When Caesar was being purified just now, the power of light was severely consumed and was almost absorbed by Caesar. Although light magic is good at recovery, this amount of power is not enough. Karinina in mid-air is supported entirely by her will. She wants to protect the king.
The barely maintained light array ensured that the undead fog could not cover them, so the soldiers had combat effectiveness. All the merchant ships that followed had disappeared in the fog. When the black fog covered them, countless undead fell from the sky, as if the black fog had turned into ghosts. The resistance of ordinary soldiers became insignificant. In fact, all the senior soldiers were concentrated on the Titania. After all, in Marty's view, the lives of other people could not be compared with his.
Seeing that they could not stop the undead from gathering together, a figure suddenly flew out. The two silver knights tried to stop him but failed because the opponent was too fast.
Caesar left the ship in a flash, his sea energy soaring into the sky, and his whole body was suspended in the air. The two silver warriors opened their mouths wide, looking at everything in front of them in disbelief.
...Is this the pirate from before?
What kind of fighting spirit is that? It can actually control the air freely. This seems to be the patent of golden fighting spirit. It is the right of God!
Caesar didn't care about all this. He roared and the undead that rushed towards him were immediately shattered by the sea fighting spirit. It was not a big problem for him to escape alone, but it was a bit difficult to save these people. Even the most powerful warriors could not compare with the magician in terms of lethality. If ten or eight magicians came at this time, they could clear out these bone soldiers that polluted the environment in a few strokes.
...The question is, how many people in the entire continent and ocean can reach the magician level?
Caesar's own strength is enough to withstand any attack from the undead. These guys are not a threat to him. At this time, the newly learned compression magic is the only way to attack.
All of a sudden, more than twenty water balls began to compress. The magicians, who had recovered some of their spirits, stared at Caesar in the air in amazement.
Madman, what a madman, he actually uses compression magic like this. Maybe he would set off fireworks first without the undead.
The silver warriors led by Raphael still had enough energy to observe the situation while fighting. Everyone was surprised to see the performance of the little pirate. No one knew better than the warriors that the fighting spirit and the elements were rebelling. It was even possible to use magic with such powerful fighting spirit,... or compressed magic!
Caesar didn't care about anything. The flying skeleton soldiers that piled up against him were all shattered by the fighting spirit. All he had to do was to focus on dealing with the small ball in front of him, which was a dangerous and explosive item.
Perhaps sensing danger, the undead army also went crazy. As soon as the magic ball was completed, they immediately threw it into the pile of undead with all their strength, and then pounced on the saint in the air like lightning, directly pressing her down on the deck, and shouted "All get down."
In fact, when Caesar threw it out, the magicians all lay on the deck like rabbits. They probably knew better than Caesar how terrifying that perverted thing was.
Boom~~~
After a monster-like roar was heard from the bottom of the sea, a huge explosion was accompanied by surging waves. The Titania II was also shaking violently. The soldiers on the ship were thrown all over the place, clinging to the railings for their lives. Anyone who fell into the sea at this time would be dead.
Fortunately, ironclad ships are several times more stable than ordinary ships, otherwise they would have capsized long ago. Caesar's move was simply a gift to the undead.
The ship finally stabilized, and everyone looked up and... vomited blood. The previous blow had cleared a large number of undead monsters. The road ahead was temporarily opened, but no one knew when more undead monsters would emerge from the seabed... rows of seahorse undead knights blocked the road, and countless blood-red eyes were extremely disgusting.
Caesar cursed inwardly and pulled up the saint under him. However, the little girl was so frightened by the road that she had not yet reacted and could only stare at Caesar blankly.
It's very difficult to be a hero these days. Caesar wants to save these people for Karinina's sake, but he doesn't want to lose his life for them.
"Come with me. I can only rescue you. Are you willing?"
Caesar whispered to the little girl, and Diukalina, who was being pulled by Caesar, could not say anything except nodding.
Caesar was too lazy to waste words. The Knights of the Moon God were rapidly approaching the Saint. It seemed that they did not care about the undead for the sake of the Saint. It would be troublesome to let them surround them. He released his sea fighting spirit, held Karinina in his arms, flew into the air, and quickly ran towards the north.
In an instant, all the undead focused their attention on Caesar and the saint, and then the entire undead army abandoned their ships and moved towards the two people in the air.
"Wow, these brainless guys, they chose us for such a big target!"
I don't know why these undead spirits are so obsessed with him or the saint, but there is only one word left in Caesar's mind - get out of the way!
The sea of fighting energy started at full speed, using it all on the run, facing the mighty army of undead following behind him...what a spectacular scene it was.
The Moon God Knights were furious, but their silver fighting spirit could not fly and could only sustain them on the sea for a while. However, after losing the Saint, they even wanted to commit suicide.
The fat Prince Marti was so happy that his mouth was crooked with joy. It was really a transformation from hell to heaven. The army of the undead was actually chasing the saint. Wow, haha, it was so wonderful!
"Your Excellency, please turn the boat around immediately and catch up with the Saint. That pirate actually kidnapped the Saint. We must find her back!"
"Ahem, Knight Raphael, you've seen this. Over there is an army of undead. We will die if we go over there. And that man is no longer a pirate. He has been called by the Lord to become his servant. You haven't seen his strength. Only the Lord can show miracles. Don't worry, the Lord will bless Her Highness the Saint."
With a swish, Raphael's sword was already on Marti's fat neck. The sharp silver fighting spirit pierced the fat man's flesh, making him tremble. "Prince Marti, please turn the boat around!"
"You, ...haha, if you have something to say, we can talk it over. Turn around, turn around."
You bunch of bastards, remember this, if you ever get into my hands I will make you live a life worse than death.
Twenty silver warriors stood in front of the deck, looking at the undead army which was reduced to shadows, anxiously. Their mission was to protect the saint. If the saint was not there, they would lose the value of their existence. The two knights who were responsible for guarding the saint were even more angry and wanted to kill people. If they could not find the saint, they would surely die with regrets.
Marti looked at these diehards of the church and muttered to himself, wondering what good he had given to these guys to make them respect the young girl like their mother. It seemed that he needed to drink a glass of Borosso wine to calm his nerves. Alas, life was really not easy.
The reason why Marti agreed so readily was that it was almost dawn. It had been a thrilling night.