Tomb Survival: Evolve from Skeleton

If Hesmu Military Castle is the jewel in the crown of the Fritz Kingdom on land, then the shipping port is the most brilliant jewel on the south coast of [Abyss Strait].

[Abyss Strait] The small countries on the south coast of the Papal State are famous for their maritime trade. The shipping port is their strongest backing. It is called "the port that will never fall" by the merchants on the south coast of [Abyss Strait].

When many commercial seaports were threatened by the siege of demihumans, the people in the shipping port were proud of their own city walls.

However, tonight, the people in the shipping port suddenly realized that their never-fallen harbor was not as indestructible as they thought.

The sky and the earth were dark, and the three dragons flapped their wings. The soldiers on the inner and outer city walls were slammed against the stone walls by the strong wind, and it was difficult to continue to control the giant iron crossbow.

Trembling, they couldn't help rolling and crawling on the city wall, watching the huge shadow approaching, the wild, ancient, crazy hellish creation crashing headlong on the city wall tower.

Billowing smoke and dust billowed up, and amidst the rumbling noise, the tower protruding about five meters from the city wall collapsed, and large chunks of rock fell down. The soldiers in the tower had no time to fight or cry, and were drowned in the smoke and dust. In the middle, it turned into blood mud.

The dragon's wings flapped, and the dragon's shadow soared into the sky from the smoke and dust. The airflow brought by the iron wings was as sharp as the neighing of a dragon, and spread far and wide.

The people in Eagle's Mouth Castle trembled, waking up from sleep, they thought they saw hell——

The dragon-wing warship passed over their heads, and the dragon-head-shaped nozzle on the bow of the bow clicked and lowered with a series of gear rotation sounds. The dragon's mouth opened, and hot and bright yellow flames sprayed out.

Like a dragon breathing out, brimstone and fire flood the world.

The fire left a long and wide gilded passage on the ground, and the houses in the passage burned, and the fleeing soldiers and the crowd were roasted by the fire.

After forcing back the first wave of soldiers who wanted to go to the port for support, the dragon wing warship hovered in mid-air, and its huge hull brutally smashed several observation towers.

The battleship adjusted its direction and rammed towards the second tower, continuing the scene just now.

Eagle's Mouth Castle is known as the "unsinkable port", and their confidence comes from their castle itself.

A total of 200 towers, more than 70 turrets and countless blockhouses stand on the inner and outer walls.There are several blockhouses distributed between each tower, and the distance between the towers is less than [-] meters. They correspond to each other's high and low intertwined fire support systems.

Such a fire support system embraces the pocket-shaped harbor in a half-moon posture, and all enemy ships that break into this pocket will be mercilessly strangled.

Unless the attacking party can destroy this net as quickly as possible.

In front of the dragon wing battleship, the fire net that this [Abyss Strait] south bank is proud of is as fragile as paper.As the battleships collided again and again, the towers on the city wall fell one by one, the [Holy Light Temple] warship in the harbor lost the cover from behind, and the [Fangorn Forest] warship regrouped.

The artillery fire streaked across the black sea, dragging out a long red tail.

The [Abyss Strait] merchant ship on the south coast, which was used as a front shield by the First Legion of the Temple of Holy Light, has become a pile of broken planks on the sea surface. The broken masts fluctuate with the waves, and the sails are burning, printing a hazy sea.

The floating corpses were soaked in the icy seawater with the seriously injured sailors, and the cries for help were drowned in the sound of gunfire and arrow rain.

The warship of [Holy Light Temple] and the warship of [Fangorn Forest] sub-human alliance finally collided head-on.

The two sides threw iron hooks at each other, and the warships turned sideways on the sea and stuck together side by side.

The demi-human army of the demi-human alliance bit their daggers, stepped on the wooden boards, and jumped onto their warship before the 【Holy Light Temple】.Soldiers in white uniforms of the Holy Empire soon engaged in a fight with the demihumans.

"Hi! Baby! You can go to the Yaren Winery with this outfit!"

The demihumans laughed loudly, brandishing slightly curved knives.

Blood and swords, iron crossbows and cannon fire.

At this moment, the world is the real hell.

Gregory is the first group of elves in the elves to follow the new queen Yi Yali.

She is an old elven wizard obsessed with magic.

Gregory flew up from the ruins under the control of the dragon wing warship. Her face was pale and her forehead was covered with cold sweat.

After leaving the Demon Realm, the power of the dragon-wing battleship itself has been restrained a lot. The flame attack just like the breath of a dragon is actually a new adjustment made by the military designers of the elves to the dragon-wing battleship——

Those guys placed the Elven Ancient Sacred Flame on the bow of the dragonwing warship.Driving a battleship, even if there is a contract, is also a great test for the leader.

With his head throbbing in pain, Gregory commanded the dragon wing warship to turn around in mid-air.

At this moment, the Dragon Wing battleship controlled by Halls swept over from the side, and slammed into the Dragon Wing Battleship almost fiercely.

The Dragon Wing Battleship flew backwards, and Gregory almost hit the mast.

In Gregory's consciousness, the dragon wing warship scolded Hals as a bastard angrily.

Gregory pushed the deck and stood up again. She took two steps forward and stood firmly on the deck again: "He is saving me."

She stared coldly ahead.

The flames were burning in Eagle's Mouth Castle. The fire was not enough to illuminate the entire castle, but it was enough to outline the spiers of the towers and bunkers.

Against the backdrop of the fire, a thin figure quietly stayed at the place where the Dragon Wing Battleship was suspended just now.

"Is it a real god?"

she whispered.

Gregory knew the truth about the death of Fritz's "Iron Wall" Lansman, the battle in which the true god forcibly intervened.

The figure appearing in mid-air in the dark night is obviously not a human being. Gregory felt an invisible but uncontrollable power from him—or should he be called "He" .

She had a vague premonition in her heart that if Hols hadn't knocked her away just now, she and the Dragon Wing Warship might have been seriously injured by now.

Gregory took a few steps forward, wanting to see the figure more clearly.But soon, she didn't have to move forward, because the figure itself became extremely dazzling.

Three pairs of snow-white wings spread out behind that figure, and bright fire began to sweep around him, and the originally pitch-black sky was illuminated with snow-white.

The entire shipping port became like daylight, and all forts, all houses, and all towers were clearly illuminated.

The dragon swims out of the demon realm, and the sun rises in the dark night.

In the castle, the crowd who were busy running away gradually stopped.

A messenger in a white robe walked to the square of the castle through the burning flames. He led the crowd to kneel down and chant in unison.

His voice spread far away, with ancient power in it, and the solemn and sacred prayers suppressed the battle sounds in the harbor outside.

This raid battle did not officially kick off until now.