"This is a bit difficult."
As he boarded the ship, Moore looked up at the rocks suspended in mid-air and muttered, "Should we put the marker there first? Or will these things fall into the sea later? I'm fine on the ship, but what if we mess things up..."
His ability is useful, but there's one problem: he can sense things even in the ocean.
Moore had personally verified this, but he didn't dare teleport into the sea; that would have been suicidal.
His 'beacon' will sink when it touches the sea surface, and if it is used for teleportation, it will sink the ship along with it.
Although he was confident he could avoid this, in such a situation, if he made a mistake, it would be a complete disaster.
Rumble...
Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly felt the deck beneath his feet shake.
The enormous, golden ship suddenly took flight at that moment!
Weight seemed to be completely irrelevant on this ship; the Golden Lion floated and appeared in the direction adjacent to the stone that had fallen into the air.
In front of the ships were fixed stones that floated in the air like gangplanks, with no end in sight.
"Is it really possible to do that...?"
Moore stared in surprise at Kuro, who had a gloomy expression, licked his lips, and raised his arm forward, spreading out white light spots.
"If that's the case, then things will be much easier."
A flash of white light, and the massive warship and its crew vanished without a trace.
...
boom!
Boom boom boom!
The shelling continues.
Five warships bombarded the middle, badly damaged warship relentlessly.
Generally speaking, for ordinary warships like this, as long as a few shots hit key points, the warship will lose its combat capability.
If the mast is hit, the warship's speed will be reduced.
Similarly, if the hull is hit, leaks will slow the ship down.
If luck were on their side and the explosion hit the powder magazine directly, it would instantly destroy the ship, even a warship, by half.
On the open sea, destroying half or destroying all makes little difference; both result in the loss of navigation capabilities.
Similarly, this also represents annihilation.
Five warships have been shelling a single warship for so long, yet the damage they've inflicted on it is minimal; it only makes the warship look quite dilapidated.
Bang!
A shell exploded, and a cross-shaped pistol was swung forward, deflecting the shell.
Donald, holding a long spear, stood at the edge of the ship, staring intently at the five warships, his face grave.
At this moment, the warship they were on was shrouded in a faint white mist, and it was because of this white mist that the warship did not sink so quickly.
But it only slows things down.
Moreover, there are fishmen below desperately chipping away at the ship; if this continues, it will sink sooner or later.
If it weren't for that phone call earlier, they would have been prepared to rush forward and fight to the death.
Those people...
Donald's gaze swept over the five figures on the five warships.
They are not easy to defeat.
Judging from their aura, each and every one of them is an extraordinary powerhouse!
Donald felt he might not be able to handle one of them, let alone five.
"That one with the long spear is not bad."
On the five ships, the old man with white curly hair said calmly, "Looks like you're from the Flower Country. Are you here to join the navy? That's strange. The Flower Country has always only had a navy, hasn't it?"
"That kind of thing isn't important, hehehehe. What I'm curious about is that this warship hasn't sunk yet."
A man wearing a turban, with a large beard, a gold necklace around his neck, and rings all over his hands, and with somewhat dark skin, licked his lips and smiled.
"Is it an ability? That's strange. If only he surrendered, I would be much stronger when I sail to the New World again."
"You?"
Suddenly, a voice rang out from the side.
A man dressed in knight's armor with an inverted cross pendant around his neck sneered: "That kind of person is not someone you can associate with. If you're going to surrender, then surrender to me."
"Hey, Bessie, do you want to fight me?"
The man wearing a headscarf drew two crescent-shaped swords from his waist and said menacingly, "I wouldn't mind killing you before we breach G-3 Fortress!"
Zzzzz!
As soon as he finished speaking, the knight drew his half-sword from his waist, his face cold. "Perfect, that's what I was thinking too. I... I really hate you, Ams, the trash of the Fatima family!"
"The Capet family's beasts!"
Arms gripped his scimitar, chuckling, "Come on, let's start with a fight!"
"Enough!"
The gray-haired, curly-haired old man shouted, "If we're going to talk about contradictions, we can do that after we break through G-3 Fortress. We've already agreed to take revenge on the World Government and the Navy first."
"snort!"
Bessie snorted again, glared at Ams, sheathed her sword halfway, and stopped looking at him.
"Hehehehe..."
Ams, still holding his twin swords, said to the old man, "Senior, should I go up and take care of them first? Let's not waste time here."
"If you want..."
It was Broad who spoke, his arms crossed, and he said calmly, "But I'd like to see how long they can hold out. There are quite a few strong people on this ship."
As he spoke, he looked approvingly at Donald, who was holding a gun, and at the two figures in the white mist.
"Two ability users and one skilled martial artist. What a pity. If they could become my subordinates, they would be a good choice."
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