Mystery: The Last Shepherd.

Chapter 731 Melee

"boom!"

"boom!"

The calm sea was whipped up by the whistling shells, sending up plumes of water, and the warships on it were not spared either, suffering repeated bombardments.

Although the heavy iron armor provided sufficient protection and could withstand the bombardment of cannonballs without being immediately punctured like a wooden ship, the parts above the deck were not so resistant. Many buildings were hit by cannonballs and suffered severe damage.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

Amidst the violent rocking, the ship commanders shouted at the top of their lungs, and the officers rallied the disorganized soldiers to manage damage and organize artillery counterattacks.

At this moment, each of them was filled with an indescribable sense of absurdity.

How could the mighty royal navy be attacked by pirate ships?

No one would believe this if I told them!

Because the attack came so suddenly, they only managed to fire a few scattered shells after the Blood Pirates' barrage ended.

"Fire!"

Alfred had reached the command bridge and was shouting, "If we can stabilize the situation, we'll quickly gain the upper hand!"

He was right. The pirate ships were all made of wood, no match for the sturdy ironclads, and the difference in cannon caliber between the two sides was enormous. As long as the sailors launched an offensive and engaged in several rounds of cannon fire, the scales of victory would quickly tip in their favor!

"Crunch, crunch..."

On the warship, all the cannons were being rapidly adjusted, and the sailors, sweating profusely, frantically turned the muzzles, aiming the cannons at the pirate ships. If they could fire first before the pirates' second volley, they would gain a greater advantage and have a better chance of survival.

But at that moment, Alfred suddenly froze.

The colonel, who had experienced many battles in the southern continent, saw that the pirate ships, whose military equipment was far inferior to theirs, were actually raising their sails and charging towards them at full speed!

Is this because they think they're not a big enough target, so they're offering themselves up so the others can aim at them?

wrong!

They're going to engage in boarding action!

The Rune Navy has entered the era of ironclad warships, and the ancient and outdated tactic of boarding combat has long been abandoned by them. This is because their own firepower is enough to destroy the enemy before boarding even begins.

However, under the unreasonable close-range attacks of the Blood King, boarding maneuvers became a risky but feasible undertaking.

Are Gascoigne's men just as insane as he is?

"Fire! Fire now!"

Alfred felt a chill run down his spine and shouted, "Notify our allies! Watch out for pirate boarding maneuvers!"

Standing on the bridge, he watched helplessly as a pirate ship rapidly approached their warship.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Finally, their artillery opened fire. The large-caliber cannons were far more powerful than the pirates', and in just a few shots, the pirate ship was torn to pieces. Planks flew everywhere, masts toppled, and large amounts of seawater gushed into the gaping holes in the hull.

"It's a success!"

Cheers erupted from the bridge.

"Prepare for battle!"

Alfred's eyes narrowed. "They're coming up!"

Although the pirate ship was destroyed by the cannons, it still managed to get close to the warship at the last moment, and the pirates on board jumped and climbed onto the warship!

"Bang bang bang!"

As soon as they boarded the deck, they fired a volley of bullets at the bridge.

"Quick! Soldiers, grab your weapons and follow me!"

Alfred immediately pressed Sharp down to the ground beside him, shouting amidst the sound of shattering glass and the injured man's screams, "Sharp, you come too!"

"But I'm just a clergyman..."

"If you'd rather get your ass kicked by pirates, then stay here and do nothing!" Alfred cursed, then rallied the surrounding soldiers and crouched down as he rushed out of the bridge.

Stepping out of the cabin, the view opened up before him, and he saw more of the sea.

He saw that many other warships, like his own, were being approached by pirate ships, and the fearless pirates rushed onto the decks and fought with the soldiers.

He saw the royal demigods floating in mid-air, looking majestic and powerful, while the blood monks opposite them stood atop a black flagship, their cannons unleashing terrifying bombardments with each shot. Prince Grove struggled to resist, merely managing to neutralize the cannon fire, leaving him no time to attend to the other besieged warships.

The situation is not good.

I wish I hadn't taken this boat; I should have left later.

Alfred gritted his teeth. He wanted to go home as soon as possible, but this was what happened to him.

No, I am a soldier of the Kingdom of Rune. At a time like this, it is time to attack head-on!

He was only dejected for a short time before he rallied and led his soldiers to continue the charge.

Soon, a group of pirates appeared in front of them.

"Whip it!"

Alfred shouted, and the power derived from "The Inquisitor" activated instantly. Invisible whips of pain formed in the air, lashing at the pirates. They felt pain that seemed to originate from their very souls, crying out and covering their ears, unable to control themselves.

"Fire!"

Alfred gave the order, and the soldiers behind him simultaneously pulled their triggers, rifle bullets volleying out and leaving more than a dozen holes in the bodies of the pirates. They instantly lost their strength and collapsed into pools of blood.

"Don't stop, keep going up to the deck..."

Blood flowed back, the bullet was expelled, the wound healed... and the pirates made a full recovery from their fatal gunshot wounds!

"Whip it!"

Alfred shouted, his voice filled with a fear he himself was unaware of. His power worked once again, and the pirates clutched their heads in terror.

"First Mate!"

"There are extraordinary individuals here!"

Just then, some of the pirates, enduring the pain, shouted, "Hurry up! He's about to kill us!" "What nonsense! With the captain here, you won't die so easily."

A relaxed voice came from ahead, followed by a young man in a shirt with blond hair parted in a side part. He looked cheerful and relaxed, more like he was on a picnic than fighting.

"The strongest pirate hunter, Anderson Hood!"

A sailor recognized him: "The notorious pirate with a bounty over thirty thousand! The first mate of the Blood King!"

"it's me."

Anderson smiled and nodded.

"Um?"

His gaze swept across the group of soldiers, quickly settling on Alfred's officer's uniform. "You're so young, and you're already a colonel?"

The Sequence 5 hunter nodded and said in an approving tone, "Impressive, such a young colonel... You must have relied on your extraordinary abilities to bully a lot of spear-wielding natives in the Southern Continent to get promoted, right? You must have worked really hard."

Alfred's head spun. At that moment, all he wanted to do was rush over and tear that damned mouth apart!