"Hey, no matter how chaotic the situation is, you should at least turn off the radio, right?" Flappis complained into the microphone.
Then, someone changed on the other side. The reason for the situation just now was probably because someone refused to hang up and grabbed the microphone.
"I shut up those naive brats. Stop using magic to bully these ordinary people. How about a happy showdown between experts?"
Flappis: "Expert vs. Ghost, what do you want to do at this distance? Does a magician have an instant attack range of more than 10,000 meters? I don't plan to prepare any big magic for you. There was one half a century ago.
Blessing cannonballs and rockets with holy spells to cause effective damage to ghost ships, isn’t it available now?”
"Boom!" The muzzles of the two 480mm guns spurted out purple-black flames that almost enveloped the warship.
The two cannonballs trailed comet-like tails, and the distance between the two sides disappeared in an instant.
Not to mention the magician, the opponent's escorting destroyer responded. The bow cannon and the high-speed jet phalanx all hit the shells fired at them.
Some artillery fire and rockets were also aimed at the Hindenburg!
Eh? Where are the modern missiles?
It is said that all navigation is useless in the fog of the ghost ship. Whether it is the ancient compass or the modern radar, as long as there is this concept, it will be useless.
Anti-ship missiles are basically useless at this distance.
"Boom! Boom!"
The two shells ignored all intercepting firepower and hit the two large frigates hard!
"It didn't explode?" Flampis tilted her head. She actually knew clearly that the attack was blocked and the shell was still trying to move forward, but it had not yet succeeded.
"Sorry, enchantment is my specialty. If you want to kill someone, kill me first." Another voice sounded on the radio.
"Can you block my attack? At least you have to be at the saint level. It's really troublesome not to be able to judge whether you are a saint based on your soul and magic power. But -"
Flampis sat in front of the console, held her face and whistled disdainfully: "Hey - blocking two of the cheapest cannonballs that were originally intended to hit mortals, what's so great about it? Let me state it first, I'm just too lazy to get off the ship.
Let’s play expert duel together, a mere saint is not worth my while.”
During this period, countless artillery shells bombarded the Hindenburg, and Flappis felt that they did contain warheads that had been blessed with holy spells or engraved with runes to enhance their effectiveness against the ghost ship. However, the number was not large, about five.
There must be one hair.
Although the hit rate is much more accurate than that of naval guns from decades ago, the shells are the same size as ants and can only cause scratching damage at most.
"After all, the era of giant ships and cannons has passed, but the prerequisite for the use of naval guns is that the missiles can be used."
"You guy, is it?" The other party seemed to have discovered something.
"Hehehe, I think it's only right that someone remembers me." Flampis smiled.
The barrier protecting the fleet suddenly disappeared, and the two ships were hit immediately. The damage was obviously no more than an explosion hole. They were still above the waterline and did not take in water, but they sank in violation of the laws of physics.
All the Hindenburg's naval guns fired at once, and the ships hit one after another were pulled into the sea as if there were sea monsters in the sea.
"The symbol of the undead natural disaster, the ship that was haunted and devoured by the ghost ship disappeared in the eyes of the world. But it became a new ghost ship legend in later generations. For ghost ships, destruction is actually more difficult than assimilation. All sunk by such shells
The ships will speed up and become my companions. What, why don’t you defend yourself? Cannonballs of this level are very easy for you, right?"
"That kind of thing doesn't matter."
There was a terrifying sound on the sea surface, and something with supersonic speed was speeding towards the sea surface. Unlike a streamlined missile, this huge sound was obviously the result of an irregularly shaped object resisting air resistance and water resistance.
"It's you, it's your words! You actually came out of the mysterious barrier surrounding Academy City! As long as you have hurt that big idiot, and stood in front of him, beat him to pieces and finally killed him to the point where he is ashes.
If there is no "troublemaker" left, you are already the target of my crazy murderous intention! I am Sylvia, if I tell you my name like this, you will at least understand the information!"
"Oh, I remembered, you are the maid from Orrels, right?"
It is a very traditional revenge drama, without any calmness. Regardless of the power gap, the moment the enemy is confirmed is a cliched script with no other ending than conflict until the life and soul of one party disappears.
"That guy Othinus, you have reset the world so many times and you still haven't resurrected that quasi-demon? Do you not want to do it or can't do it? What should I do next?"
What Flampis was confused about was whether she should accompany her to play this unpleasant script. She was so crazy that she couldn't expect to create anything else that could make her spirit fluctuate. She couldn't be happy.
"It's not fun, it's not fun. There's no value in doing it yourself."
Flampis came to a conclusion when the distance between the two sides was less than 5,000 meters.
Four 480mm main guns and dozens of 150mm secondary guns, 88mm anti-aircraft guns, and 40mm anti-aircraft guns sprayed a terrifying curtain of beams at Sylvia that looked like a space battleship in Star Wars. The missile launch tube was opened, and the 800mm thick missile was used as a mortar.
Usually takes off with a bang.
The saint maid galloping on the sea defended and dodged. Seven seconds later, Sylvia was hit by a V2 missile. The barrier collapsed, revealing a flaw. She was bathed and penetrated by countless beams of light. The imaginary ribbons stretched out from the sea tied her up and dragged her
Entering the shadows, disintegrating its magic power and the power of the "Son of God" that is equivalent to a nuclear weapon against the world, giving it to Flampis as her own.
"Can you block it for seven seconds? This is the difference in combat power between the Saint and my Noble Phantasm-turned-missile battleship."
Suddenly, holy light descended from heaven.
The huge pitch-black battleship bathed in light was safe on the surface, but Flampis clearly felt that it was being worn down from the inside.
"This feeling, is it Valkyrie?"
"At least for now. To put it simply, he is your enemy."
"You have this power, but you don't save your teammates?"
"I was surprised that she was so impulsive that she gave it away so quickly."
"Really? In my eyes, there's not much difference between you. You are self-aware." Flappis noticed that the other side of the radio at this time had magic elements added, that is, the Valkyrie who activated the Holy Light had slipped away.
Already.
"Wait!" said the other side, "I never expected that there are people in the world who are proud to wield the power of the goddess of the underworld, a power that disgusts humans. This is the first time you have met someone who can see through you to this extent.
People, now that you have taken the initiative, the whole world will be targeting you, and you will not be able to continue to be arrogant for a long time, Flampis V. Gropius!"
"Haha, that's just right." Flampis crossed her legs and leaned on the back of the chair, feeling happy that her acting burden could be reduced.