After hearing the order from Navy Commander-in-Chief Moore Pert, the soldiers on the training ground quickly dispersed and returned to their posts. Accompanied by the sound of sharp horns, the flag of the Kingdom of Braden was displayed on each ship.

The battleship rose slowly, rustling in the sea breeze.

"Sam, take a closer look," Morpert continued to the sentinel beside him, "are there any priests and knights of the Church of Light hidden in the fleet of the Kingdom of Ferrand?"

After listening to the order, the soldier came to the front of the ship's deck again, holding a telescope and looking far ahead.

"Sir, the ship opposite does have the flag of the Church of Light." After a moment, the soldier reported.

Hearing this, Moore Pott frowned.

After a few minutes of silence, he finally slowly told the soldiers around him: "This battle will be severe... Go and write a letter to Her Majesty the Queen and the Mage Tower for me, telling them that we need their assistance."

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As the enemy ships in the distance gradually approached, the Braden Kingdom's fleet also formed a formation under the command of Commander Moore Pert, and the atmosphere became extremely tense for a while.

"Fire!" Maure Pert suddenly shouted loudly.

"Fire!" shouted the herald, relaying his order to each battleship.

Suddenly, accompanied by a loud "bang, bang, bang" sound, fires burst out in the sky, and thousands of cannons were fired on the sea. The shells were like comets with long tails, hitting the fleet of the Kingdom of Ferrand on the opposite side.

go.

If supernatural factors such as divine power and magic are excluded, the Kingdom of Braden has the most powerful navy in the entire plane, and these cannons are also one of the most advanced military technologies in the Kingdom of Braden.

According to common sense, if nothing unexpected happens, when these shells fall on the opposing fleet, at least half of the opposing fleet will be on fire, and more than one ship will even sink immediately.

Moore Porter squinted his eyes and watched the scene in front of him intently, watching the cannonballs draw dazzling parabolas in the sky, waiting for the terrifying loud noise and the blazing fire that was about to ignite.

raging fire.

But everything he expected didn't happen.

When those cannonballs were about to fall from the sky, an invisible light curtain appeared in mid-air, like a huge shield, blocking all the cannonballs. At the same time, there was a faint and beautiful sound in the air.

The chant is a hymn to the goddess of light.

"The Church of Light has indeed taken action." Moore Porter secretly sighed in his heart.

This was indeed what Moore Pott had expected. However, the powerful power possessed by the Church of Light, which could turn hundreds of cannonballs into nothing in an instant, still made Moore Pott feel very

Shocking.

But the Church of Light’s methods obviously don’t stop there.

After resisting the attacks of all the cannonballs, the golden light curtain quickly turned into a giant golden net, flying overwhelmingly towards the Braden Kingdom's fleet, shrouding all the ships inside, as if they were being caught.

As if trapped in a cage.

At this moment, Merpert deeply felt his own insignificance - in this depressing atmosphere, he even wanted to kneel on the ground, facing the dazzling sky, praying for the forgiveness of the goddess of light, hoping that she could

Forgive yourself for your sins.

"Sir," at this moment, a soldier hurried to Moore Pott's side and reported to him breathlessly, "all the cannons on the battleship... are all out of action."

The soldier's voice interrupted Morpert's confused thoughts.

The commander raised his head, looked at the soldiers, and asked: "These cannons... all malfunctioned at the same time?"

"It's not a malfunction," the soldier who reported the report shook his head and replied, "We have carefully inspected these cannons." There is nothing wrong with the cannons themselves. It is just as if they were silenced by some kind of magic and did not obey our orders. Already."

Moore Pott's frown deepened.

He was always known for his bravery and fearlessness when he was young. He once made great achievements in plane wars and received many badges given by the royal family of the Kingdom of Braden.

But at this moment, his heart was filled with unprecedented fear - after all, whether it was magic or magic, it was unknown territory for him.

He thought for a moment and then told the soldier: "Hurry up and invite Mr. Farrell, we need his help on this matter."

"As ordered," the soldier replied.

This Mr. Farrell is a seventh-level magician in the Mage Tower, and currently works as a consultant in the navy of the Kingdom of Braden.

Just a few minutes after the soldier left, a brilliant magical light flashed next to Commander Moore Pert. Then the light dissipated, and a thin, middle-aged man wearing a mage's robe appeared beside him out of thin air.

"Mr. Farrell, do you have any solution for the unexpected situation that happened on the battleship?" Moore Pert asked politely.

Magicians have always had a high status in King Braden, especially high-level magicians like Counselor Farrell.

"Sorry, Mr. Pert," Consultant Farrell replied, which made Moore Pert's heart freeze again. "Magic and magic are two completely different fields. Although I have a deep understanding of magic, Divine magic is extremely unfamiliar to me. I can only try my best to find a solution, but I can't guarantee that it will be successful."

"Then trouble Mr. Farrell." Moore Pert replied expressionlessly to hide his disappointment.

But at this time, something strange happened again.

Moore Porter, and all the navy soldiers, once again vaguely heard the hymn to the goddess of light coming from the distance. The sound was so sweet that they almost became intoxicated.

At the same time, as if being pulled by an invisible rope, the battleship of the Braden Kingdom began to move forward uncontrollably - no matter how hard the helmsman tried, he could not stop the ship.

This unreasonable and strange situation made Moore Pott deeply frightened.

"Quick! Quick! Stop!" he shouted loudly.

But there was obviously nothing he could do about it.

Accompanied by a loud "rumbling" sound, dazzling firelight, and thick black smoke, the two warships on the edge collided heavily.

Suddenly, steam was rising on the sea level, and raging flames enveloped the crazy waves, devouring every living life on the battleship.

Seeing such a scene, Moore Porter lowered his head in despair, deeply feeling how useless he was in the face of this war.

Facing the power of gods, whether they are emperors, generals, or highly respected magicians, they are as insignificant as ants.

He understood that after today, the entire fleet would be destroyed by the wrath of the goddess of light; and that he, as the commander-in-chief who ruined this fleet without explanation, would be nailed to the kingdom's pillar of shame forever.

Thinking of this, Moore Pott couldn't help but smile bitterly, lamenting that he had been a believer of the goddess of light all his life, but would eventually die in the hands of the god he believed in devoutly.

There was nothing he could do except close his eyes and wait for death.
Chapter completed!