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On the sea surface of Karus Town, a rolling black tide came from the horizon.

Count Simon clearly saw the deep-sea murlocs in the distance and breathed a sigh of relief: "Spiked murlocs, it seems I'm lucky."

"Father, the goddess of life must be protecting Beiyicheng."

"My son, pass the order and prepare to fight." Count Simon drew out his knight's sword and ordered loudly.

"Yes, father." Galliuc bowed and saluted, and then went on a final inspection to urge the soldiers to guard the city wall.

Weilin stood with his sword in his hand, his face calm. This group of deep-sea fishmen looked scary, and they were indeed scary.

"My Lord, there are about 80,000 spiked fish-men in this group. There are only two gold-level spiked fish-men and about two hundred silver-level spiked fish-men."

"Then there's no need for us to take action." Weilin nodded in response.

Half an hour later, a large number of spiked fishmen landed along the port and charged towards the town of Karus on the hill.

Densely dense numbers of spiked murlocs filled the port with weapons in their hands.

On the city wall, hundreds of archers, under the orders of Count Simon, kept pouring arrows at the spiked fishmen.

"Come forward."

Hundreds of gun-wielding warriors took over the positions of the archers, standing on the city wall, staring at the spiked fish-men climbing up the cliff, holding their breath.

"hoarse--"

A scream echoed across the battlefield, and two sea beasts were driven ashore by the spiked fishmen.

The body is eight meters long, covered with black spikes, and eight thick legs support the thick body.

A priest-like spiked murloc chopped off the tail of the sea beast.

Driven by the pain, the two sea beasts ran towards the city wall like crazy.

Without exception, all the spiky fishmen that stood in the way of the charge were torn to pieces by the spikes on the sea monsters' heads.

Under the impact of the sea beast, the city wall shook.

Count Simon ordered someone to fetch a spear and throw it at the sea beast under the cliff.

With a mournful cry, the sea beast used by the spiked fishmen as a siege weapon fell under the cliff.

"Woo——"

The howl sounded, and the melodious sound echoed on the battlefield.

The cowardly spiked fishman's eyes turned red, he let out a unique cheer, and charged desperately.

The corpses of thousands of spiked fishmen formed a passage leading to a sixteen-meter-high cliff.

Fighting in close combat, spiky fishmen kept falling under the swords of human soldiers.

Flesh and blood flying everywhere, corpses broken into pieces, and the sound of horns echoing on the battlefield made the spiked fishmen lose their minds and continue to charge.

Dozens of spiked fishmen who climbed onto the city wall looked at Weilin's figure and rushed over.

"Creatures of low intelligence."

Weilin said expressionlessly, his pupils changed, one black and one white, looking at the spiked fishman who was getting closer.

The leading spiked fishman warrior felt his body getting lighter and lighter. When he looked down, he found that his body was disintegrating and turning into dust.

"Uruwu..."

The weapon fell to the ground, and there was no trace of the spiked murloc, leaving only a dozen black ash clouds on the spot.

After a while, a group of soldiers rushed over from elsewhere.

"Sir," the officer stepped forward and saluted.

"Go and support Count Simon, just leave this place to me."

"Yes."

The officers were not shy and took their men to other city wall stages for support.

"My Lord, you are becoming more and more skilled in [Reincarnation of Life and Death]." Kyle stepped forward and said.

"It's still a little bit worse. I can only accelerate their death. I can't plunder the power of life. I can only fully utilize my soul skills after becoming a soul knight." Weilin manipulated the vines and instantly pierced hundreds of people who climbed the city wall. The spiked fishman said to Kyle very comfortably.

"I don't know much about soul skills, so you can only develop them yourself."

Each soul skill is a unique existence that cannot be copied and belongs only to one person's ability. This is why soul skills are called gifts of the world.

Weilin single-handedly guarded this 300-meter-long cliff wall.

Kyle leaned against the wall, admiring his master's killing spree.

The battle continued into the second half of the night. The violent effects of the spiked fishmen faded and they gradually retreated into the sea, letting the soldiers guarding Karus Town breathe a sigh of relief.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, even covering up the fishy smell of the sea brought by the spiked fishmen.

For the next three days, there was silence on the sea, but the defending army did not dare to relax at all. Earl Simon, wearing a battle armor, and his eldest son Gallouk, patrolled the city wall every three hours.

Under the sea, the two gold-level spiked fishmen responsible for this section of the coastline enjoy the service of their tribesmen and have no interest in attacking the towns on land.

A six-meter-long spiked fishman turned over, pointed at the eighth fish scale on his back, and asked the three-tailed fishman servant to massage it vigorously, and then said to his companion beside him: "Uruk, wait for another half." Months later, by sending an army of old, weak, sick and disabled people to attack the city of land creatures, we can get some breathing time."

"Priest Uli Uli gave us two instructions to bring back a group of 30,000 devout believers. Now there are still 70,000, and there is a long way to go." Another gold-level spiked fishman grabbed a fat sea fish. , put it in your mouth and chew it carefully.

"Holy war is the will of our God. We cannot violate it. We can only act in accordance with the oracles of the pope and the high priest."

"Ubuqi, I heard that you are marrying your thirty-third wife. You change wives very quickly." Uruk, the spiked fishman, changed the subject and said.

Hearing this, Ubuqi couldn't help but tremble: "I can only blame my wives who found other spiked fishmen for peace. They are so delicious. I bet I can enjoy another big meal after I go back. Thinking about it makes me excited."

"Compared to you, I am simply too kind." A ferocious smile appeared on Uruk's face, making the spiked fishman servants tremble in fear.

"Be kind, in just one hundred years, you can eat sixty-eight of your own offspring. In comparison, I am the kind-hearted spiked fish-man." Ubuqi, the spiked fish-man, said without mercy. He also doesn’t care about the face of his colleagues.

"Ulu Ulu, this is a tradition that has been passed down by our tribe for tens of thousands of years. The offspring of failure are useless existences. If you don't enjoy it, why should you keep the offspring?" Uruk said indifferently. , this behavior is quite normal.

Upon hearing this, Ubuqi turned over and asked the servant to change places for massage.

Each tribe of the Spiny Fishmen has its own traditions. Even the tribe to which the Pope belongs has the tradition of killing their fathers.

Over the next one hundred and forty days, the Spiked Murlocs launched several offensives, but under the command of Count Simon, they successfully defended six towns in the Beiyi territory.

In early February of the Glorious Calendar 9745, the fish disaster that lasted for five months gradually subsided.

In mid-February, Earl Simon used his personal wealth to hold a grand banquet to celebrate the victory of this defense battle.

In the evening, the drunken Weilin returned to the manor to rest with the support of Kyle.

The next morning, looking at the form in his hand, Weilin was very satisfied with Hui Heming's performance.

The total value of the extraordinary resources collected during this fish disaster exceeds one million gold coins.