Chapter 1434: Chapter 658: Opening Move of War, Who’s in Charge of the Detergent? (2)
During wartime, he is just below the captain; during peacetime, he can stand on equal footing with the captain, and sometimes even surpass him.
He immediately set his next target.
Pretending to be a Pyrenean officer, he boldly approached the middle-aged clergy member and tapped his chest four times, asking somewhat confusedly:
“Father, I’ve walked on thin ice my whole life. Do you think I can reach the other side?”
The priest saw he was covered in blood, assuming he had just been engaged in marine combat outside, and instructed him to quickly enter the line to provide Mind Wish Power. He firmly answered:
“Absolutely! Our [Twelve Apostles] has received the blessings of the creator. We can definitely return to the Empire and successfully land.”
Raymond’s face was full of gratitude, and he meaningfully said to the clergyman of similar order but far higher status:
“Really? That’s great, then, Father, please take good care.”
As he uttered these words, the ability of the title [Unlucky Ghost] was pushed to the extreme.
Raymond, guided by Vanessa the Calamity Witch, condensed his misfortune into a spell: “Old brother or a certain ranking, please take care.”
He could concentrate the misfortune and unleash it all at once, usable once per day, more effectively than the spell “Fellow Daoist, please stay.”
Anyone in the same order or lower who dared to be called his “old brother” would encounter dire misfortune, like being struck by lightning during a rainstorm, choking to death on water, or a misfire while cleaning a firearm… Nothing was impossible, only unimaginable.
Just like now.
The priest, slightly impatient with this talkative fellow, was about to push him into the kneeling prayer line to quickly get to work.
Bang!
A 42-pound shell, originally deflected by a force field, was suddenly disturbed by an inexplicable force, squeezing through a gap in the deflection field and into the bulwark of the [Twelve Apostles].
Coincidentally, it grazed the priest’s shoulder, taking his seemingly benevolent head along, and then jumped into the midst of a dense throng of sailors, carving a brutal path through flesh and blood.
Raymond wiped the brain matter off his face, as if suddenly awakened from a dream, and screamed long and loud:
“Oh no, the military priest is dead.
The creator has abandoned the Twelve Apostles—!”
The already depleted morale collapsed on the spot, and the miracle battleship that was fleeing instantly sagged, with its deflection field breaking down as well.
From behind, the Beret Tanya flagship of [Preempting the Enemy] had already caught up with two escort ships, using faster speed and stronger artillery to heavily damage the flagship in two rapid-fire rounds.
The main diagonal yards were broken, all the fixed rigging on the sailboats snapped, and the masts began to sway left and right.
“The Twelve Apostles probably can’t escape.
Antonio, you and the young officers take [Henry’s Navigation Map] and retreat first.
If it wasn’t for Conqueror Cortes losing the first-class Holy Relic [First Overseas Development Command] back then, Byron Lancaster wouldn’t have been able to seize the Treasure Fleet and rise to power as quickly as he did.
We absolutely can’t afford to lose any more powerful first-class Holy Relics!”
[Human-shaped Gun Platform] Franco Bampton dodged a burst of shrapnel as he tilted his head, stuffing the navigation map into the vice commander’s hand.
The latter immediately realized something, his face changing drastically:
“Commander, you mean to say…?”
Franco simply left a message: “Execute the order, the Invincible Fleet will only die, not be defeated,” and walked straight out.
The vice commander and the officers could only salute him with faces full of grief, each of them grasping a corner of the navigation map, finding their names on it.
They then moved their names along the route back to their point of origin, the Pyrenean Peninsula.
Their bodies began to turn illusory, eventually disappearing without a trace.
This was an astonishing “manual return,” equivalent to a town portal scroll in a game.
[Henry’s Navigation Map] almost embodies all the functions a navigator dreams of during adventures, but its limited range makes it impossible for a full fleet backtrack.
At this point, the Fourth Order Artillery Expert [Human-shaped Gun Platform] Franco Bampton was already standing at the high sterncastle of the warship.
Activating the core ability [Artillery Position], ripples appeared around him as dozens of phantom gun barrels were summoned, aiming at the pursuing interdiction cruiser fleet flagship.
Spiritual radiance burst out, connecting to the gun barrels and supplying ammunition, each cannon muzzle lit up.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!…
Equivalent roughly to six-pounder rapid-fire shots, scorching fire element bombs rained down on the enemy ship like a torrential storm.
With the fleet commander’s title effects combined with a Fourth Order Hero’s professional ability, he truly transformed into a human-shaped gun platform, with each shot extraordinarily accurate.
The artillery experts and musketeers of the opposing interdiction cruiser fleet, even wanting to return fire, found the challenge of hitting a ship and hitting a person on the sea incomparably different.
Even though Beret Tanya [Preempting the Enemy] personally manned the cannon for sniping, the opponent’s use of more professional long-range sniper/counter-sniper techniques kept dodging the shots successfully.
They were forced to order a tight formation to try and blow up the [Twelve Apostles]’ ammunition depot, sinking this Fourth Order Hero along with it.
“Hmph, fools.”
This strategy played right into the hands of the [Human-shaped Gun Platform].
He raised his right hand, where a complex circular rune on the back swelled rapidly, transforming from two-dimensional into three-dimensional, quickly becoming a scarlet orb exuding a strong sense of danger.
From the moment it was born, it was extremely unstable, as if any sudden movement could cause it to explode on the spot.