Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

The violent sound of shelling brought Hermione back from her meditation. She looked at the approximate time and saw that the other side should also be clocking in to work.

The attack came after nine o'clock in the morning. Everyone was already ready to defend. Moreover, the sound of the artillery was very messy and the accuracy was somewhat poor.

After sorting herself out, Hermione went to the roof of the building above and looked at the sea to the west. The old steam battleship was parked at a fixed distance on the sea.

Dots of fire flashed past like lightning sparks, and most of the roaring shells fell into the sea in front of the shore.

A few small ones were thrown into the urban area on the shore, and only exploded with some sparks.

After several rounds of bombings, Hermione saw more and more sailing ships gathering there, and more and more small cannonballs were being thrown towards them.

The exploding sparks ignited a burst of green smoke, which accumulated more and more on the shore, and a few even fell into the city. Those gases are highly corrosive.

'Gas bombs? Sure enough, you can do anything! '

The fierce storm blew from the city to the fleet of steam battleships at sea, taking them all away with the diffuse poisonous smoke.

Large swaths of flames ignited and the poisonous smoke was dispersed by the storm. After testing that the poison gas bombs were useless, the opponent stopped attacking with small artillery shells.

The sailboat always remained within a certain range, and the artillery on the island did not launch an attack. After watching for a while, Hermione returned below.

This should be the daily routine here, testing each other, and when logistics doesn't allow it, it should be time for a decisive battle.

There were very few people down there, most of them were doing their own things. Hermione, the handyman, sat directly on a chair in the yard to avoid any misunderstandings.

After spending the first half of the day peacefully, she got up and planned to talk to Bruno Bastian and Cordis about going to the extinct volcano on the island behind.

It's better to collect things first, and maybe some other materials, such as the disappeared tree people, which may still exist in these dense forests.

Unlike the Northern Continent, which has been controlled by church organizations, the primitive worship in the Southern Continent is often able to preserve many ancient things.

Hermione had previously seen alien evil creatures still surviving deep in the West Byronvia Mountains. Their bodies were covered with thorns, and their body shape was the same as the adult aliens she had seen before.

The indigenous people living there worshiped him like a god, and offered sacrifices to him with the blood and flesh brought by victory in the war.

It's a pity that the other party is not easy to mess with, otherwise I probably wouldn't have a friendly exchange with him at that time.

So smart! His name was Wei Ya, which directly occupied the beliefs of the indigenous people there.

This time when I return to the Kingdom of Gold, I may pass by there, and then I can go and see if He is still there more than a thousand years later. I hope I won’t be hunted down by the church.

The soldiers in front of the church lined up and headed directly to the port area. Hermione, who walked through the gate, looked at them and saw that they were quite orderly.

Although there are several types of clothing inside, and the heights are different, at least the steps are relatively neat.

Fortunately, it was not the ancient way of lining up to charge and kill each other, otherwise these motley troops would not be enough to fight. With guns and artillery, even a thin child can kill a strong Fusac man with a gun.

Sitting in the command post, Bruno put on a neat indigo military uniform and looked very energetic.

He quickly passed through a few military orders in his hand, signed a few warrants to the messenger, and looked at Hermione who had arrived.

"Sir, is something wrong? The other party may be planning to attack us. According to reliable information, the other party is already gathering a slave army."

"Slave army?"

Hermione asked what year this evening is, what year is this?

Bruno explained to her that because the Southern Continent is currently in a state of war, many outsiders and indigenous people will be captured and lose their freedom for various reasons.

Of course, many people were captured and forced to become slaves. Who cares whether it is true or false? Is your freedom proven to be true?

In order to regain their freedom or avoid dying in the dark mining plantations, some people choose to become mercenaries, the kind of cannon fodder who rushes to the front.

Over time, everyone also gave this kind of army a more appropriate name 'slave army'?

When they fight, they are disorganized and the pressure is not too great, unless there is a supervising team behind them.

Bruno was worried that this group of people would rush ashore desperately in this special environment at sea, which would put great pressure on the already stretched troops.

"These people have been marked by special means. Even if we promise to give them freedom, we will violate their original contract."

"Let me take a look. If it is really a slave army, I will assist you. I am not sure whether it can be solved."

"That would be great. With your help, I believe there will be a lot less trouble. What do you want?"

"I plan to go to the mountains behind when I see that you are fine. In this case, I will go later."

"Thank you for your help, we will keep it in mind."

After Hermione walked out of the command room, the artillery fire there really became fierce, and the originally stagnant fleet began to separate and move out of the small boats behind it and began to move towards the island.

When she reached the top of the tower, she watched the scattered flagships begin to fire test fire to correct the trajectory. The carafe below had already sailed half the distance.

Cannon barrels of different lengths and sizes were drilled out of the depressions in the gray-black mountain ground, and they began to fight back.

Several special sounds were so dense that they directly tore up several sailboats that came ahead, leaving only the wreckage of the originally crowded ships on the sea.

The huge steam battleship that had obtained the specific firepower point also began to cover it with intensive firepower. The projectiles that were thrown over it fell densely on the mountains, and the blasted soil directly buried the muzzles of some depressions.

The sound of the returning artillery fire was not lost at all, and places on the hull were hit and exploded by cannonballs from time to time.

The sailor next to the main ship's gun was directly blown away and torn to pieces, and the gun barrel next to it was covered with blood and flesh. The maintenance personnel behind it quickly made up for it, and the originally damaged side sight auxiliary mirror was quickly replaced with a new one.

The black muzzle emitted fire again, and the caravels in front had arrived near the coast, only a few of them were still intact.

The people in ragged clothes, holding guns and uniform hats above should be the slave army that Bruno mentioned.

There were two officers inside who were neatly dressed in military uniforms and were supervising the battle. They kept yelling and cursing at the slave soldiers squatting inside.

Several cannonballs roared in and exploded there, leaving a big hole. The scolded slave soldiers dragged their stumps and screamed. The original officer has disappeared.

Scenes like this are taking place along the entire coastline. The trenches along the coast have been covered by naval gunfire, and the mountains have become the main targets for shelling.

The black smoke from the explosion quickly covered the place, and the light of fire inside proved that the position was still there.

If there is only that one firepower point, it is probably not enough to block the sea of ​​this port.

Looking at the approaching fleet, Hermione felt that there were at least three supporting artillery points here, just like several corners of the bastion could support each other.

The ruins covering the opposite side were opened, and the artillery prepared inside began to fire back. Soldiers ran out of the surrounding area and began to organize their camouflage.