Woo…woo…
Loud horn and conch shell sounds echoed across the sea once more, as the Orcs, who had rested for most of the night, resumed their attack.
Warships sailed back into the bay, their sails billowing as they formed a wall on the sea, with countless two-masted gunboats escorting them on both sides.
The Fishmen underwater swarmed out, pouring into the harbor with an absolute numerical advantage, blocking every exit of the sunken ship wreckage, and using their harpoons and bodies to fight the patrolling White Dragons.
The rest of the Fishmen dragged the sunken ships, pulling the broken vessels towards the deep sea area.
War arrived with the rising sun, more intense than yesterday.
Unlike yesterday's defense, today the Orcs attacked with full force; all flagships, including the main vessel where General Garn was located, sailed into the bay, holding nothing back.
"Fire with all your might! Destroy this fragile castle! Destroy everything before your eyes! Destroy all enemies!"
Amidst the roaring of Orc Captains and the chaotic waving of banners, thousands of cannons and giant crossbows on the sea-mountain-like wall fired almost simultaneously.
This was a roar more terrifying than the thunder in the sky, exploding with the flashes of death, intending to pulverize the enemies before them.
The roar of heavy cannons could be heard for dozens of miles, and the whistling of giant crossbows surpassed any roaring beast.
Countless heavy cannons, like the heavy hammers of giants, pounded the sturdy castle, causing it to erupt with shattered stone dust, injuring the archers hiding inside.
Countless giant crossbow bolts covered all parts of the castle, embedding themselves into it with a violent hum, like spears of death, piercing every enemy who dared to counterattack or spy, penetrating their bodies and splattering their flesh.
The once solid and unified walls of the castle were now not only riddled with pits but also had cracks gradually appearing and spreading across the fortress body like a scattered spiderweb.
"Damn it, my Iron Maiden's fixed base is broken, it needs to be re-secured, there's no time! Someone help me hold it!"
A tall Green Goblin gunner shouted loudly, though his voice was quickly drowned out by the continuous bombardment, but his companion, hiding in the corner, rushed over and used his body to support the heavy cannon barrel.
Boom!
A lucky heavy cannon shot passed through the open window and exploded next to the Green Goblin gunner, instantly pulverizing him and his companion.
"Ptooey!"
An Elven Archer leaning against the castle wall spat out blood; the continuous bombardment had already caused some internal damage to these Elven Archers.
But during the brief lull in the booming, these Elven Archers still fearlessly stood out from the window lookout, drawing their longbows and delivering a weak but resolute counterattack to the enemies with their sharp arrows.
On the cliffs on both sides of the harbor, several meters of the cliff face had already cracked and collapsed due to heavy cannon bombardment, and many unlucky gunners and archers, being too close to the cliff, fell into the sea along with the collapsing cliff.
A Troll Crossbowman ducked his head behind a cannon, dodging the shelling from the sea. When the shelling stopped, he raised his head from behind the cannon and shouted to his companion, "Quickly reload the cannon! I'm going to give them a shot and let them see the power of my big gun!"
But for a long time, there was no response. The Troll looked back and saw that his companion, a Kobold responsible for loading and transporting shells, had been pierced by a black crossbow bolt and was hanging on a nearby tree stump.
"Damn these bastards!" the Troll roared, limping back to retrieve and load the shell, then ignited the cannon's flame.
The sun gradually rose, and the weather began to turn hot, but what made people even more agitated was the increasingly fierce battlefield.
Akzi's massive body stood on the outer wall of the Golden City, looking out at the battle happening on the sea.
Although he had rested for a night, the Blue Dragon's body had mostly recovered, but his nearly depleted magic power had not yet returned.
Therefore, Akzi did not unleash the light and power of thunder upon the Orcs today, but instead held the fort in the Golden City.
Around the Blue Dragon, on the long city wall, stood hundreds of Elven Archers in leather armor and hundreds of Green Goblin Kobold musketeers in a mixed formation.
The former Centaur maiden, Sunia, now the leader of the archer corps, patrolled the city wall, inspecting the armaments of these archers.
Teams of orderly spellcasters, holding amplified staffs and wearing uniform robes, hid in every pass and watchtower of the city wall, poised for action.
And behind the city wall were countless silent warriors; the mixed legion led by Barbarian Gibb and the Evil Wolf Battle Group led by the Gnoll Yug were already fully armed and neatly arrayed.
Thousands of weapons gleaming with cold light, thousands of dark armors, the clanging of steel formed a continuous metallic sound, reflecting the light of death under the sunlight, like a steel jungle.
"It's time to retreat," Akzi stood on all fours on the high lookout, gazing at the distant sea.
There, countless Fishmen leaped in the tide, and the tide rolled and spun countless corpses on the surface of the sea, as if there was a giant whirlpool in the deep sea, specifically devouring these flesh and blood bodies.
A layer of red seawater emerged from the whirlpool's eye, gradually dyeing the surrounding sea red.
Even from such a distant location, Akzi could still feel the strong and oppressive magical fluctuations from that place.
These magical fluctuations became increasingly violent, causing the rolling tide to turn into surging waves dozens of meters high, reaching their peak under the life and massive flesh sacrifices of the Fishmen Priestess and spellcasters.
Boom!
A giant, fish-like fin-arm rose from the sea-eye whirlpool, followed by a ferocious and evil shark-like head, resembling the most malevolent blood shark.
The rolling waves surged high, forming a water tornado, continuously coalescing into the body of this huge and terrifying monster. A powerful pressure and aura rose from the sea surface, until the monster's entire body completely stepped out of the sea-eye.
"Retreat! Make the warriors in the castle retreat immediately!"
Akzi looked at the dozens of meters, nearly a hundred meters tall, sea giant in the distance, the avatar of Sekhra, the Shark God, and roared loudly.
The Blue Dragon's roar was deafening, and the soldiers also blew the horn of retreat.
The horn sound was clear and loud, its magical effect reaching the ears of every warrior.
The White Dragons from the underwater ruins climbed ashore, shaking off the black liquid clinging to their bodies. The Young Red Dragon Kadilos hung upside down on the castle, his slender neck extended, and his ferocious head peered into the dark castle, shouting loudly, "The retreat horn has sounded! It's time to retreat, brave warriors!"
One by one, the archers shot their arrows and then calmly withdrew from the castle. The massive shaking of the sea surface and the surging waves dozens of meters high made them realize that this stronghold could no longer provide them with defense.
And that sea giant, the avatar of Sekhra, the Shark God, drove the waves, sweeping away any enemy that dared to block his path.
Even the Orcs' gunboats, daring to stand before this giant, were mercilessly swept into the air by the giant and then crushed into pieces under the heavy waves.
The booming sound of the tide, the rolling waves, were more terrifying than the sound of ten thousand horses galloping across the plains. The body of Sekhra, the Shark God, stepped into the harbor, treading on the waves, and the seawater of the entire sea area rose by more than ten meters.
Countless Fishmen undulated in the tide, following the giant's footsteps to attack, but the Fishmen who had previously entered the harbor were pushed and slammed against the underwater cliffs and the reefs in the sea by the waves. Some unlucky Fishmen were even thrown out of the water and trampled to death by the Shark God's gigantic body.
This is Sekhra, the Shark God: you only need to summon him, and he only brings destruction.
Bang!
Sekhra's water avatar raised its arm, formed of water, and slammed it down heavily, smashing several sunken ships floating on the sea into pieces, with broken hulls and shattered wood flying everywhere.
After the avatar of Sekhra, the Shark God, stepped into the harbor, the Orc fleet had already stopped shelling the harbor, clearing the way to avoid misunderstanding.
But inside that white castle, the roar of flames still echoed. From a third-floor window of the castle, two Green Goblin gunners were still stubbornly loading and firing.
Even though the Elven Archers around them had already withdrawn, they still shouted with fanaticism, "There's still time! We can get one more shot in! Quick, I want to give that big guy one more!"
"Oh, minuscule lives, to possess such great courage, daring to attack a great deity!"
Sekhra, the Shark God, who had been bombarded by cannon fire, now had his previously rigid expression become animated. He took heavy steps, came before the low castle, lowered his head, and brought his eyes to the third-floor window of the castle, wanting to see these tiny lives.
"Die, ugly big guy!" The Green Goblin gunner, trembling all over from the giant's aura, shakily lit the cannon. The shell shot out, directly piercing the sea giant's eye, which then reformed into a trickle of water.
Roar!
"You damned little things, you have angered me!"
The sea giant was not harmed, but he became enraged. He raised his head, embraced the castle with his giant arms, and began to shake it.
The sturdy castle now began to sway and vibrate under the giant's shaking, and tiny cracks gradually widened, spreading like a spiderweb.
Crack, crack! The entire castle began to tilt, and the immense pressure and external force caused the massive castle to collapse. Countless huge stones fell into the sea, splashing heavy water.
Two terrified Green Goblin gunners hugged each other, stammering, "We're going to die! We're going to die!"
But a Green Goblin gunner suddenly came to his senses. He shouted, "We're all going to die anyway, so why don't we give him one more shot?"
His companions also woke up, and a crazy smile appeared on their ugly faces. They laughed loudly, "Then let's have one last shot, let this ugly big guy taste our power."
The constantly shaking castle made it difficult for the two Green Goblins to move, but they still fumbled to load the cannonball, lit the fuse, and let out their final roar.
Boom! The roar of cannon fire and the collapse of the castle echoed with the last lingering sound.
The two falling Green Goblins vaguely saw the Dragon's Sanctuary on the distant mountaintop.
Countless heroic spirits were gathered around, discussing. There were Kobolds, Gnolls, Centaurs, and Elves, but no Green Goblins.
But at this moment, they all turned their gaze over, revealing smiles, as if welcoming them.
"Will there also be Green Goblins in the Dragon's Sanctuary in the future?" In the last second before the two Green Goblins were swallowed by death, their minds were not filled with fear, but with this question.
"Destruction!" The nearly hundred-meter-tall sea giant roared, tearing apart and collapsing the massive and sturdy castle as if trampling a toy. He slapped away the remaining main body of the castle, letting out a fierce roar.
But he was not satisfied. Instead, he crushed all the obstructing shipwrecks in the harbor, turning them into pieces of wood, and shattered the derelict ships on the sea surface, then threw them far away.
He stepped over the black sea surface in the harbor, driving the tide to ascend the coastline, turning the coastline into a new ocean.
"Let me bring you destruction; death is your ultimate destination."
The Shark God Sekla advanced towards the Golden City with the surging tide. The long city wall was filled with countless soldiers, and the fearful scent of many of them brought a sense of pleasure to the sea giant.
But he did not notice that with every step he took closer to the Golden City, the tide he drove became lower and lower, and the sea water on his enormous body kept falling off, causing him to continuously shrink.
Until the sea giant was still two hundred meters away from the Golden City, the tide he drove was already a thin layer, and his body was completely standing on the ground.
Splash!
The Shark God's sea-water avatar dispersed like splashing water, scattering everywhere. As the large amount of sea water that formed his body washed away, the anti-magic runestones buried deep in the earth were faintly revealed.
"These good-for-nothings!" The head of the sea giant fell to the ground, then scattered into sparkling water droplets.
But none of the soldiers on the city wall cheered for this. They looked at the Orc fleet that had already sailed into the harbor and the undiminished Fishmen, and began to raise their longbows and light their arrows.
Blue Dragon Akzi raised his sharp claws, and Sunia also raised her lit longbow, shouting, "Prepare!"
"Prepare!"
The messengers who heard her voice around them responded in unison.
"Prepare!"
More soldiers, upon hearing, shouted in unison.
"Mage Corps, prepare!"
Ships broke through the waves one by one, sailing into the harbor. They were already adjusting their hulls, and with a little more proximity, they would be able to land under the cover of cannon fire.
Countless Fishmen leaped out of the black sea, which emitted a strong, pungent odor, shaking their heads to try and shake off the sticky liquid on their heads. They intended to overwhelm the city wall with sheer numbers.
"Raise!" Sunia raised her longbow, wanting her arrows to shoot farther.
"Raise!" Countless soldiers shouted loudly, simultaneously raising their longbows.
"Shoot!"
Sunia released her bowstring, and the burning arrows mingled with the myriad fire lines in the sky, propelled by the magical wind, plunging towards the distant sea.
Countless Fishmen quietly retracted their bodies into the sea, and some fools raised their harpoons, trying to bat away these seemingly light arrows.
The Orc ships did not take any precautions. At this distance, even with the help of magic, these arrows would not hit their hulls. They just excitedly watched the seemingly tall city wall, their weapons already trembling.
But the next second, countless arrows fell into the sea but did not extinguish, like scattered sparks setting off a prairie fire, instantly igniting the sea.
Points connected into lines, lines connected into sheets, and the fire spread rapidly. The surface of the ocean became a sea of fire, burning fiercely.
The entire harbor's sea surface instantly turned into an inferno of flames. Many Fishmen warriors were also ignited, thrashing in the sea of fire.
The fire line spread rapidly. The Orc's large ships had spellcasters who were using spells to try and extinguish the burning sea of fire, but the Orcs on the small gunboats could only watch as their ships caught fire.
The black oil, enhanced by the Scholars, could even ignite these wet hulls, and the ships behind were still clogging the entrance to the harbor, causing some small gunboats to frantically dart around on the sea surface.
"Have the Fishmen spellcasters stir up waves to extinguish these flames!" the Orc flagship commander roared loudly.
The Orc messenger hurried to communicate with the Fishmen leader, asking them to drive the waves again to extinguish the flames on the sea surface.
But this viscous black oil, enhanced with magical materials, could only be extinguished if completely isolated from air or if the burning layer was entirely covered by a large amount of seawater.
The waves propelled by the Fishmen spellcasters could only extinguish the flames in the nearby sea areas. The foremost sea areas were only raised by the propelled waves, and they could not create a tidal storm like the avatar of the Shark God Sekla.
Therefore, they could only roll the waves little by little, sweeping away the flames on the sea surface.
By the time the flames on the sea surface were completely extinguished, more than a dozen ships had already been burned and sunk. The Orcs on board had also become charred floating corpses, drifting on the sea surface along with the Fishmen corpses.
But General Garn and the Fishmen Prince did not care about these losses at all. They blew the horn of attack. The flagships lined up in front of the port and began to bombard the city wall of the Golden City, providing cover for their warriors to land.
Additionally, the armaments and ballista barrels on some ships were being dismantled to be brought ashore and reassembled, which also required position cover.
"We must break and completely clear their anti-magic field, otherwise many cannon fires and spellcasters will not be able to exert their proper effectiveness."
General Garn's face showed a cold expression. With a slight wave of his strong arm, he said indifferently, "Send out the Atonement Army and launch the attack!"
The Fishmen began to land, brandishing harpoons and tridents. Dense swarms of Orcs and Fishmen emerged from the ships and from beneath the sea to step onto the shore, surging towards the Golden City as a vanguard.
The deafening sound of steel blades and iron edges clashing, and the thunderous roars, were like surging waves, threatening to engulf the city.
The range of the magic-powered heavy cannons barely covered the entire area from the landing point to the city wall of the Golden City. As the roaring heavy cannons fell, thousands upon thousands of enemies charged, causing even the ground to tremble slightly.
Blue Dragon Akez roared, "Spellcasters, spell barrier!"
Centaur Warrior Sunia also roared loudly, "Archers, prepare! Musketeers, prepare!"
The guard commander also shouted loudly, "Cannons, prepare! Ballistas, aim!"
The Blue Dragon and the spellcaster legion simultaneously released their magic power, raising spell shields. The next moment, like falling meteors streaking across the sky, the heavy cannon attacks arrived with a crash.
Boom!
Layers of spell barriers swayed with intense ripples. The organized spellcaster legion maintained their magic output with all their might, enduring one heavy cannon bombardment after another.
The sea breeze carried the pungent smell of thousands of people, so strong it made one want to vomit. The warriors on the city wall could no longer count how many enemies there were, but they unhesitatingly drew their bowstrings to the fullest, aiming at the enemies surging forward like a tide.
"Free fire!" The Centaur Warrior gave the order, and the magical longbow in her hand also shot out a whistling sound of death, mingling with countless shrieking voices of the dead.
The roar of cannons and the shriek of giant crossbows also sounded at the same time.
The sky full of arrows was like dark clouds in the sky, pressing down on the faces of the Orcs and Fishmen. These Fishmen wore no armor, and most of the Orc vanguard wore only leather armor, making them fragile targets in front of these excellent archers.
Large numbers of Orcs and Fishmen were shot down, and very few were able to stand up again, because even if they did not suffer fatal injuries, they would be directly trampled to death by the Orcs surging from behind. Once an attack was launched on the battlefield, there was only advancement, no retreat.
The mixed musketeers could even pierce through the bodies of these Orcs and Fishmen with every shot, deeply embedding bullets into the enemy's flesh.
Although these single-shot muskets were not as fast as arrows, their power was immense, and almost no enemy could survive after being shot, even Orcs whose vitality was many times stronger than humans.
And the deterrent power of cannons was even greater than these muskets. Exploding cannonballs burst into scattered iron nails and caltrops, and each crossbow bolt could string an entire row of densely packed enemies together like candied hawthorns.
Rows of enemies fell like mown grass, but there were simply too many Orcs and Fishmen. They began to rush into the trenches, wanting to break through this simple defense.
The Orcs in the rear were destroying and clearing the buried anti-magic runestones, but the Dragon's warriors no longer had time to deal with them.
Rumble! The gate of the Golden City finally opened on its own. The jungle of steel and iron, the warriors of blood and fire, gripped their sharp, bloodthirsty blades and charged out!