Chapter 744 Dump truck? Mud boat!
The Apostles took over the harbor, and the coastal ports were not the only places affected by the flames.
Luo Xi originally planned to take everyone on a brief tour of the ancient civilized capital of Isaan, but now there is no need. If you look further, you can only see the smoke rising from the city.
The Port of Essan.
"Everyone, aim the Vulcan cannon at the coast and be alert to all possible support from the coast. This is a key node and cannot be missed! Everything that appears in the field of vision, even a duck, do not be stingy with artillery fire. Our flames It is God’s gift, endless!”
A fire bearer shouted to the surrounding believers.
Before this, most of the impressions of false religions were of unsystematic folk religions.
But what is surprising this time is that these believers are well-trained and orderly, almost like an army!
Some ships that were unable to escape directly became victims of the divine artillery.
The leading fire bearer nodded with satisfaction. After a round of inspection, he met with other fire bearers who were also responsible for guarding the port.
"It should be no problem. I said before that Isaan is a tough nut to crack. It seems that I still think too highly of them." A strong man who bears the fire said with a smile.
"Isaan's difficulty lies not in the Papal City. This place is already empty. The ones you should be most careful about after taking action are the hunters returning from overseas." Another female fire bearer said softly.
"With such a row of divine artillery placed here, even fire hunters would have to peel off their skin if they came over!" The strong man was very confident.
The female fire bearer shook her head and was about to remind her something.
Suddenly I heard a cry from the shore.
"Ship! There is a ship!"
The strong man didn't even look back and shouted angrily: "Didn't I say that if a ship enters the bay, we will just open fire? What are you shouting about!?"
The female bearer looked over, then quickly slapped the strong man on the head: "A ship is accelerating this way!"
The strong man also turned his head, and then he saw a large ship sprinting towards this side at an unusual speed.
That sounds fine, but this ship is too fast!
"Why are you dazed? Hit it!" the strong man shouted.
Before he finished speaking, the cannons flew towards the ship in unison.
Unexpectedly, the ship swung its head and tail, drifting smoothly and smoothly in the bay.
The fast-moving artillery all missed the ship and failed to damage the hull.
Members of the False Religion:?
How about playing? What about physics? What is the maneuverability of this broken wooden boat? I just said it was drifting, but in fact it was simply moving sideways without warning!
The ship continued its charge and reached the coast in the blink of an eye, heading directly towards the artillery line.
This time, the divine artillery fired a salvo at close range, hitting the ship.
But the next second, the smoke and dust were violently broken, and the bow of the big ship was raised. Under the flames, seemingly thin flame limbs stretched out from under the hull, and then slammed down towards the shore!
boom!
A corner of the front line was broken through on the spot, and a large number of believers had no choice but to abandon their artillery and evacuate.
"It's fire!" the strong man shouted.
"It is indeed a fire, but something is not right." The female fire bearer said immediately.
How can any fire hunter play with fire like this?
Does Tinder cost money?
Moreover, how could a wooden ship withstand the burning of firewood, and even grow limbs and turn into something like a monster?
No fire hunter in the intelligence has this kind of habit and operation, not even the chief hunter can be so wasteful. It is true that the firewood can be burned and transformed as long as the user is willing, but as firewood, the firewood hunter himself is constantly being consumed under the blazing fire.
But these reflections are irrelevant now.
Because the big hand made of blazing fire had already been photographed towards them.
Bang!
With one palm strike, a pillar of fire shot up into the sky, and the two fire-bearers flew out in embarrassment, with the bright yellow fire of the false gods burning on their bodies against the fire. Even if they are contaminated by a slight flame, they must fight with all the flames they bear.
Fire is very aggressive, and if left alone, ordinary people will be burned to ashes in a matter of seconds.
And these believers of the false god religion, currently under the fire, are still considered equal to all living beings.
Bang bang!
A large number of bombardments were directed at the ship.
It's not just the divine artillery that's been ambushed on the shore. Nowadays, most of the places in Isaan are occupied by the False God Cult, and camps have been set up.
Such a huge target of ships appeared, and they immediately launched a counterattack.
But even so, it couldn't stop the ship from crawling on all fours.
…
The Papal City of Isaan.
A hunter wearing a hunter's uniform with dark red edges on a black background, holding a large sword in one hand and a musket in the other, stood in the atrium.
Countless corpses piled up in the garden of the atrium, and the flames burned everything beautiful here. The sculptures symbolizing faith have been broken and collapsed, and the appearance of the gods has long been forgotten.
The followers of the false god looked at the tall figure from a distance and couldn't help but feel their throats getting dry.
The chief hunter of the Church of the Sun, his name is "Isaan".
Each generation of chief hunter will inherit the name of this city, which is entrusted with the meaning of protection and perseverance. He will never leave the city unless necessary. It is the strongest barrier for the Papal City of Essane.
Before actually fighting against such a hunter, it was hard for them to imagine that human power could reach such a situation.
The flesh-and-blood body was able to withstand all the concentrated fire from the Vulcan cannon, and at the same time killed all the firebearers and ordinary believers who participated in the attack on him.
To him, the number of people seemed to be just a series of numbers.
"Still can't we capture it? The longer it takes, the worse it will be for us!" someone worried.
"Don't worry, we don't have to defeat him. Our goal is to kill the Pope and declare the end of the Sun Church's orthodoxy. No matter how powerful he is, he can't cover everything." A man with a scepter like a torch in his hand said in a low voice .
At such an important moment, the high priest of the False God Religion was naturally present to preside over the operation in person.
"Besides, it's almost time for our allies to take action."
After the words fell, several deep breaths appeared and fell in the atrium.
Fear flashed in the eyes of the people of the False God Religion, but more of it was disgust.
It's just because the person who came has a deep and strong aura of the sea, and the changes on his body are so eye-catching.
One of them has turned into a black shrimp head, and his hands have turned into two thick spikes.
Besides the head, the squirming limbs hidden under the hunter's uniform are actually all tentacles.
These things are contrary to human cognition and make people feel fear and disgust.
Hunters from the ocean, and currently, the only ones who have the power to steadily cultivate ocean hunters, besides the Church of the Sun, are the Watchers.
Seeing the appearance of the lookout hunter, the chief hunter of the sun turned his head slightly and pulled out the sword from the corpse next to him.
"Traitor..." he said hoarsely, breathing hot breath from his mouth.
"You are the traitors. You follow the rules and stick to the rules. You are unable to resist under the pressure of the ocean and can only commit suicide slowly. You are domineering in civilization." A lookout hunter said bluntly.
The chief hunter swung his sword suddenly, and the hot wind blew several lookout hunters back a few steps.
Then, he put the big sword on his shoulder, and his face, which was wrapped in black cloth strips burning with sparks, opened the only exposed mouth: "Speak with your strength, fishes."
The two sides are at war with each other, and the atmosphere seems to be reaching its climax...
boom!
A loud noise forcibly interrupted the scene.
The bow of the ship directly smashed through the solid wall of the Papal City. Countless Papal City guards, hunters, and false believers who were fighting on the top of the wall were either directly smashed to pieces, or they lost their footing and fell from the wall.
The monster-like ship lowered its "head".
Only then did everyone notice the figure standing on the bow of the ship, carrying an anchor larger than his entire body on his shoulders.
"The decisive battle in Papal City? It's too romantic. Add me and I'll leave a record for you."
Mars was swaying in the wind, and Luo Xi's hunter's cloak was swaying in the wind, and his different-colored eyes revealed two completely different auras.
Neither fire nor sea can define this sudden intrusion.