The shells fired by naval guns close to the level of World War I did indeed have a relatively fast muzzle velocity.
If put into the real world, it would probably have quite a lethality.
Sorry, this is the spirit world.
Just like the magical saying "smog-breaking laser" on the earth. Even high-power laser cannons will be severely deflected and shortened in the face of hazy days with large particles in the fog.
Placed in the spirit world, the cannon on the back of this big crab is even stronger. In this environment, its power is obviously greatly reduced.
You can see clear psychic energy waves moving away, not too fast, giving people the illusion of stirring paste or rice porridge with a big stick.
However, the lethality of the artillery was still there. Even after significant deceleration, the artillery still angered the black fog surrounding the cruise ship.
The black mist condensed into one, two... dozens of shapes resembling monster claws, and angrily slapped away the slowed-down cannonballs.
However, this also confirms the fact that cruise ships in the spiritual world are not so resilient when faced with attacks from spiritual bodies.
"Fire! Fire! Kill that monster!" Standing on an alienated blue whale, a macho man who was obviously from the Storm War Festival seemed very excited. His heroic voice spread far away through the spiritual fluctuations. Mark and the others were separated by five hundred people.
His voice can be heard even from afar.
At this time, one of Margaret's students asked her: "Dean, can they succeed?"
"It's hard to say. The prerequisite for success is that the other party has not completely turned the cruise ship into a complete [anomaly]."
"What if it mutates completely?"
The dean glanced at Mark and smiled bitterly: "That cruise ship originally had artillery!"
The dean is also a wonderful person.
As soon as she finished speaking, Mark found the fate dice and threw a [1] out for her.
this……
Mark's expression was a little tense.
Teacher, do you have any big issues with the goddess of destiny?
Almost as soon as the result of the dice came out, the image of the cruise ship that had not changed in the real world suddenly became extremely ferocious and terrifying in the spiritual world.
On the sea of the spirit world, probably at the waterline of the cruise ship when it was not full, a terrifying crack suddenly appeared.
There was no heartbreaking sound of tearing steel, the crack had always been there.
From the bow of the ship to the belly of the ship, a bloody fang at least one meter long was revealed.
Right in the middle of the fangs, thick tubes stretched out.
From the appearance, it is impossible to tell that these things are actually artillery pieces.
At first glance, they look more like craggy barnacles on a beach reef.
Because this scene was so weird, the absurd scene that Mark immediately thought of was: a giant Mimic showing its fangs, holding a few cigars in its mouth, and sticking out a big tongue full of barbs...
"No! Go back!" Mark's scream alarmed Margaret.
The old dean did not doubt Mark's intuition at all. She slapped her right hand on a strange half-man-high pillar, and the flying saucer-shaped extraordinary thing immediately moved quickly and silently away from the cruise ship.
The Mystery Academy's movements were so fast that one of the big pipes had to adjust its muzzle.
The feeling of moving the target angrily is too anthropomorphic.
Not only her, but several groups of people backed away without realizing it. Those who didn't have time to back away were in dire straits.
"boom!"
The 12 artillery pieces were unscientifically moved to the same side.
The metal cannonball the size of a human head twisted and spun, piercing through the viscous spiritual space, quickly spanning a distance of a kilometer, and hit the war weapon of the Storm God Cult headed by the big crab.
The big crab can be said to have been possessed by a shot.
A psychic cannonball was shot through the crab's original mouth in an extremely cunning manner, and went directly to the base of the turret, causing an extremely exaggerated explosion.
I don't know whether it hit the ammunition compartment or some other power core. As soon as the shell penetrated, I saw a chaotic green spiritual power spurting out in the opposite direction.
The amount of translucent and colorful psychic fluid mixed with it was so large that it felt like at least the amount of liquid in a standard swimming pool was sprayed out.
The two triple cannons above the back shell were blown up more than ten meters high, and the long barrels were twisted out of shape, like a few broken chopsticks.
Even so, the big crab's soul has not completely dissipated.
It seems that there are Storm Cultists driving the big crabs and continuing to kill the cruise ship.
The two crab hind legs slapped the water of the psychic sea hard, and the modified electric saw pliers were raised high.
Margaret murmured: "Those storm madmen are going to fight!"
Storm Cultists have a reputation for being grumpy guys.
Hate your enemies and be cruel to yourself.
The enemies on the sea could not be dealt with, perhaps because they had issued a military order in advance, or for some other reason. When our crabs were half-impaired and two of the five alienated blue whales were destroyed on the spot, and one was seriously injured, the big crab came on
The commander still issued the order to charge.
The next scene is a bit too tragic.
The psychic artillery on the cruise ship, which was based on modern artillery, clearly had a good rate of fire. When the big crab rushed to a distance of 800 meters, the cannon fired a second round of artillery.
"Boom boom boom!"
This round of bombardment on the cruise ship seemed to be because the big crab adopted an irregular S-shaped tactical maneuver, and the hit rate dropped significantly. It only destroyed one of the left front legs of the big crab. This undoubtedly greatly encouraged the Storm Cultists.
The remaining three blue whales carried a large number of believers and used the big crabs as cover to press forward in a nearly conical formation.
Here, Mark sighed.
"Teacher, can you let this extraordinary ship get a little closer? I want to help with the shooting support."
"You..." Margaret was stunned for a moment, and then she saw the blazing eyes of the students: "Okay! I will make a small opening in the protective shield. If it goes against my will, I have the right to choose to lead the students to retreat."
"good!"
To be honest, Margaret never thought that Mark could just take out two heavy cannons.
In the spiritual world, winning is not based on whose cannon is more advanced.
The medium of spiritual power is different from air. Only long-term immersion in spiritual power, or even long-range weapons made with highly concentrated spiritual essence, can have stronger power and longer range.
Even though Mark's cannon looks like a cultural relic from centuries ago.
The extremely pure spiritual power fluctuation almost made the dean's glasses fall off at the first sight.
"Where did you get the psychic cannon?"
Mark's junior students and the three members of the purification team looked like they had seen a ghost, watching the unmanned cannon quickly complete the process of cleaning the barrel, charging powder, filling the shell, piercing the powder package, inserting the fuse, and igniting.
The whole process.
Mark was seen raising his monocular and pointing. The non-existent 'ghost' gunners seemed to have received the order and fired immediately.
"Boom! Boom!"
Even if the wheels on the barrel rotated wildly to remove the recoil as much as possible, the exaggerated psychic reaction force still made Margaret's 'flying saucer' move back at least thirty meters.
The reaction force is so outrageous, let alone destructive.
The storm believers who were originally on the big crab had already attacked with death in mind. Unexpectedly, someone in the indifferent audience was willing to help!
This is no ordinary help.
This level of psychic artillery is comparable to that of a fortress cannon.
The two iron ball bullets easily crossed the distance of two thousand meters in the spiritual world, tore through the spiritual space, passed by less than thirty meters to the left of the big crab, and finally hit the waterline of the cruise ship with great accuracy.
Big mouth.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two extremely heavy cannons in a series, one shot smashed all three exposed cannons of the opponent; the other shot of iron balls formed a swirling storm, and it jumped and penetrated from the side of the big mouth, at least smashing it.
It had more than a dozen fangs, and by the way, a large piece of tongue flesh flew off.
"Ouch——" The big evil mouth under the cruise ship was torn off in half on the spot.
This gives the Church of Storms a chance to make a comeback!
"Young men! In the name of the storm! Charge -" A storm war priest stood on the crab's head, holding a scimitar high and roaring loudly. This war priest was so powerful that he even knocked a hair off the head with his sword.
The incoming psychic cannonball.
The attack that was originally impossible to complete, because of Mark's intervention, created an opportunity for the big crab.
The scarred big crab, after taking the seventh cannonball, finally turned into a pile of debris in the spiritual world.
But before its soul completely dissipated, it used the huge saw blade to cut a large hole in the bow of the cruise ship that reached directly to the cabin and was 12 meters long and two meters wide.
As a price, only one out of ten Storm Cultists who rushed forward were killed. They either died on the way to the charge, or after getting close to the black mist, they were swallowed up on the spot by the black mist that turned into demonic claws.
Although the loss was huge, a bloody passage was opened.
Half an hour later, in the meeting room of the Church of Light and Night at the private dock, Gascoigne, the Storm Warrior with a broken left hand, walked up to Cardinal Brown with his head held high, and loudly said: "The Church of the Storm has sacrificed so much for the
You have opened a way. Whether you can seize it depends on the efforts of the Orthodox Alliance. Come on! Don't let us look down on you."
The Orthodox Church Alliance has always shared the blame.
The Church of Storms dared to fight hard, suffered heavy losses, and achieved results. Naturally, the other major churches had nothing to say.
Both the Storm and the Twin Goddess Cult took action, and then the pressure fell on the Samsara Cult, which ranked third in strength in the city.
It can't be said that the Samsara Cult didn't do their best, even though they pulled the crotch quite hard.
I originally thought that the giant demon on the cruise ship was injured and could take advantage.
What's the result?
At least they were able to blast the big mouth so that it couldn't move, but when the knights of the Samsara Cult tried to force a landing, they ran into that deadly black mist again.
The Reincarnation Cult sent a team of 300 men in on the spot, but there was no way they could get close to the gap created by the Church of the Storm.
Not only them, but several groups of people from different churches followed, and they couldn't get through.
"No! If you go too slow, you will be eaten by the black mist." Abner was a little frustrated.
At this moment, Mark suggested quietly: "Have you ever heard of something called the 'Human Cannon'?"