He opened his mouth and could hardly breathe.
Veritis was already so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, his crotch was wet and fishy.
"Welcome... Face it..."
Salado used all his strength to squeeze these two words out of his teeth, his voice hoarse and dry.
However, his command was weak in this dead water of fear, chaos, and fire.
The Valyrian was once again slammed hard by a friendly ship that was out of control in the rear, and the hull let out an overwhelmed groan.
Even more chaos came from the rear, and the twenty-five burning fireships finally completely crashed into the middle and rear section of the fleet, which had already been in a mess.
The flames, fueled by the wind and grease, spread wildly as if they had life.
One warship after another was ignited, the sails turned into huge torches, and the masts collapsed with a loud cracking sound in the fire.
Thick smoke billowed, covering the sky and the sun.
The narrow waterway completely turns into a boiling oil pan.
The pirates, licked by the tongue of fire, screamed and jumped into the sea, and were swept away by the cold and turbulent current.
In order to avoid the flames and collisions, the ships pushed and collided with each other even more frantically, even at the expense of crashing friendly ships in their way into deadly reefs.
"Connect the side, forcibly connect the side, rush over!"
Sarado's eyes were red, like a gambler who had lost everything, brandishing his sword and roaring exhaustedly.
This was the only last fight he could think of.
However, what answered him was not the sound of his own paddlers struggling to stroke, but the sharp and mournful sound of breaking through the air.
Whoa——!
Countless crossbow arrows as thick as arms, huge barbs with barbs, and heavy stone bullets the size of grinding discs, from the direction of the wall of death in front of them, tore through the thick smoke and smashed into the chaotic group of warships that Salado was crowded at the front.
Bang! Click!
The side of a medium battleship was hit directly by a boulder, and the thick oak planks shattered like papier-mâché, revealing huge holes and the sea water poured wildly.
Pfft! Ah——!
A huge crossbow arrow with terrifying kinetic energy instantly pierced through the three pirates huddled on the side of the ship, strung them together like candied haws, nailed to the deck, and splattered blood and internal organs.
Bang!
Another stone bullet hit a ship not far in front of the Valyrian, and the main mast broke with a bang, smashing the sailors on the deck who could not avoid it into meat.
Liu Qian had no intention of connecting the side at all.
He stood coldly on the stern of his ship, his eyes piercing through the smoke and chaos that permeated the battlefield.
He ordered the crew, the order was clear and concise: "All heavy crossbows and trebuchets, attack the dense areas of the enemy ships in front!" "
The distance of hundreds of yards became an insurmountable moat for Salado's fleet.
Liu Qian's fleet carried out orders calmly and precisely, with huge crossbow arrows roaring and tearing through the air, heavy stone bullets drawing an arc of death, mercilessly harvesting lives and destroying the hull.
Salado's fleet crowded at the front was powerless to fight back.
Ships are burning, crumbling, sinking.
The Valyrian shook and tilted violently like a dead leaf in a storm under the series of impacts of the ships behind it.
Each impact was accompanied by a groan and breaking sound from the hull wood.
"My lord, the stern keel seems to be cracked..."
An officer covered in blood rushed up the stern in a crying voice.
Salado's face was pale, his lips trembled, and he could no longer maintain the slightest composure.
His last crazy thought was only one word left - escape!
"Go ashore, hurry up, row a dinghy ashore!" He roared, and his voice changed completely.
In fact, there was no need for his orders at all.
The sailors, who had long been swallowed up by fear, jumped from the sinking or burning ship into the cold and biting waters like dumplings, desperately swimming towards the slippery, steep, mossy reef flats on both sides.
The instinct to survive overwhelms everything.
Salado was dragged into a small boat that could only accommodate a few people by several loyal guards.
The paddlers paddle like crazy, and the dinghy struggles through floating wood, burning oil, and struggling bodies.
The cold sea water kept splashing on my face, with a strong smell of blood and burnt.
Salado looked back and saw that his once invincible fleet had now turned into a huge graveyard floating in the sea of inferno fire.
Smoke obscures the sun, flames churn, ships capsize and break, and wails, explosions, and burning crackles intertwine into a doomsday movement.
His heart was like being grasped and torn by a cold hand, dripping with blood.
That was the accumulation of half his life, the foundation of his dominance of the Shijie Islands, and it was burned at this moment.
The dinghy finally rushed up to a relatively gentle but still gravel-covered tidal flat under the gorge wall.
Salado jumped off the boat in embarrassment, and the cold muddy water instantly filled his silver-studded boots.
He staggered to his feet, looking at the scene in front of him, and the great pain and anger almost made him faint.
However, at this desperate respite, the mutation regenerates.
In the depths of the shadows of the towering black reefs on both sides, a terrible and inhuman howl sounded without warning.
The voice was short and sharp, full of fear before death, and instantly overwhelmed the panic of the survivors on the tidal flats.
Salado and his guards turned their heads abruptly like frightened rabbits.
I saw that in the shadow of the seemingly dead reef, countless figures dressed in dull Valyrian armor poured out.
Their movements were neatly and uniform, and the Valyrian steel swords in their hands flowed out of a heart-wrenching cold light under the pervasive smoke and fire.
The number was so large that it instantly submerged the entire tidal flat.
These silent warriors were the dragon spirit guards that Liu Qian was ambushing here.
They emerge from the darkest corners, like the most accurate killing machines, pounce on the frightened and defenseless pirates who have just struggled to climb ashore from the icy waters.
Pfft! Pfft!
The sound of the blade cutting through the flesh and severing bones was as dense as a rainstorm.
Screams came and went, instantly turning this small tidal flat into a new slaughterhouse.
The dozen or so guards around Salado were all battle-hardened elites, and at this moment they also erupted in a roar like a trapped beast, pulling out their weapons and trying to resist.
However, their swords slashed into the Dragon Spirit Guard's dark rippled Valyrian armor, leaving only a few sparks and no trace.
And the sword guarded by the dragon spirit, every time it swung, accurately took away a life.
On land, the dragon spirit guard is invincible.
Strength, speed, defense, and the pirates are not on the same level at all.
The guards were like fragile wheat straws, quickly drowning in the wave of silent death.
The screams stopped abruptly, leaving only the muffled sound of the blade breaking through the flesh and blood and the plop of the corpse falling to the ground.
In just a few breaths, there was no longer a single standing subordinate around Salado.
The strong smell of blood almost suffocated him.
He looked at the silent dragon spirit guards in horror, approaching him step by step.
Extreme fear grabbed his heart and almost burst it.
"It's over!"
This desperate thought was like the final death knell, exploding in his blank mind.
He didn't even have time to react, and a cold light like lightning dilated sharply in his pupils dilated with fear.
Poof——!
There was a dull soft sound as if the fruit was ripe and cracked.
The world suddenly tilted and rotated in his eyes.
The last thing he saw was his headless body in a gorgeous burgundy velvet coat, falling heavily forward in the mud and blood of the tidal flats.
The bleached high-top leather boots with silver vine patterns twitched weakly, and then they were completely submerged in the cold mud and sticky blood.
The once-ambitious head, with an expression of astonishment, fear and endless remorse, rolled down between the black reefs, and was indifferently stepped on by a bloody and muddy dragon spirit guard boot.
Prince of the Narrow Sea, Salado Thorn, Death!
The pirates around who were still stubbornly resisting in the negative corner, seeing that Lord Salado Thorn, who was invincible like a god in their hearts, was separated in the blink of an eye, and the last trace of the will to resist was like a candle in the wind, which was extinguished in an instant.
Dang! Dang!
The sound of weapons falling to the ground sounded one after another, and the surviving pirates were ashen, trembling like chaff, kneeling down in the cold mud and sticky pools of blood, raising their trembling hands.
"Surrender! We surrender!! "