Cursed Mountains and Seas

Chapter 325 Boarding? You'll never know how many people are on my ship.
Before the shells even landed, a chilling shriek reached their ears, and a deadly sense of crisis instantly assaulted the nerves of everyone on the legendary warship.

The Duke roared urgently, "Quickly, double the pain!"

The two ordinary nuns standing next to Sister Saint White immediately took out a whip made of cow sinew.

The whip is split into nine parts, with lead bullets tied to the top. This instrument of torture is called "Nine-Tailed Cat," and it is one of the three major sea tortures, along with "dragging the keel" and "walking on the springboard."

Whether it was naval officers physically punishing soldiers or pirates torturing prisoners, this was one of the most common methods.

Snapped!Snapped!
The firecrackers exploded loudly in the air.

The two nuns wielded the nine-tailed cat and lashed out at Gloria, the White Sister, tearing her thin linen robes and leaving grotesque, bloody welts on her fair skin.

"what--!"

The immense pain penetrated her frail body and struck her soul; cold sweat instantly soaked through Gloria's vest.

Perhaps when this state of "being with God" ends, her physical injuries will miraculously heal, but the pain she felt in the process was real.

It was precisely this pain that instantly transformed into the most powerful "healing" miracle!
It can not only heal people, but also heal the fragile protective barrier above their heads.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
A meteor shower of gold, silver, and red arrived in an instant, transforming into a devastating, oversaturated bombardment that exploded into massive flames on the storm barrier erected by the feathers of the feathered serpent god Kukulkan.

In the pitch-black night of the Tsushima Strait, a new sun rises slowly from the sea, clearly visible even from Pinghu Port.

Nothing could withstand such a barrage of firepower; even the atmosphere trembled, boiled, and fled in all directions.

The legendary warship beneath their feet suddenly sank under the immense pressure.

Even with the miraculous healing power of Pain, which replenishes itself every time a layer of the storm barrier is torn apart, it's clear to everyone that it can only last for two or three rounds before it's completely swallowed up.

It can only be said that the power of the Dragon Ball is worth the cost of sacrificing the remaining dragon energy of three dynasties.

Once the Mirage Cloud Dragon Ship is equipped with the [Five Thunder God Cannon], which can automatically search and track enemies, and the ultra-long-range anti-air weapon [Divine Fire Golden Crow], the weapon modules will be fully completed.

When the Milky Way is opened again, that will be the dragon's signature skill - "summoning wind and rain"!
As for what kind of wind or rain it is, that's none of your business.

From now on, not only will the Jiulong River, Poyang Lake, and Tianqian River be his, but even the position of Dragon King of the East Sea will belong to his family.

At that time, I only had one worry: I didn't have enough children with Sister Axiao.

In the face of life and death, Duke Medinaceli steered the figurehead to continue opening a small gate to heaven, enveloping only his legendary warship, and desperately transmitting the overflowing firepower from above to other places.

Otherwise, they would be burned alive before the storm barrier even breaks.

"Your Grace, please think of something quickly!"

[Tide Knight] Antonio gripped the hilt of his sword and called out anxiously.

Faced with this level of bombardment, even a mid-level high-ranking professional like him might not be able to survive. To die along with the ship would be too humiliating.

In fact, if they knew that as long as they could escape within a 20-kilometer combat radius, even the most intense artillery fire would turn back into a mirage, they would probably have abandoned their invincible fleet and fought back desperately.

Unfortunately, they can't see it.

There are countless talismans and sacred relics in the East and West of the continent, but the Four Seas Coin and the "Rare Goods for Hoarding" are the most precious treasures among treasures, as they can reveal their value and uses at a glance.

The Duke reacted quickly and immediately gave the order:
"Our biggest advantage over our opponents is our invincible Marine Corps and boarding action."

"All Marines, assemble! With Antonio as assault leader and Harvey as vice-leader, I will deliver you to the enemy ship, capture their flag, and take them down."

He then took out an old-looking manuscript of "The Travels of Marco Polo" and filled the third and last spot for the Winged Angels of Heaven.

In just a few breaths, one of the most elite marines in the entire Franco Empire was already lined up neatly on the deck.

This legendary warship is comparable to a first-class naval vessel. It is 70 meters long, has three gun decks, a crew of 950, and a displacement of 3500 tons. In essence, it is a behemoth of a sea fortress.

Apart from a very few first-class battleships in the hands of Western countries, no other warship in the world has a larger crew than them.

Moreover, the proportion of marines on the warships of the Franco Empire was far higher than that of other countries.

With the control of a living angel, the elite troops selected from thousands on this legendary warship are almost all [Arcane Guardians], who can join the battle at any time.

Therefore, there are a total of 882 elite Marines standing here!
The priests accompanying the army erected the cross that Hernando Coster used to destroy the Aztec Empire, summoning the corresponding knights of heaven to descend.

The horrific aura of slaughtering millions emanated from each of them, and even shadowy, blood-red ghosts appeared behind them—the last blood and tears of an ancient civilization!
That wasn't all. Everyone took out a gold coin with a skull design on both sides from their pocket and stuffed it into their mouths.

Bathed in the blood-red moonlight, everyone turned into a skeleton with festering flesh.

[Relic: Cursed Aztec Coin]

They were born in ancient, vanished temples, forged from the sacrificial blood of Aztec priests, the anger of the last emperor, and countless Aztec people.

When the torches of the Franco conquerors burned the golden city, and when they betrayed their promises, killed the emperor, and destroyed the city-state, these cursed gold coins sank into the abyss along with the bodies of the treacherous.

This became a pact between the ocean and the dead—882 gold coins represented the pawning of 882 souls!

Effect: An immortal curse under the crimson moonlight.

Moonlight becomes the key to the curse. At night, the moment a mortal's fingertips touch a gold coin, the sea breeze freezes in their throat, and their heart no longer beats for dawn.

Flesh and blood turned into pale skeletons, pain remained but death was impossible, hunger was eternal but never satisfied. They were not afraid of any physical damage, had an overwhelming advantage over ordinary soldiers, and even against those temple ghost soldiers, it was difficult to kill them unless a vital point was hit.

Unless they are blown to pieces, causing the gold coins to fall out of their bodies, it will not cause a truly fatal injury.

The Frankish Marines were invincible in close combat; their very existence became the embodiment of truth!

Immediately, the book "The Travels of Marco Polo," which opened the door to the East for the first time in history, was activated, and 882 Marine Corps Secret Guardians and two captains and vice-captains vanished in the light and shadow of the camels roaming.

The next moment, everyone was precisely teleported onto that somewhat strange-looking armored ship with turrets.

[Tide Knight] Antonio drew his half-sword from his waist and roared:
"Charge with me! Charge in!"

Behind them, marines, armed with arquebuses, stood in formation, led by the castrato Harvey, singing the hymn of reconquest, the song the Francois sang when they reclaimed the lands occupied by the Crescent-Heliocentric Moors:

"Many shields were pierced."

Many pieces of armor were torn to shreds.

Many white flags were stained red with blood.

Many stray horses were galloping wildly.

The Moors shouted: 'Muhammad!'

The Lamb of God cried out: 'Holy James!'

Their strength, morale, and combat power were all boosted to the limit. At this moment, their courage swelled, and they dared to go and fight against pure-blooded dragons.

However, the Marines did not find any resistance fighters arrayed on the deck.

All they saw was the Prince of Jinghai, dressed in a black royal robe, and the Byzantine princess, their main target, turn their heads and glance at them before they joined hands and fled into the hatch of the lower deck.

"Chase them! Catch them!"

As Antonio led the charge and was the first to jump through the hatch, he mentally encouraged himself:
"Shouldn't we have the advantage this time?"
Logically speaking, even if one were lucky enough to obtain a divine ship from China, powerful professionals wouldn't just pop up like potatoes in a field.

It's likely true that the Donghai Kingdom only had one fourth-rank official [storyteller].

If Kusashiro had made the first move, that person might have been lured to Buzen Prefecture in the north and might not have been here at all.

Even here, with two against one, plus the undead arcane guards, we could easily overwhelm him and kill him.

However, when they jumped down, they were surprised to find that this was not the cabin they had imagined, but another independent world full of birdsong and fragrant flowers.

It covers an area of ​​at least tens of kilometers, and you can't see the end of it.

There is a sky, sun and moon, hills, forests, streams, buildings, factories, docks, and even several brand-new fifth-class sailing warships like the [Danyang] are moored on the docks.

They jumped down onto an open hillside with no shelter on any side.

There was no one around, and their targets, Wang Cheng and Shen Yueye, had long since vanished without a trace.

Only on a small hill opposite, the rising Qi outlined the shape of a magnificent stage.

Snapped!
A flamboyant figure with a gourd slung over his back sat on the stage, slammed his gavel, and recited a line that was familiar to everyone in the Great Zhao Dynasty:
"I don't laugh at others, but only at Zhou Yu's lack of strategy and Zhuge Liang's lack of wisdom. If I were to deploy troops here beforehand, what would they do?"

As soon as the vivid lyrics were sung, a sudden atmosphere of fear and unease arose around them, with everyone on edge.

The Marines, who were in skirmish formation, instinctively sensed something was wrong and huddled together towards the two fourth-rank leaders, turning their guns outward into the most conservative, dense defensive formation.

However, Dong Piao chuckled, raised the folding fan in his hand with the words "open and honest" written on it, and pointed to the ground beneath their feet.

Antonio and Xavi looked down and discovered that the entire hilltop beneath their feet had been marked with a large "X" in lime beforehand.

Looking around, the fifth-tier ships on the dock had already pointed their cannons in this direction, and on the nearby hills, the grass and trees parted, revealing field guns that had been camouflaged and were gleaming with a cold light.

"and many more!"

Their faces drained of color instantly, and they let out a final, gasp of shock:
"Almighty Lord! What happened to the promised close-quarters combat?"

"I must be dreaming. How could our enemy in boarding action possibly be hundreds of field guns?"

Clearly, with the [Earth Official's Realm] by his side, any warrior who dares to engage Wang Cheng in close combat would never guess how many people on the ship he would have to take on alone.

Let alone them, even if the Pope came, he would have to ask himself how many divisions he actually had before he was qualified to fight a boarding action.

"Trying to board us? You're all green recruits!"

On the banner of the Five Peaks, Shen Yueye, who had been holding back for a long time, waved her little hand.

"His Highness has ordered: Leave no one alive! Open fire!"

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
The towering flames that followed lasted for a full fifteen minutes.

Limbs, broken bones, bent swift swords, flintlock muskets, and glittering Aztec cursed coins were scattered everywhere.

Once the hill had been completely leveled, the hundred or so temple soldiers [Wufengxuan] cautiously drew their two-meter-long oar knives, strode forward, and resolutely carried out the fine tradition of finishing off the enemy.

(End of this chapter)