The entire fleet of more than 30 merchant ships were surrounded by the undead army. Black fog had risen on the sea at some point in time. There were countless undead ships in the black fog, and the overwhelming death energy was pressing towards the caravan.
Seeing Karinina coming out, the fat man almost crawled over, "Your Highness, quick, quick, Your Highness, we are surrounded by the evil undead, what should we do, ask for help."
"Prince Malti, please calm down. We are in the ocean. Do we need to ask the sea tribe for help? Gather all the ships and prepare for battle. The undead are the enemy of all living creatures. We must fight our way out."
What Karinina was worried about at this time was not this, but the safety of the king.
Marti's eyes narrowed into a slit. It was obvious that the pirate boy had somehow obtained the protection of the saint. Could it be that he had converted? However, the prince now only wanted to save his life. Damn it, Titania was indeed cursed by God. The first time it sailed, it encountered the Divine Moon Storm, and the second time it encountered a rare army of undead. Perhaps the power of the steel ship had aroused the jealousy of God, otherwise how could it be so unlucky.
The undead ships were slowly surrounding them. They did not have the mindless impulse of other undead. They were not in a hurry at all. They felt very comfortable to catch a turtle in a jar. It was also the second time that Caesar saw the undead army. The scale this time was no less than the last time. Looking at the endless undead ships and the dark skeleton soldiers in the black fog, he felt like gnawing on them.
What's going on? Where are all these skeleton soldiers coming from?
"This is the Lord's punishment for the Shenyue War." Karinina looked at Caesar and said. The Shenyue War caused countless casualties among the sea people and humans, and even other races, and all of these provided the most delicious seeds for the undead wizards.
Although the Undead have disappeared or even become extinct after being hunted by various races, in this world, as long as they exist, even if there is only a tiny spark left, they will set off a prairie fire once the conditions are ripe.
Such a scale is rare in a century.
According to the Undead ships, they are probably going to join up with the merchant ships and launch a landing battle. Of course, humans will never allow this. Once they get entangled, there will be no hope of breaking through.
"Prince Marti, please give the order to have all the ships follow Titania II and try their best to break out. There is not much time left until dawn. As long as we hold on, victory will belong to us all."
"Yes, yes, everything will be done according to Her Highness the Saint's wishes." The fat man quickly asked his men to blow the horn, and all the ships were ready for battle. Even the pirates were given weapons. Facing the undead, any race is a friend. No matter what, the life clan respects souls, but the undead are the ones that desecrate the most precious existence of the life clan.
"Raphael, tell the knights to prepare. Do not let any undead get close to the ship. Magicians, prepare the magic cannons. Let's fight together. God will protect us."
Although they were facing a horde of undead, their morale was still very high due to the encouragement of the Saint. After all, they were not on an ordinary ship, but an armored monster. The Divine Moon Storm was the helpless power of God, and they were not powerless even against the undead, not to mention the Saint was there.
All the magicians and archers took their positions. Only two of the twenty silver warriors were left to protect the saint. The others immediately dispersed to various directions of the Titania to block the undead who dared to board the ship. As for the other merchant ships, they could only leave it to fate. It was impossible to protect them all with the current strength.
The silver warrior burst into fighting spirit and shouted angrily. The archers began to go crazy, shooting arrows at the dark army of undead. Fortunately, in order to ensure the safety of the saint, they brought enough weapons and troops, otherwise they would have no power to resist once the pirates made trouble.
All the sharp arrows that could pierce iron and gold disappeared in the black fog and were unable to cause any harm to the undead. Waves of resentful screams were heard, containing desire and disdain.
Caesar was also dizzy. It was really terrible. The Scroll of Light had been used. There was nothing in the things left by the old man that could fight against such a large army of undead.... Wait, there seemed to be a bunch of scrolls of fire dragon magic.
The saint slowly rose into the air, circles of milky white holy light rippled out, the darkness was gradually dispelled, and the divine moon above seemed to feel the believers' prayers. Under Karinina's guidance, its light became brighter and brighter, and the black fog shrouding the undead army was also oppressed.
The saint's clear prayers echoed on the sea, clear and powerful, giving courage to the soldiers whose morale was a little low.
This time, the arrows pierced through the undead one by one, and the skeleton soldiers were shot to pieces, and the warriors cheered.
But Marti was not happy at all. For the Undead, minions like skeleton soldiers were always used to consume military forces, and they were endless.
The attack from the merchant ship did not weaken at all, but the undead army was still pressing forward. Fortunately, the mages on the Titania were ready. Magic elements were continuously injected into the magic circle. The mages also tried their best. The flying lion carrying the emblem of the royal family of Cagliari in front of the ship suddenly burst into strong light with its eyes and opened its mouth wide.
Marti couldn't help but get excited, this was the Titania's trump card attack weapon, the super magic cannon!
Boom~~~
All the countless high-level magic crystals inside the magic circle were activated, and compressed magic light beams shot out, sweeping through the undead army like a whirlwind, and forcibly opened a passage through the dark undead army.
All the ships began to move forward at full speed. They had to rush out before the undead army gathered again. The magicians were so tired that they collapsed to the ground, and they were unable to launch a second attack in a short period of time.
The archers shot desperately, but now they had no place to use their strength.
From time to time, flying skeleton soldiers and some strange monsters fell from the sky and continuously attacked the merchant ships. Some merchant ships behind had already fallen behind, and the result was predictable. The blood and flesh flying everywhere was cruel and could not be compared with this. One by one, humans were rushed up by the undead, and soon there was only one more bloody and freshly baked skeleton soldier.
Such tragic situations have also stimulated the potential of human beings. When a cornered animal is cornered, it will do something desperate. When the time comes for death, human beings will be no less ferocious than the undead.
Fortunately, the Titania is not an ordinary ship. The result of destroying the undead and pirates underwater is almost the same. However, one problem is overlooked. The undead are not afraid of death and they keep rushing forward to collide with the Titania. Even the Titania has been slowed down. Slowing down at this time is no different from suicide, and it is difficult to speed up again.
"Archers, don't worry about the sides, just shoot forward with all your strength. Soldiers, you must stop the undead!"
The saint in mid-air was also struggling, but she could still see the situation clearly. The Divine Moon Knights could still hold on alone for the time being. With the strength of their silver warriors, they could directly carve a bloody path if they were on land. However, this was on the sea, and the silver fighting spirit did not have the ability to freely control the air. That was the extraordinary power of the gold fighting spirit.
Without the suppression of archers on both wings, the undead approached even faster, and the momentum of the undead in front of them did not decrease much. The result of this would be the annihilation of the entire army.
Caesar, who had been watching from the sidelines, also knew that it was time to do his part. Even if he jumped into the sea at this point, he would just be feeding the undead. He could only follow the ship and fight his way out first.