemoth's side, which was covered by tough, slippery scales.

A burst of intense light suddenly erupted, mixed with a massive shockwave generated by the sea monster's flesh and blood being instantly vaporized by the high temperature.

The pungent, burnt smell filled the air instantly.

"Roar-!!!"

A piercing, soul-chilling roar erupted from the beast's twisted mandibles, accompanied by intense pain and even more ferocious rage.

Its massive limb, which was crashing down, veered off course due to the sudden and violent impact, and crashed into the sea less than fifty meters in front of the target exploration ship.

Boom! ! !

Like a deep-sea bomb exploding, towering waves surged into the sky, forming a massive, pale wall of water that slammed against the hull of the exploration ship.

The giant ship swayed violently from side to side as if it had been whipped by a giant, throwing objects and people on the deck into the air, and the alarm blared even more shrilly.

"It hit the target, but the effect wasn't ideal!"

At the flagship's gun emplacement, the dwarf gunner Grum wiped his beard, which had been scalded by the hot steam, and roared in a rough voice.

His eyes, however, were filled with worry.

"Damn it! The energy dissipation is abnormal! The magic in this sea of ​​ghosts... is too chaotic! It's like boiling stagnant water! Its power has been reduced by at least 20%!"

Just as he said.

The concentrated fire attack, which was originally enough to pierce the defenses of a legendary behemoth and create a huge molten crater in the target, caused numerous charred wounds and evaporated flesh this time, but failed to kill.

What's more troublesome is that the already chaotic and violent magical environment of the surrounding sea caused the energy beams of the cannons to be significantly scattered and attenuated during firing, and some of the energy was even prematurely detonated by the turbid seawater barrier mixed with deep-sea metal elements.

This kind of environment is similar to using magic-powered weapons in the abyss, although it's not quite that exaggerated, but it's essentially the same thing.

The continent of Taril has absorbed too much power emanating from the evil rats and the evil gods.

In a world that is now weak and wounded, these forces of malevolent chaos gather and disperse.

In addition, the situation on the continent of Taliel was already quite bad, which led to the current situation.

The pain and fury completely activated this nightmare sea that had been dead for thousands of years!
Wow! Wow!
The sea surface was violently shattered one after another.

More terrifying shadows emerged from the boiling, deep green seawater.

There was indeed more than one of these sea creatures.

It's unclear whether they were ambushed or simply attracted so many deep-sea monsters because they were such a large target.

The chaotic environment, coupled with the malicious forces that had previously spread throughout the world, turned these sea monsters into scourges on the ocean.

They come in various shapes and sizes, some resembling giant deep-sea octopuses magnified millions of times, covered in eyeballs and twisted sucker tentacles.

Some are descendants of ancient mosasaurs, covered in gnarled bone plates and with skulls resembling giant hammerheads.

Others have bodies as long as giant snakes, covered with sharp bony fins and barbs.

The scales, shells, and tentacles of these sea beasts gleamed with an eerie, ominous dark luster, and some parts even flickered with unstable, chaotic energy spots.

Their eyes were mostly cloudy or flashing with a frenzied red light, their goal was crystal clear—to tear apart these iron lumps that dared to trespass into their territory and the flesh and blood inside.

The chaotic magic brought about by the death of the evil god did not disappear. Instead, it took root and mutated in the creatures around Taril, pushing them toward a more twisted and pure killing instinct.

Garbage always needs a place to be dumped, and garbage disposal always requires time and effort.

This is no exception in this fantastical world.

"Starboard! Octopus monster! Tentacles are crawling up!" "Port! Hammerhead dragon! It's ramming the ship!"

The piercing alarms and reports from the Night's Watch soldiers mingled together, and the battlefield instantly descended into chaos.

The enormous tentacles, like giant pythons, coiled around the side of the smaller exploration ship that had just narrowly escaped death. The terrifying suction cups clung firmly to the edge of the deck, their force so great that even the armor plates groaned.

More tentacles, covered in mucus, are spreading upwards, searching for prey.

"Fire! Fire!!" the captain roared.

Several secondary cannons began to roar, but the effect was limited. The octopus monster's tentacles had extremely strong regenerative abilities, and their slime seemed to be able to slightly corrode the anti-magic alloy.

At the same time, a small, serpentine sea monster covered in bony plates suddenly leaped out of the sea and slammed into the hull of a large transport ship like a battering ram!
Boom! ! !
The dull thud made the whole ship emit a tooth-grinding metallic groan.

Transport ships are the most "cumbersome" in the fleet. They carry a large amount of supplies and adventurers, sacrificing defensive firepower for carrying capacity, with only a small number of magic-powered rapid-fire cannons installed in key parts of the hull.

It should be no problem to fight off small sea monsters.

However, these behemoths, each larger than the transport ship itself, were completely unaffected by such firepower.

At this moment, facing the successive arrival of sea monsters and the waves of strange tsunamis, they seemed particularly overwhelmed.

"Flanking support! Target transport ship 'Oakwood'! Magic cannon! Quickly!" An urgent order came from the flagship's bridge.

One of the main guns turned with difficulty and bombarded the serpentine sea monster that was ramming the transport ship, temporarily forcing it back, but the hull of the transport ship had already developed obvious dents and cracks.

Seawater is pouring in through the crack.

We can no longer rely solely on the Night's Watch's warships.

The tentacles clinging to the ship's hull and the swarms of small sea creatures attempting to leap directly onto the deck were the most pressing threats. And it wasn't just the Night's Watch that was acting.

Everyone is taking action.

"Brothers! Sisters! If you don't want to feed the fish, don't just stand there!"

Hogg was the first to react. The orc warrior with huge fangs roared and brought his giant axe down with a terrifying whooshing sound.

Click!

An octopus tentacle, as thick as a bucket, that had reached the edge of the deck where he was standing was severed in half, and foul-smelling, sticky black blood sprayed all over him.

"Chop these scum into pieces!"

Wolf reacted quickly, his claws extended, and he frantically tore at the other tentacle that was trying to wrap around the mast!

In an instant, the adventurers on the ship awoke from their horror and chaos, their instinct for survival overriding everything.

Human warriors roared and formed battle formations, using their shields to brace against the edge of the deck, their spears and swords fiercely piercing the tentacles and bony fins that tried to climb up and wave.

The elven mage Lia chanted rapidly, and a blast of icy blue cold air, rapidly cooling the water, precisely enveloped a school of slippery sucker-like fish that had just climbed onto the deck, freezing them in place.

"You little mustaches! Load those deadly gun positions!" The old dwarf Bono roared at the dwarven gunners operating the small magic cannons as he swung his rune hammer and smashed a spiky tentacle that had been attacking them.

Not all dwarves joined the Night's Watch, but a large number of them did, so the entire dwarf race received preferential treatment from the Night's Watch to some extent.

For example, forming an adventurer's party or being a dwarf who hasn't joined the Night's Watch can also qualify to purchase certain magically powered weapons.

After all, these weapons will eventually be distributed to the general public, so they cannot be kept secret.

Several young dwarves immediately took advantage of their small size and quick stamina, rapidly moving the heavy magic-powered cannonballs.

"Get out of the way! Watch out for fire!"

The halfling Kirk, carrying a jar of alchemical grease emitting a pungent odor, nimbly weaved through the chaotic human legs like a mole, precisely splashing the grease onto the slipperiest and easiest-to-climb spots, causing the subsequent sea monsters to slip and fall into the water.

The Scaled Sentinel Kula moved like a ghost along the edge of the deck. Each thrust of his short spear pierced the core of a small, deep-sea jellyfish-like monster that was trying to leap onto the ship, instantly turning it to ashes.

Thor, a descendant of the stone giants, guards the relatively vulnerable stern of the transport ship.

He used his massive, sturdy body as a shield to withstand the impacts and bites of the small sea beasts. With each swing of his heavy warhammer, he could plow a clearing on the deck and smash the attacking sea beasts into mincemeat.

The battle instantly became intense.

Screams, the sound of weapons hacking at armor, the roar of spells, the howl of cannons, the hiss of sea monsters, the sound of waves crashing against the ship's hull... all intertwined to form a symphony of death and metal storm.

The viscous blood of sea creatures, melting ice, burning grease, and drifting gunpowder smoke mixed with the salty smell of the sea filled everyone's nostrils.

The atmosphere really did plummet from heaven to hell in an instant.

They had finally seen the shore where they were about to land, but then they encountered this crisis.

This made many adventurers who didn't seem mentally prepared realize what the expedition they were participating in really meant.

Let them know that even with the Night's Watch's blessing, even with unimaginable power, they won't have much of an advantage against the continent of Taril.

They learned lessons at sea that they should have learned on land.

The Night Watch fleet, relying on the powerful firepower core and sturdy hull of its flagship, was holding off the most powerful deep-sea behemoths head-on.

Although the most powerful magic-powered cannons on those flagships could not inflict fatal damage on these sea monsters in an instant.

However, repeated use, under precise control, and with attacks aimed at the wounds, can still cause serious damage to these sea monsters.

In normal waters, these sea monsters would probably have been defeated long ago due to their severe injuries, but this is Taril.

In places that are even more insane and dangerous after the rat infestation.

These sea creatures went berserk when faced with forces from the side of order.

Such madness has long since made them abandon their biological instinct of fear.

Boom!

The sky had become covered with dark clouds without anyone noticing.

Thick bolts of lightning ripped through the sky and struck the sea beasts.

Lurek, his body crackling with electricity, floated in mid-air, wielding his rune hammer and guiding the lightning strikes.

However, their exaggerated size sometimes allows these sea monsters to withstand powerful attacks.

Thunder is not weak.

But the sea monsters were enormous, and even after being struck by these lightning bolts, they continued their frenzied attacks.

the other side.

Numerous, fearless sea monsters, enhanced by chaotic magic, and terrifying giant waves surging wildly on the sea surface, mixed with chaotic energy waves, are relentlessly assaulting every line of defense of the fleet.

The decks of those large transport ships became meat grinders, and the adventurers, relying on their will to survive and the little tacit understanding they had just developed on their journey, unleashed an astonishingly chaotic but effective fighting force.

They were engaged in a fierce battle with the sea monsters that were clinging to them.

Their weapons sliced ​​through the tough carapace, magic exploded into dazzling flowers of death on the monsters, and even the clumsy giants smashed through the fragile bone spikes...

At this moment, the sea monster and the expedition team were on the sea, and it seemed that neither could do anything to the other.

A dangerous stalemate has formed on the battlefield.

The tense battle was like a taut bowstring; every inch of seawater could harbor new deadly threats, and every inch of deck could instantly devour lives.

Some small exploration ships have already been sunk in the chaos by the waves, the giant tentacles, and all sorts of inexplicable wide-range attacks.

The only saving grace were the main large transport ships, which, thanks to their enormous size, managed to stand firm in such naval battles.

Although some of them have suffered severe damage, become pitted and uneven, and even caught fire, they still stand.

It drifts left and right on the sea with the waves, showing no sign of sinking.

And that extravagant flagship was directly facing the most powerful sea monsters.

The Night Watchers' magical cannons and energy barriers form the backbone of the fleet, while thousands of self-organized adventurers on board fill the gaps in the defenses with their own flesh and blood and skills.

Both sides are at a loss and bleeding.

The scales of victory swayed violently amidst the chaotic vortex of energy and the stench of blood.

“This won’t do. We are at a huge disadvantage at sea, and we have too many large transport ships. We can’t afford to lose even one.”

Upon hearing this, Lurek, who was panting and had already broken free of his lightning form, roared.

"Don't worry, the Night's Watch has been preparing for this expedition for a long time and has various contingency plans."

Even in this crisis, there's no need to worry; support is on its way.

The words fell.

A streak of silver light pierced the sky. (End of Chapter)