I will be crowned king

The choking smoke rolled over the sea, covering all three warships; the "Green Dragon" sandwiched in the center was like an ancient ferocious beast coming out of the depths of the sea. It was raised proudly and was wounded by the knight wearing the crown. His head plowed through the waves in the boiling fog, scorning all living beings.

In this sea, it has no opponent; even a warship of the same level as it, at the moment when the terrifying one hundred and twenty heavy cannons spit out "dragon flames", there is no other possibility except being crushed instantly. .

Therefore, when the burning Disciple and the Crown with a forward main gun tore through the thick fog and raised their guns to fight, not only Ed Levent, but the entire Green Dragon was confused.

Shouldn't any rational captain's first reaction when facing such a powerful enemy be to keep a distance and continue to deal with it - just like they did at the beginning?

What was it that inspired these damn Clovis people to pounce like sharks on the scent of blood?

Ed Levant suspected that the information was leaked, letting the enemy know the fact that there was not much ammunition on the ship; but this did not make sense... If they had known, they would have opened fire at the first docking, and would not have waited until Now.

What exactly is this for?

Ed Levant was confused.

But William Cecil was not confused, he was very sober now, and even felt that he was a little too sober; even when he was determined to ram the enemy ship, he still felt fear.

But fear could not stop him from looking back, let alone stand behind the 68-pound main gun and personally serve as the gunner of the school gun.

"fire--!"

The flames bloomed in the dark barrel, and the burned shells rushed out of the barrel. The temperature that distorted the sight stirred up a straight spiral in the thick fog, just like a knight thrusting a lance at a giant dragon.

The thick fog is the body, and the cold light is dazzling.

The violent recoil shook the hull of the Crown. The young captain, who was pinned down on the deck by the first mate, still held his head high and stared intently at the little light rushing towards the dragon.

“Boom——!!!”

The giant dragon crossing the sea let out a terrifying wail.

The sixty-eight-pound solid bullet smashed open the shell from the side and advanced straight forward, destroying everything in its "tip" until it penetrated the entire hull and exploded into a column of water tens of meters high on the sea.

When it realized that it was being flanked by two ships at the same time, the Green Dragon indeed responded, turning its course in an attempt to bring both ships within the range of the starboard cannon, and forced it to stop with a salvo. opposite.

But the huge hull became a burden on it at this moment. It was not enough to complete the special task before the Crown launched its attack. It could not even prepare for the next round of salvo immediately... The Green Dragon, which was not ready for battle at all, There were not enough artillery shells prepared at each gun position.

As a result, the unfinished turn not only failed to successfully threaten the approaching Crown, but even exposed the more vulnerable part of the bow to the muzzle of the 68-pounder gun, which was penetrated by a single blow.

With a huge burning hole, the deck of the Green Dragon suddenly became chaotic. Ed Levent, who realized that he was almost smashed to pieces by a naval gun, no longer dared to stay in the cabin.

But just when he thought he could escape, the rampaging Crown had torn through the thick fog and hit the Green Dragon head-on with an unstoppable momentum.

If I had known this would happen, I would never have agreed to that bastard Bernard!

This was the only thought Ed Levent had at the last moment when his mind was blank - and what he didn't know was that at this moment, he was not the only one who had the same opinion.

“Boom——!!!”

On the sponge shrouded in thick gunpowder smoke, three battleships collided heavily.

The Green Dragon, which was trying to turn to escape, was forced to a stop under the attack of the Crown and the Believer. The outer hull on the right side of the ship was smashed by the metal corner of the Believer, and the turbulent seawater kept pouring in. ; The bow part of the ship was completely deformed by the collision of the Crown, like a broken wall with no shape and still burning.

There were wailing sounds on the deck and in the cabin, plasma was burning in the flames, fires ignited by explosions were everywhere, and panicked shouts came one after another.

Karin Jacques was lying on the steering wheel of the Believer, twisted out of shape, as if all the bones in his body had just been dismantled and reassembled; he had a splitting headache, and the whole world was spinning in front of his eyes. There were traces of his vomiting all over his feet.

The moment the battleship hit the Green Dragon, he was almost thrown out like the other unlucky ones; thanks to remembering at the last moment that he was a conjurer and that he was covered in magic items.

As for those unlucky ones, some became a puddle of flesh and blood on the hull of the Green Dragon, some disappeared on the sea, some were penetrated by the broken mast, and more than one of them was penetrated. …

The surrounding decks were also in chaos... All the sailors and crew members who were still alive followed the captain who poured rum on his head, leaving behind all the immigrants who were "passengers" like him. , running around in panic on the deck, or trying to jump into the sea to save themselves, or kneeling down to pray, or dragging the injured body and crying for help, and then being trampled by the people around...

And in the midst of the chaos, the dizzy black-robed priest struggled to get up, and in a daze he saw a figure standing in the middle of the deck, holding a white drawing board and drawing something excitedly.

Wait, sketchpad? !

Suddenly, Karin Jacques was so excited that he suddenly woke up. He almost rolled and crawled towards the figure. Without any explanation, he grabbed his collar and forcibly dragged his smiling brother behind a wooden barrel near the stairs.

"Are you crazy? Are you willing to kill yourself?!"

The black-robed priest pressed David's shoulders tightly and roared hysterically: "Didn't I tell you to hide down there and don't come out? Do you know how dangerous this is - just one cannonball and your head will be gone!" "

"I know!"

The young David Jacques looked at the drawing board he had dropped on the ground with regret, and then showed a sunny smile to the black-robed priest:

"But this opportunity is really rare. The battle between Clovis and the Imperial Navy should be the second subject I want to paint. I have always dreamed that one day I will have such an opportunity. Now I dream How could I miss it if it comes true?!”

"Besides, it's very dangerous even down there. The immigrant cabin is in a mess, and there are robbers everywhere who want to take advantage of the chaos; so I think instead of dying inexplicably like this, it's better to fulfill my dream before I die. ."

"you……"

Just as the black-robed priest was about to say something, harsh gunfire exploded around the two of them.

After experiencing the initial chaos and confusion, the Imperial sailors on the Green Dragon finally began to fight back, rushing out of the punctured hull and fighting with the crew of the Believer.

The battle at sea was far more chaotic and disorderly than on land... The sound of gunshots and the collision of daggers and battle axes sounded like firecrackers, splashing dark red water on the blue water.

Without hesitation, the two squatted down decisively, hugged their calves with their hands and curled up; the small wooden barrel could perfectly shield two adults from wind and rain at the same time.

"Let me ask this!"

Amidst the hail of bullets, Karin Jacques suddenly turned his head to look at David, staring at his pure and innocent face: "This idea was not something you came up with yourself, but was a suggestion given by some bastard."

"Some bastard named Draco Vertes', right?!"

"How do you know?" David asked in great surprise.

How do I know... The black-robed priest rolled his eyes, and a lead bullet passed right in front of his eyelids: "How long do you think I have known him? How can I not know what style this bastard will be?!"

"It's really like this!"

David's eyes lit up: "Mr. Draco also said the exact same thing. He told me that one of the reasons for doing this is that you can definitely protect both of us, so don't worry about anything and just realize my dream with peace of mind!"

Karin Jacques: "..."

Although it was not the first time, the urge in his heart to strangle a certain novelist was getting stronger and stronger. It was so strong that if the last bit of reason hadn't kept warning that there would be serious consequences, he would have even killed him directly. Rush down and cut him into pieces.

The sound of fighting continued, and the chaos intensified on the messy deck of the Believer. Many Imperial sailors had even rushed to the deck of the Believer.

But what is strange is that after these sailors rushed to the deck, they did not continue to fight with the sailors of the Believer. Instead, they panicked and fought for the few small boats with the fleeing immigrants on the ship; in order to fight for the hope of survival, The unarmed immigrants even plucked up the courage to fight with these enemies.

The black-robed priest and his painter brother who were hiding behind the barrel even saw a guy throw away his weapon and coat and jump into the water along the cable.

Are they... escaping?

The two people looked at each other with doubts in their hearts.

……………

"They're running away!"

William Cecil shouted, waving King Clovis's flag and rushing to the front. The short-barreled shotgun in his hand sprayed dazzling gold and red directly ahead, crushing one enemy after another who tried to block him.

He was so excited now.

I thought it was a near-death battle, but it turned out to be incredibly smooth; the Green Dragon, whose bow was only smashed, was in a mess, and couldn't even organize a decent resistance. It was completely unlike this legendary battleship. How it should look.

Although he didn't know the specific reason, he didn't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity no matter what...defeating one of the Empire's most powerful battleships with his own hands, and capturing it alive - even for a navy with a "background" like his, it was a once-in-a-lifetime honor!

Even further...if His Majesty Carlos II is willing to show mercy, he might be able to become the first Clovis captain of this battleship.

Of course, then it wouldn't be able to use its original name and would have to be called... Indomitable!

Rear Admiral William Cecil, captain of the battleship Indomitable.

He liked this title so much that in William's ears, the gunshots and shouts of death around him seemed to have turned into the applause of cheers and blessings at his own promotion ceremony.

So he responded with the highest level of courtesy - the muzzle of a shotgun.

"boom!"

The muzzle of the gun, which was almost as thick as his wrist, roared and smashed half of the body of the Imperial sailor who rushed towards him with his sword.

On the deck where blood was flowing, more Clovis sailors had already boarded the Green Dragon. They rushed into the chaotic battlefield despite the enemy's random gunfire, entangled and killed each other.

In comparison, the panicked Imperial sailors had no will to fight. Although they could still resist with their excellent fighting qualities, with no morale at all, even if they were still fighting, they were just fighting to save their lives.

The Clovis sailors who quickly discovered this began to bypass some guys who were intent on running away, and headed straight towards the entrance to the lower deck and the captain's cabin. Some of the more experienced ones focused on the arsenal. superior.

Less than a quarter of an hour after the boarding battle began, the Green Dragon's upper deck almost fell, and a steady stream of Clovis sailors began to rush to the lower deck - as the largest battleship today, it has four cabins.

According to William Cecil, it was only a matter of time.

The only thing that confused him was why these imperial sailors were so desperate to escape.

But what he didn't know was that the answer was definitely not what he wanted to know.

………………

"you sure?"

The black-robed priest holding the rope looked at the imperial man who was tied into a rice dumpling with a horrified look on his face, and subconsciously said.

"I'm sure... Of course I'm sure - I am the logistics director of the Green Dragon, and no one knows better than me what exactly is in those cabins!"

The imperial sailor looked broken and said hysterically as if he was about to cry: "So can you let me go now? I don't want to die here!"

"No - well, at least not yet." Karin Jacques shook his head, as if he was too shocked and his brain circuit was temporarily blocked in some way:

"I repeat, are you sure those cabins are filled with..."

"Coal!" Before he could finish speaking, the crying Imperial people immediately answered: "It's all coal, box after box... piled up into mountains of coal!"

"And when you used the ram to collide, you happened to smash through one of the cabins...Originally, it was supposed to be filled with iron ore, but because our goal on this trip was the Three Kingdoms of the North Sea, it ended up being replaced by your Clovis Man’s favorite coal.”

"But what does this have to do with your escape?"

"What does it matter? It's so relevant! Originally, these coals were packed in wooden boxes covered with fireproof materials. Now a lot of ore has been scattered out - a blasting bomb on your battleship blew up the upper deck. Staircase, the unfinished fire followed the remains of the stairway and went directly into the cabin!"

The struggling Imperial man cried loudly: "So stop asking and run with me. If you don't run, we will all be trapped in the Green Dragon with a ship full of coal..."

"Blast to the sky!"