Thanks to the Battle of the Dragon, the rewards of the strong 520 brothers...

Coupled with the disaster caused by evil energy, the two will probably be even more severe!

"Boom..."

A sudden fire flashed in the direction of Parrot Island, and a thunderous sound of thunder shook the night.

There is no thunder here? It is clearly the roar of cannons.

On a snowy night when you can't see your fingers, a huge and ferocious ship like a ghost, covered with seaweed and shells hanging on it, but the bow cannons kept roaring, hitting the castle with one stroke.

You should know that the accuracy of the naval cannons of this era is simply unavailable. What's more, in this dark night where you can't see your fingers, firing a hundred cannons, and having one shot is considered a blessing from the gods.

However, the cannons bombed out of the ship were incredibly accurate, and each cannon hit the castle. A chain bullet with an iron chain hanging in the middle roared and swung over, smashing a defensive cannon with the gunner directly.

The thousand-pound cannon was smashed all the way, and it was crooked. Several unlucky gunners were even incomplete in their bodies.

On the top of the city, the gunners who had been on guard were panic and fired a shot, and they didn't know where the shot was shot.

But it caused the ghost ship to fight back with a stronger and more powerful shot, and almost every gun was hit on the castle.

Originally, the naval guns and shore guns were bombarded against each other, so the shore guns naturally took a huge advantage. However, the firepower in the castle was suppressed at this moment, and there was no power to fight back at all!

Compared to this ghost ship's magical art of artillery, the gunners under Master Wen can only be described as mobs.

That's right. The fire was flashing. I saw the ship, the flying Dutchman who had dealt with the Grand Master of Wen in Quebec.

The Captain Jones was standing on the bow of the ship, tall and majestic, and with a demeanor. He looked at the firelight when the cannon was bombarded with expressionless face. He was actually a thick and heroic man, definitely not a monster with an octopus head.

But beside him was a woman with many shells woven with hair, full of wildness and Indian style. Looking at the castle that was constantly collapsed under the storm and rainy shelling, a trace of excitement flashed in her eyes.

"A new god was born, even though this god is very weak. David wants to kill this god..."

"As you wish, the great goddess in the sea." David Jones smiled, "We will blow them..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw that the goddess Colibuso on the opposite side had an unconcealed panic flashing in his eyes, and a dazzling white light.

Just when David Jones hadn't even reacted and what happened, a powerful force pushed him into his chest, making David Jones almost unstable and almost fell into the sea.

Finally, David Jones grabbed the edge of the deck and stood there. But he was already shocked.

A white light flashed by, and Colibuso had already rolled on the deck in a mess, but his arms were already dyed red.

As we watched the white light circling in the air, the extremely agile double-armed cannon around the bow of the ship flew towards the sea, which was incredibly fast. It was just a little afterimage left in front of us. It flew so hard that it could no longer be seen!

"Colibuso, are you okay?" David Jones was shocked when he saw this. He hurried over and supported the goddess.

She gritted her teeth and stood up, and a fire of fear and anger flashed in her eyes. Blood flowed from her shoulders, with a faint golden light.

"Damn it must be that god. I want to take revenge, I want to take revenge!" Colibuso was furious.

David Jones was also furious. The white light just now almost killed both of them.

However, David Jones just glanced at the eyes and was immediately silent. Even the Collibuso, whose hair was about to stand up, closed his mouth, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes.

Not only did the heads of several gunners who operated the cannon on the bow of the ship all fell off, but what was even more amazing was that the thick double-equipped cannon, which was thousands of pounds, had been broken into two pieces.

Yes, that's right. It's like an eraser cut with a knife, it's very smooth and flat and turns into two pieces.

Even with Collibuso's wildness and the arrogant David Jones's heart, they were silent at this time.

Even was a clear warning, if they retreated honestly, then the next time they were cut in half, it would not be the cannon.

Even this cannon, which was as thick as someone's waist, was cut into two in half by a peeled rubber. No matter how hard the heads were, they were not enough to cut...

Although Colibuso is a god, this body is not very important. But now he is also scared.

"What is the white light just now?" The two of them were surprised and suspicious. Even the pirates who were so motivated and shouting were all closed their mouths tightly and involuntarily shrank their bodies back, as if this would be safer.

At this time, Master Wen, who was standing by the sea, had an abnormal flush flashed across his face. It was five or six miles away from the flying Dutchman.

It has long exceeded the scope of using energy to control the sword, and this sword energy has not been completely refined. Even if it has been buried deep in the spleen soil for so long, Master Wen Dashi used it to directly control the sword energy with his soul, so he would not show mercy and directly killed the two guys.

In fact, he could no longer bear the sword halfway through his sword. He was really unsure of being able to kill Corey Buso successfully.

As a goddess in the sea, who knows if there are any protective weapons on her body, or even something that is enough to turn the tables?

So, in the end, Master Wen could only barely kill a few gunners, as well as the cannons on the ship, and quickly drove the sword energy and flew back.

Even so, Master Wen now felt uncomfortable as if he was stabbed with needles all over his body!

However, as he watched the flying Dutchman retreat in panic, Master Wen smiled coldly.

On the second day, when dawn came, a fleet approached Parrot Island.

There are seven or eight warships in total, and the exquisiteness and arc beauty make people know at a glance that they are different from the warships of other countries in this era, and they are clearly Dutch warships.

The slightly curved artillery deck gives people a sturdy feeling, which can be withstood no matter how much weight the artillery is placed.

The raised bow cuts the waves towards a scimitar, and the stern gives people a feeling of rising, full of agility and beauty.

With the arrival of such a huge fleet, each ship was a giant of more than 30 meters, bringing a huge sense of oppression to the people of Feiyun tribe on the shore.

Although they were not afraid of these Dutch people on land, they felt powerless when they looked at the warships showing off their power on the sea.

As for the gunboat that Master Wen Datian had high hopes, he did not take it out and did not show off his ugly head and avoided it from afar.

Although this ship is an iron-hulled ship, it was sold to Wen Fei as scrap iron, and the weapons on it have long been removed. Only the impact angles are installed on it.

If this ship is skilled in operating, it would be possible to fight two or three Dutch warships by one with the power and performance of the steam engine far exceeding these sailing ships. But now, with the Indians of the primitive civilization, if they want to operate this ship, they don’t know how long it will take to train!

Fortunately, at this time, Parrot Island had been abandoned by Wen Fei, and everyone's people and supplies had retreated back to the land.

The Dutch warships fired a few shots towards the castle that had been bombed into a mess last night, and then they swung to the shore. They took over the pier of Parrot Island and the castle.

This is the Dutch West India Company, holding the infamous flag. Under the leadership of a priest, a team of dirty men holding swords and wielding muskets, was ready to take over the castle they called New Amsterdam.

The priest held a basin of holy water in his hand, constantly spilling it on the ground, purifying these lands occupied by pagans, and expelling the breath of evil spirits. Let the divine light of God fill this land.

However, the priest's face soon changed and he shouted, "What awesome evil!"

The other soldiers of the West India Company, whether they understand or not, all took a breath.

I saw the spilled holy water quickly turned black and hissing sound, just like cold water dripping into a pan of oil.

As the priest of the old religion, this priest hated the Protestant religion and was full of interest in developing this new continent. He was determined to let the glory of the Lord fill every corner of this land.

However, I have just arrived ashore now. I just stepped on a small island and had not really stepped on this strange continent. I encountered such a powerful evil and resisted the glorious power of my Lord. This made the priest even more angry.

He drew a cross on his chest with one hand, and a holy light shot into the basin of water. The holy water was filled with a faint white light, which looked extremely wonderful.

However, these seemed to touch those evils. Countless black gas visible to the naked eye tangled around like a poisonous snake. As soon as they touched the holy water in the golden basin, they had a chemical reaction.

"Shit..." The holy water in the golden basin rolled like a boiling pot. This scene was enough to make everyone discolor.

With a "bang...", the golden basin and the holy water exploded. The poor priest's young monk holding the golden basin screamed, his blood and brain sprayed wildly, and his entire head was also affected and was blown to pieces.

The headless corpse fell heavily to the ground, scaring the soldiers of the West India Company who had first landed on this land were deserted.

They never knew that this land was so evil, and even when they surrounded the cannibals in the dense forest, it was not so tragic.
Chapter completed!