On the south side of the Great Treasure Fleet, nearly twenty kilometers away.

There was no need to detonate the so-called ammunition hold at all. The two fully armed Level 5 Cruisers of the Sak Empire were already torn apart like paper shells by the tremendous kinetic energy of the long halberd, followed by the huge fireball that soared into the sky after the gunpowder went off!

Even if the distance between them could be tens of kilometers, the thunderous explosions that reverberated across the sea and the fireworks that soared over a hundred meters were clearly captured by all the ships in this sea area.

Boom——

Then, there came another slightly smaller explosion.

It wasn't that the bronze long halberd was not lethal enough, but that an unknown small pirate ship just so happened to be behind the two cruisers of Sak, and got sent up to the sky along with them by the residual power of the halberd!

After the shocking firelight and rumble.

It was like a pause button was pressed; the air within dozens of kilometers around was frozen for an instant.

Then, as if receiving some sort of collective signal, the warships that had been surrounding the Great Treasure Fleet from afar turned their bows and made the same choice as Aiven.

"Quick! Quick! Quick! Did I see it wrong? Is the leading ship not the 'Guard Commander' but a disguised legendary warship?"

"Damn, I'm not doing this job anymore, turn around quickly!"

"Life is more important. To hell with the mission and orders..."

No one can withstand such an extraordinary attack. It's only a question of whether this quasi-legendary ship wants to, not whether it can!

It's like a pack of wild cats expecting leftovers at a banquet suddenly seeing the owner pulling out a hunting rifle and cleanly shooting down a companion. Is there any reason not to flee in panic?

In fact, when the major forces had not resolved to also send out a grand fleet to fight to the death, these guys hoping for a pie in the sky were really just here to try their luck. Among them, those less fortunate have already become the chicken used as a warning to the monkeys.

"'Inverted Cross Halberd' in standby status, full arc reset!!!"

Vice Admiral Oston, full of pride, had already seen the battleships reduced to debris by the ultra-long-range strike in that freshly summoned blood-colored mirror. Even letting the guys furthest away run half an hour in advance made no difference to himself considering the ships' speed at this era.

Now Vice Admiral Oston also felt the thrill of having a giant 60-meter broadsword, why not let you run 59 meters first? Hahaha...

The power of the wizard was truly amazing, and he couldn't help but look forward to the potential cooperation between the Kingdom and the overseas Wizard School this time around.

Clang! Clang!

After the soldiers tightened the winch group again by shouting the chant, the general personally put a golden bronze long halberd into the slot.

Under the shooter's control, the ballista slowly turned, rotating 180 degrees to point towards the north; a killing aura akin to autumn and winter descended upon this sea area again.

Hiss——

Far away, a chilling sensation instantly enveloped both wizards Aiven and Milan, and with their spiritual sensitivity, they sensed something seriously wrong the moment they were targeted by the "ballista".

"Damn, what's it got to do with me? I'm just a passerby, by chance!"

Having the sea bird's intuitive vision, Aiven could see the scene of the "ballista" unleashing its might even more clearly than the Great Wizard. It almost instantly shredded two Level 5 cruisers into pieces, and the aftermath even destroyed a pirate ship.

We just happened to pass by and were chosen as the target of a killing example to deter others!

This is goddamn unjust!

However, now is not the time to complain, and there's no way the other side would listen to explanations.

Escaping the opponent's range with speed in a short time is utterly impossible; perhaps in the next second, a divine punishment-like long halberd might fall.

After cursing a few times, Aiven quickly racked his brains thinking of a way to escape.

"Milan, activate the 'Misty Silver Lamp'! Don't need to make the mist too dense, just enough to disrupt the opponent's vision, but the range must be large!"

At the same time, Aiven quickly gave the helmsman a second order.

"Adjust one compass point to starboard!"

Even without the sea bird's vision, the crew, combined with the unusual behavior of their wizard captain at this time, keenly realized what had just happened.

That soaring fireball was soon to be their future!

The sailors used every imaginable method, desperately trying to make the 'Storm Horn' run a little faster.

Some soldiers, after completing their tasks, leaned softly against the bulwark, not bothering to wipe the sweat off their foreheads, drawing a virtual sign on their chests: "Goddess bless! Goddess bless!"

That look was just like they were about to face the final judgment, and even most of them no longer believed they could survive such an amazing attack on the sea.

Just a moment ago, their hearts were filled with pride and confidence of boarding a Level 4 Battleship, and in the blink of an eye, they were swept into the abyss...

However, until the last moment, Aiven, as the captain bearing crucial responsibilities, could not give up hope.

In fact, with the sea birds' vision, Aiven knew clearly that after adjusting the course, his side's three warships and the opponent's "ballista" muzzle were positioned on an absolute straight line.

In terms of the penetration power of the long halberd, this was practically willingly offering one's neck to the opponent's noose.

Aiven wasn't in a hurry to die; the purpose of this maneuver was simply to buy time... and then create an opportunity for the "Storm Horn" to escape.

Exactly.

Aiven was already prepared to sacrifice the "Big Thumb" and his first battleship as captain, the "Conch." After all, all sailors were currently working on the "Storm Horn" battleship. Although the loss of two battleships was substantial, it was not unacceptable to Aiven.

Whoosh—

At this moment, a vast expanse of white fog had been released by Milan, but the intense sense of crisis showed no signs of dissipating.

It felt as if an Alchemy Firearm was aimed at the back of his head, and waves of palpable, icy threats of death continuously poured into Aiven's brain.

"Quick, cut the tow lines!"

The three battleships had just aligned in the same trajectory; the fog was getting denser, and Aiven immediately ordered the abandonment of the two rear battleships.

"Full left rudder!!!"

"Yes, full left rudder!"

With the strong psychological endurance and unwavering dedication of the helmsman and sailor, the "Storm Horn," at peak speed, slowly turned with coordinated efforts.

"On the 'Guard Commander'."

"Hmm, is it foggy? No matter, the predetermined position remains unchanged, fire!"

Bang—

The spring released, and a thunderous roar echoed across the sea again. Even though it would take at least ten seconds for the projectile to fly, Aiven seemed to hear the explosion in his mind.

After all, the warship depended entirely on wind power, and its massive size made quick turns impossible. Whether they could deviate enough in this short period to avoid the doom of shipwreck and death was uncertain even in Aiven's heart.

"Evade! Everyone to the port side! Hold on to the bulwark!"

The crew scrambled to and fro to the port side and quickly secured themselves.

Boom!!!

Two huge explosions boomed not far behind, with thermal waves fiercely pushing the "Storm Horn" forward. The roaring hot wind was almost scorching, but fortunately, the tall stern of the battleship blocked most of it.

Crackle—

This was followed by violent shuddering of the hull, so intense that ordinary soldiers could barely distinguish between the explosion and the tremor. Several sailors who failed to hold on almost got flung overboard.

Countless shattered wooden debris fell onto the deck and onto the crew, who ignored their pain as they looked up. The passing long halberd had torn away a third of the stern's poop deck and the bare mizzenmast due to the fierce air current.

Yet their eyes only showed relief.

"We survived!!!"

"Goddess bless us!"

"Long live the Captain!"

Standing on the deck, which had suddenly become much brighter, Aiven, without feeling heartache for his new command ship, ordered again, "Do not let your guard down; jettison all unnecessary supplies, lighten the load, and steer clear of this sea area!"

"Yes, Sir!"

Plop... plop...

Excess reserves of food, water, furniture, and every cannon left only ten shells, with everything else being thrown into the sea by the crew.

With the assistance of the "Ship's Figurehead: Monsoon Goddess," the fully unfurled sails of the "Storm Horn" headed rapidly northward, fleeing in disarray from the direction of the Great Treasure Fleet...

Soon, as the one-minute activation time of the "Ocean Treasure: Misty Silver Lamp" elapsed, the fog, now full-powered, stretched over tens of kilometers, completely severing the opponent's line of sight.

Regarding this scene, on the "Guard Commander," aside from Wizard Anduin himself, no one else had the slightest awareness. Besides, would a wizard who revealed his abilities to earn admiration from the Navy willingly expose his weaknesses?

At the moment when the massive fireball rose into the sky, no one doubted that a ship capable of "anticipating the enemy" could survive such an attack. From generals to soldiers, they all looked at Anduin in awe.

"Interesting..." The wizard withdrew his magic, giving a nonchalant smile, and paid no further attention.

The patrolling sea ships along the way had been "swept" away, and the Great Treasure Fleet set sail again, heading majestically towards the Hilus Mainland.

Soon, the racket caused by human activities gradually faded away, and the sea area returned to its unchanged state, as it had been for millions of years.

Bam—

Yet at this moment, a large shark over five meters long burst from the sea surface. Its eyes, marked with a black pentagram, seemed to lack focus as it blankly observed for a while. Then, its body swayed awkwardly as it continued to follow the direction in which the "Storm Horn" had disappeared...

The future of a newly reborn and free soul? Perhaps only the God would know.

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