A psychic warlock who seemed stronger than me in every way was blown up by my shot. The sense of accomplishment was simply indescribable.

But no matter how happy he was, he could not resist the pull of gravity, and the mecha was now falling downwards with uniform acceleration.

Moreover, Carl vaguely saw through the sensor that the enemies on the sea were trying to attack him.

Bullets occasionally hit the outer shell of the mecha, making a "ping pong" sound, and more powerful magic cannons were ready to fire, as if waiting for Carl to fall into the effective range.

Realizing that he was still in danger, Carl's heart beat faster and faster.

The energetic blood was pumped throughout his body, and Carl felt unprecedented excitement.

"Damn it! No one has ever pushed me to this point before! You bastards, I am really happy with you!"

With the activation of psychic energy, the Tianhuilong aircraft hanging behind the mecha suddenly started up again.

It moved horizontally for a distance in the air with Carl's mecha, and then fell straight towards the ironclad ship at the front of the pursuing fleet.

In mid-air, Carl felt that it was a bit boring to just fall like this, so he assumed a knight kick posture.

The right foot of the mecha rubbed against the air and actually emitted light and heat.

Carl felt that he must be very handsome in his current state, but the most handsome one in the battle is also the most likely to be targeted.

When he entered the range of the magic cannon, deafening cannon fire rang out one after another.

“Bang!”

A cannonball hit the falling mecha. It should be a common cannon, and Carl's falling figure was not affected at all.

But once there is a first, there will be a second. Soon, the attacks from the magic cannon followed.

Just when Carl thought he could kick the keel of the target ironclad ship in half with one kick, a magic cannon hit the left shoulder of the mecha.

The impact of the explosion caused Carl's mecha to deflect irreversibly, and Carl's movements were deformed, and then he rolled and fell onto the armored ship.

The friction sound of steel squeezing against each other was extremely harsh, and many soldiers were crushed into meat paste even though they had made sufficient preparations.

Carl rolled on the ground, stood up quickly, and pulled down a piece of iron wall from somewhere to use as a shield.

This group of Ruiyizhuo soldiers seemed to have tacitly abandoned the ship where Carl landed. They mercilessly aimed their artillery fire at their former companions, and the roar was endless.

"Are the people of Ruiyi Draco so tough?"

Just as Carl was surprised at his experience and was about to change to another ship, a figure with a psychic shield attacked the mecha.

The figure was wearing similar clothes to the psychic that Carl had just killed, but the opponent's level was obviously not as high as the one who had just died.

At this moment, Carl understood Ruiyizhuoer's personnel configuration and why those soldiers were so ruthless.

"Each ironclad ship is manned by a psychic sorcerer. These soldiers are consumables for their psychic charm. If they die, they die. Probably only the damage to the ironclad ship itself can make them feel sad."

After figuring this out, Carl immediately threw a punch at the enemy's psychic shield.

The kinetic energy carried by a six-meter-tall mecha in motion is no joke. The psychic who launched the sneak attack felt that his shield was on the verge of breaking.

After gritting his teeth and holding on for a moment, he flashed directly to the other end of the ship, intending to fight Carl at a distance.

But this is exactly what Carl wants to see.

The electromagnetic cannon just now was buffered before the mecha was summoned. Now if he wants to fire another one with the same power, he will have to wait for more than ten minutes.

'Three, two, one! Liquid nitrogen launch!'

After counting down secretly in his mind, white mist suddenly drifted out of the radiators all over the mecha.

The other two devices hanging behind him floated up, flashing blue and white light, and pieces of solid nitrogen were fired out like cannonballs.

Carl controlled the mecha and twisted the Sky Comet Dragon aircraft. The original dragon-shaped aircraft was immediately reorganized and turned into a battle axe that was very suitable for the mecha to wield.

The blade of the battle axe is the wings of the aircraft, and it can emit red flames when it is chopped.

In an instant, white mist enveloped the entire ironclad ship.

The fog was nothing to those with psychic powers, but the most basic soldiers could not see the direction at all.

Although they have been controlled by psionics and become slaves of the Ruiyi drow half-inspired spirits, these soldiers are not without the will to survive.

After a brief calm, they were finally overcome by fear and jumped to the bottom of the sea without thinking twice.

However, as the solid nitrogen that Carl continuously emitted began to take effect, the surrounding sea surface began to freeze rapidly.

Many soldiers were directly frozen into ice sculptures, and some even crashed into the ice, turning into red embellishments on this pure white land.

The more solid nitrogen was emitted, the brighter the red light surging on the mecha and the Sky Comet Dragon Axe became.

The heat energy generated by the compressed air was cleverly conducted by Carl into the mecha and used as an energy source to strengthen the mecha.

This would have been a fantasy in the past life without magic, and it even violated the law of conservation of energy.

Carl can do all this by using himself as the energy core of the mecha.

When the environment was constructed, the huge mecha suddenly moved in the cold white fog.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The heavy footsteps sounded like the death knell announcing the coming of death, ringing in the ears of every Ruiyi Droe soldier.

Hiding in the corner and trying to survive, they had no way of knowing Carl's exact location, let alone whether they could survive the next second. They just hid instinctively.

Realizing that his ship had been completely destroyed, the psionicist stationed here quickly made a decision - run!

Even the commander-in-chief of this battle was dead, and he alone couldn't do anything to Carl in the mecha. If he didn't run, would he stay and be killed by Carl? But just as he made the decision to escape, a spiritual energy suddenly locked onto him.

The psychic warlock instinctively released his psychic power in the direction to investigate the situation, but saw a mecha a hundred meters away holding a strange weapon and aiming at this side.

'Is he going to be able to launch an attack like that again so soon?'

As soon as this thought arose, the psychic warlock suddenly felt that his psychic shield was penetrated by something, and then his consciousness quickly dissipated.

On other ships in the distance, the soldiers responsible for observing the battle situation only saw the white fog suddenly roll violently, and then a strong wind blew up, blowing away most of the white fog.

At this time, the upper part of the entire ship had almost been flattened. The six-meter-tall mecha held the hull of the ironclad ship as a shield, holding a huge and strange musket in its left hand and a battle axe emitting red light in its right hand.

He was the only one standing on the boat.

Everyone immediately aimed at Carl again, trying to kill him.

But at this moment, Carl did something they had never expected. He actually jumped off the boat!

"Is he crazy? Something of that size would basically sink to the bottom if it jumped in. Could he... Wait! The sea surface! The sea surface is frozen!"

On another armored ship, the stationed psychic thought Carl was going to commit suicide, but suddenly noticed the frozen sea.

That was caused by the solid nitrogen that Carl fired before he launched the electromagnetic cannon again.

"Ha! I'm waiting for the sea to freeze over and freeze you in place. What are you waiting for?"

He raised the strange weapon in his hand again, and with a flash of lightning, a flying saucer-shaped projectile flew straight towards one of the ships.

However, this bullet was neither as powerful as the first shot nor as fast as the second shot.

It simply hit a somewhat difficult mana cannon and shattered several nearby soldiers.

It does take time to charge an electromagnetic cannon, and an electromagnetic cannon of the level that can fire the first shot does require a long period of charging, but if the requirements are lowered, this electromagnetic cannon can also have a rapid-fire mode.

Unfortunately, the mecha could only carry limited ammunition. After realizing that the power of the rapid-fire version was not to his liking, Carl decisively retracted it, then rushed towards the nearest armored ship with his shield and battle axe.

At the same time, the two floating guns behind him continued to emit solid nitrogen, further expanding the ice surface of the frozen ironclad ship.

"Fire! Fire! Stop him! He must be stopped!"

Seeing Carl rushing towards him, the psychic, who was far less cunning than his other colleagues, immediately gave orders to his men.

Now that the commander-in-chief and the vanguard were both dead, he didn't want to risk his life fighting with Carl.

"What a joke! Wasn't it said that this battle had been planned in advance? We only needed to reach the target location and destroy an old warship. Why did such a change happen?!"

As he roared, Carl jumped up from the ice.

The freezing speed of solid nitrogen exceeded his expectations. In such a short period of time, the ice layer condensed on the sea surface was enough for him to perform such a move.

As Carl landed, the soldiers on the ship launched a counterattack.

"Welcome to death!"

Swinging his battle axe, Carl swept across the place creating a bloody storm.

The mecha's cooling device was still releasing liquid nitrogen. The hull of the armored ship that was in contact with the mecha became extremely fragile under the ultra-low temperature. It would shatter like glass if one stomped one's feet hard.

Knowing that they could not deal with Carl, the psionicist on the ship immediately teleported away.

The rest of the ironclad ships also completely lifted the restrictions on their firepower, and countless shells whizzed towards this side.

"Damn it! I thought I could kill one more by fighting!"

Seeing that the enemy had seen through his plan, Carl quickly raised his shield to block the rain of artillery fire.

The ship he was on was sinking at an alarming rate, and he had to change ships again under attack.

The hull of the ironclad ship, which was made of ordinary alloy, was rapidly deformed by the artillery fire. Carl looked back at the ship that Hope and the others were on, then threw away his shield and launched another charge.

(End of this chapter)