Origin Paradise!

Viscount Druna frowned and walked over, demanding, "The battle isn't over yet. You'd better give me a reason for missing the opportunity."

"Sir, the guys who destroyed the vanguard ship are here."

The messenger turned his head stiffly, his face showing an expression that was hard to tell whether to laugh or cry.

Viscount Deluna first fixed his gaze on the Saint Lilith, which was moving sideways, then shifted his gaze, his pupils slightly contracting.

Less than five miles away, a gray warhorse was rapidly approaching, with rolling waves crashing to the left and right.

The man was clad in silver armor, each plate polished smooth as a mirror, reflecting the dim light of the stormy sea. In his hand was a silver spear with a long, straight shaft and an incomparably sharp tip, its blade gleaming with a chilling light, arcing in the air as if accompanied by a death whistle.

The warhorse beneath him was entirely gray, with smooth, satin-like fur and eight bizarre legs. Each hoofbeat caused the sea to churn. Its head was held high, its eyes seemed to burn with three-colored flames, and its mane danced wildly in the wind.

The knight traversed the sea as if it were flat land, causing the waves to recede.

Viscount Druna felt an unusual allure, but he was powerless to resist it. The figure was simply too fast; a distance of several miles was covered in the blink of an eye, and the other person was already incredibly close.

"Stand firm!" Viscount Deluna shouted instinctively.

clang! !

An unimaginable booming sound spread.

For a fleeting moment, it even drowned out the bursts of cannon fire.

On the Tulip, the rear admiral captain stared blankly as the silver-armored knight crashed straight into the bow of the enemy's vanguard secondary ship at a speed that was too fast to see.

White shockwaves rippled across the vacuum plane, the violent and savage impact nearly shattering the bow of the ship.

Inside the captain's cabin, terrifying kinetic energy reverberated. The messenger was sent flying, his head slamming into the wall and exploding into a watermelon-like shape, blood splattering everywhere. His body rolled into a corner, like a rag doll.

"The monster is coming!"

"Jump into the sea!"

"Why haven't the great knights arrived yet!"

As the eight-legged warhorse leaped onto the deck, chaos erupted on the vanguard ship. Viscount Druna had barely regained his footing when he saw a dazzling, dark red gun flash.

A piercing scream that seemed to shatter eardrums exploded.

The light from the Eighteen Wolf Smoke Guns swept from the bow to the stern of the vanguard ship, as if eighteen wolf shadows were appearing and disappearing. Each wolf shadow was equivalent to a full-force strike from the Eternal Regret Dragon Spear, with 20% of it being converted into penetrating damage. When combined, their power was unparalleled.

Under Viscount Deluna's watchful eye, the captain's cabin was split in two, or more accurately, the crack ran the length of the vanguard frigate.

The irreversible collapse began.

More than 800 soldiers jumped ship into the sea, some remained in place in fear, but many others launched a desperate attack on the powerful enemy.

Bang bang bang!

In an instant, the silver-armored figure seemed to appear in various parts of the deck, raising his hand to launch countless thrusts. Each of his thrusts was accompanied by a silvery-white light, and the arc of light enveloped the deck like a dense meteor shower.

Soldiers exploded into a bloody mist, the flintlock muskets' white powder bullets couldn't keep up with the enemy's speed, and five knight-level officers holding important positions died without a trace.

This was a bloody massacre.

Viscount Druna's face was full of hesitation. That decisive and swift thrust was a ruthless skill that must have been honed by countless killings. Knights, apprentice knights, and ordinary soldiers were all the same in front of the silver spear thrust; they were all just grass.

Should I run away?

"Perhaps we haven't reached the end of the road yet."

"I still have unfulfilled obligations."

Viscount Druna recalled the gunpowder depot, where thousands of barrels of white powder were piled up. Unless one was a titled knight, no one could escape death once it was successfully detonated, including himself.

A strong sense of chivalry prompted Viscount Drunner to take a step, but he had only gone a few dozen steps when a terrifying sound of hooves exploded in his ears.

Boom boom boom!

"The direction you want to go is very dangerous."

A cold voice came from beneath the silver full-body armor.

Viscount Druna drew his sword and turned back without the slightest fear. Having overcome his fear, sacrifice became a virtue of knighthood once again.

But Jiang He showed no pity.

With a simple, straightforward thrust, the captain's body exploded, his flesh turning into a crimson mist.

Boom boom boom!

The gray eight-legged warhorse quickly arrived at the armory. Its all-seeing eye took in the surrounding layout. This secondary ship was the vanguard ship's supply ship. Despite the pre-battle allocation, there were still many white gunpowder barrels.

Jiang He put them all away. Upgrading his Chaotic Explosion Engineer from Excellent to Perfect required the production of 100,000 Chaotic Bombs. He had produced more than 10,000 during the siege of the old gentleman, so there was still a considerable shortfall. However, white gunpowder existed in the world of sailing, so he should be able to upgrade it to its full potential before returning.

The premise is that it doesn't fail halfway through.

boom!

The armory walls exploded.

An elven man with long silver hair approached, brandishing a rapier. His clothes were not those of nobles or fleet soldiers, but rather the special battle attire of a royal family from a foreign city-state.

[Title: The Wandering Elf Prince]

[Challenge Level LV36]

[Silver Energy: 5056]

[Age: 208 years old]

[Elite Creatures of the Silver Age]

[Strength: 29]

[Constitution: 29]

[Agility: 35]

[Spirit: 34]

[Charm: 23]

[Skills: Silver Body, Lunar Sorcery, Knight's True Form: Silver Moon, Sword Master LV5, Knightly Virtue: Justice...]

[Equipment: A-grade Secret Treasure - Heart of the Ocean (grants continuous accumulation of life force on the ocean, allowing free movement) A-grade Secret Treasure - Sword of Spring Water (stores life force by collecting spring water from different regions, currently full)...]

[Moon Elf - Pureblood: Theoretical lifespan increased to a thousand years, energy value +2000, gains a 20% boost to all attributes under moonlight, attacks are imbued with moonlight, dealing 10% additional true damage, energy regeneration speed increased by 100%...]

[Note: A natural artist and poet, with an astonishing talent for the harmonica and songs, the elves' long lifespan makes them exceptionally "lazy." This prince, still young, is forced to leave his homeland to seek a solution due to the withering of the Tree of Life, while also searching for his deceased sister's child—Lor.]

Executive-level intelligence for rapid response.

The elven prince, bursting into the armory, raised his longsword and brought it down. Unlike the counterfeit Moonbeam displayed by the Chosen One, Lor, the silver light flowing on the longsword had a deadly chilling quality.

Unfortunately, the other person is currently at full power, moving at an unpredictable speed, and their all-seeing eye has already detected the other's arrival.

boom!

A spear tip, though launched later, struck the elven prince in the chest before the sword could land.

The spear pierced through without any resistance, and the wound quickly rotted and withered, with extremely potent toxins spreading. However, within an instant, the immense life force accumulated by the two A-grade treasures repaired the damage, and the Heart of the Ocean pendant only dimmed slightly.

The Elf Prince was somewhat shocked by the terrifying damage inflicted by the spear. The Heart of the Sea was an essential tool for saving the Tree of Life, containing immense life force derived from decades of sea voyages. A single spear thrust had caused significant damage, an attack capable of severely injuring him.

The enemy's strength exceeded expectations.

But the Elf Prince did not give up his strategy of trading injury for life.

The Moonlit Sword continued its downward strike.

clang!

The blade pierced the Overlord Armor, but only by a mere half inch. Without the A-grade secret treasure of the Silver Sword Rosard, which has a special attack against armor-type defenses, the Moonlit Longsword appeared weak and powerless.

boom!

Jiang He fired another shot in a flash, shattering half of the enemy's face.

The Elf Prince retreated rapidly, his surging life force repairing the damage. He looked at the silver-armored knight before him with great apprehension, and the Heart of the Ocean pendant dimmed once more.

“I am a member of the royal family of the city-state, and I currently serve as a vice admiral in the noble allied fleet. You smell of moon elf blood on you. Tell me…”

Before he could finish speaking, a spear came flying at him.

The cold, menacing edge of the gun leaves no room for escape.

The silver-armored figure rode a gray eight-legged warhorse at lightning speed. Jiang He had no interest in talking to the other party. Since weapons had been brought up, there was no need for further words.

……

Heavy, leaden-gray clouds loomed over the sea, making it resemble a undulating, somber lead plate. Two massive fleets sailed side by side like long, steel serpents.

The flames looked particularly menacing against the backdrop of dark clouds. The entire sea was illuminated by the cannon fire, with shells trailing orange-red flames as they flew back and forth. A third-class destroyer of the noble allied fleet was hit by dozens of shells at the same time, and the bow was instantly blown apart. Fragments of planks flew everywhere, accompanied by the screams of the sailors. Seawater rushed in, and the ship tilted sharply.

At the very front of the battle line, next to the half-sunken vanguard ship.

The vanguard auxiliary ship has also been paralyzed and broken.

The Aurora, the only remaining ship in the lead group, was met with fierce gunfire from directly in front.

Rumble!

One shell after another was ejected from the gun port.

Regardless of how the Aurora turned, the St. Lilith always kept its side facing the bow.

The captain of the Aurora was already feeling a chill run down his spine. If one considered their own ships as the origin, then the enemy ships were moving in a stable circular motion. Due to the different angles of the two sides, the difference in the complexity of the commands was like heaven and earth.

This is the famous circular tactic, which allows lower-level ships to gain a firepower advantage over higher-level ships. In short, it is about using navigation skills to defeat the stronger enemy. This usually happens when exploration academy instructors and freshmen practice.

The cycle repeats three times, with the cannon firing twelve rounds.

The Aurora was paralyzed and half-submerged, completely powerless to fight back.

From the air, the three vanguard ships of the lead fleet lay like giant reefs across the sea, with the St. Lilith and the Tulip further blocking the enemy's advance.

Sailing ships on the open sea are propelled by the wind, making it extremely difficult to change course over short distances.

On the flagship of the Northern Fleet, the White Rose, Earl Rock was overjoyed. The enemy noble fleet was slowing down, and the vanguard was almost piled up at a dangerous distance.

"The vanguard ship will adjust to the northwest for twenty quarters of an hour. After ten salvos, it will move in and engage them in boarding combat!"

The commander's orders were quickly transmitted to the entire fleet via flag signals. The enemy fleet slowed down as a whole, which meant that our artillery could be more easily aimed and hit, which was a huge advantage.

Rumble!

The continuous shelling came, and several shells struck the bridge of the enemy's third-class destroyer. Sparks flew, walls shattered, and in the ensuing sea of ​​fire, the screams of the noble allied fleet soldiers were mercilessly swallowed by the explosions.

Shells rained down like a storm, and more than a dozen warships were hit on the sides by multiple shells. The black oak hulls, which were as hard as steel, were torn apart like paper, exposing the internal compartments. Fires raged and black smoke billowed straight into the sky.

With ten salvos, several enemy warships began to list, and seawater surged into the breach. With a sudden, muffled bang, an ammunition depot was detonated, and the entire warship exploded like a volcano, its hull shattering into pieces. The wreckage, carrying countless sailors' bodies, was thrown high into the air and then crashed heavily back into the sea.

call!

The wind was raging.

Count Rock stepped out of the captain's cabin, his greatsword drawn from its sheath, his eyes gradually turning blood red.

By this point in the battle, our side had lost two destroyers and five frigates, and suffered more than 3,000 casualties.

The enemy lost six destroyers and sixteen frigates, suffering more than 10,000 casualties.

A three-fold casualty ratio is already a major victory.

"I won't let you go without leaving a fleet of warships to cover your retreat." Count Rock drew his sword and slashed, the massive sword, several meters high, cleaving through the sea, its target the enemy flagship—the Wyatt.

boom!

The captain of the Wyatt leaped to his feet, wielding the True Form Shield with both hands to fight back with all his might, but the elite Grand Knight was not strong enough to face the Rock Earl.

The sword shattered the shield's true form, severed the Great Knight's construct armor, and left a conspicuous, huge wound on the Wyatt's captain's chest.

"Out of control."

Count Rock sneered and unleashed another sword strike. A massive rock form rose behind him, making the sword strike exceptionally resilient. When the rock form entered its third stage, it would be able to generate various powerful abilities.

The true form of the rock remains intact.

Ouch! !

Suddenly, on the enemy flagship, a three-headed giant wolf appeared in its true form. Its three heads bit the sword and slashed at it. They were locked in a stalemate until the wolf finally shattered.

A middle-aged nobleman with a resolute appearance came to the ship's railing.

Duke Wyatt, a pinnacle Grand Knight, possesses the true form of a three-headed wolf, a family heirloom.