"Fire on the side!"

The order was issued, and the red flag was waved.

White waves rose, and noise came from warships in the offshore area.

Many gunners who had been waiting for a long time quickly turned the big steel guy in front of them. The rough base rubbed against the steel and made a sharp sound. The deep muzzle aimed at the distance and rushed towards the red wave.

Then a dull roar sounded, and around the ship's side with a strong smell of gunpowder, huge turrets were like hungry beasts, making heavy roars.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, artillery fire roared!

The scorching and dazzling flames bloomed on the side of the warship, and steel shells were wrapped in terrifying temperatures, twisting the air, and falling into the red waves.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The undercurrent and red waves stagnated for a moment.

The huge waves jumped high, mixed with colorful and strange blood, overflowing and spraying.

Soon, dense corpses of abyss sea monsters floated on the sea level, like discarded garbage, rising and falling with the waves.

In the endless roar, countless shells were pouring out like heavy rain, bombing the Red Sea tide.

However, for the abyss monsters who have lost their minds, these are not enough to make them retreat. The surging red waves maintain the rhythm they should have and move forward with the waves.

"Fill the shells!"

“Cool the turret!”

A warship covered with iron armor was shouting. The seemingly panic situation was maintained, but the order should be maintained. A powerful pirate named Kong Wu quickly lifted the bucket, watered the sea water, and cooled the high-temperature fort.

Then, a companion holding heavy artillery shells were filled with shells flashing rune light towards the deep muzzle.

"Pooh!"

The pirate leader in armor spitted out a mouthful of saliva, smelling the rich smell of gunpowder around him, and looked at the approaching Red Sea tide with a ferocious expression.

For these abyss monsters, the damage caused by ordinary shells can only bring pain, and only a intensive bombing just now can cause enough death.

"Hehe, before that, maybe we would have to waste a lot of ammunition." The pirate leader looked down at the filled-in turret, and a terrifying smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Try these new guys, Hex shells!"

"Fire me!"

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

Inside the pitch-black turret, precision gears rub violently. The runes engraved on the surface of the shell were like ice creams that encountered water, melting rapidly, and pouring into the inside of the shell.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The side turret roared again, and the deep muzzle instantly emitted a touch of blue light, illuminating the hull stained with black gunpowder, illuminating the rough faces of the pirates, and illuminating the huge black hull.

The next moment!

The hull was shaken, the white waves danced, and the bright and thick blue light directly crossed the distance of the space, and suddenly burst into the red wave.

Within the field of vision, the red waves evaporated and the gray-white water vapor spread.

The abyss monsters hidden under the sea level were exposed one after another, with scales, flesh, bones, and all defense methods like fragile paper, which could not withstand the bombardment of blue light, and all melted away.

From a distance, the surging red waves were curbed.

And it fades away the red itself at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving behind sea levels that refract mottled colors.

“A boring trick!”

Planck retracted his gaze. The ending of the battlefield in the distance was destined. The abyss sea monsters that had been baptized by countless shells covered the offshore areas, and the wriggling flesh and blood corpses looked a little disgusting.

He was a little curious inside, why did many deep-sea forces retreat in the abyss attack?

These killing monsters active in the bottomless abyss cannot cause any trouble to the pirates under his command, and they cannot even be considered intense training.

"The guys who are dominated by gods have no future!"

Planck turned his head and patted the Noxus Navy officer on the shoulder beside him, and whispered: "I've left the finishing work to you, don't let go of those good materials."

After saying that, Planck left the deck with a relaxed pace and returned to the captain's room.

As soon as he entered the room, he noticed a strange look. His cold eyes surrounded the room, wooden chairs on both sides, dark red carpets, his own desk...

"Huh?" Planck's expression moved, and he saw a black letter lying quietly on his desk.

Very unfamiliar postmark, but it has a sense of familiarity.

A golden giant sword was standing behind the shield, and the white wings on both sides stretched out, as if they were hugging something.

If it weren't for the scent of shadows on the edge of the letter paper, he thought someone had invaded the room.

Planck passed over the wooden table, under the seat behind him, and picked up the letter paper on the table and opened it. The content inside made him shiver.

“Has it started?”

......

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The door of sorrow.

The northern portal of Valoran.

This is a military fortress built on the cliffs of the mountainside. The bitter cold wind freezes through the hard towering city walls.

Looking down from a high altitude, the mountain range where the Gate of Sadness is located is the tail spreading from the Renver Mountains. Except for the only mountain road before the race, the other directions are huge mountains covered with snow all year round.

The cold weather, the difficult roads, became a natural barrier to the door of sorrow, and they were enough to break any idea of ​​the legion's advancement.

Although a few years ago, the battle with the plague-loathing god Grelas destroyed most of the buildings of the Gate of Sadness, after Ash received the fortress, his soldiers under his command re-formed new defenses.

The bitter cold wind blew across the solid city walls, and a few wisps of snowflakes rose and fell slowly.

Wearing a heavy blue cloak, Ashe was patrolling along the snow-covered city walls, every Avarosa soldier he encountered would pay high respects to the war mother.

Perhaps because of the extremely cold weather, the Gate of Sadness is rarely attacked by the demons of the abyss.

Occasionally there were sporadic attacks, and the number was not too large. Before I could get close to the fortress, I had already died under the arrow of the Avarosa archer.

Back to the main fort, as soon as I opened the door, a warm hot wind came to dispel the cold.

Ashe stopped and looked at the corner of the shadow with cold eyes. A shadow wanderer was waiting silently, holding a black letter in his hand.

"Take hands over the affairs in your hands and return to the Immortal Fortress immediately."

After reading the contents of the letter, Ashe let out a light breath, and a faint smile appeared on Baibi's flawless face: "Notify Sezhunni, and... Lord Wallybel, we have something to do."

"yes!"

The guards at the door took the order and left, facing the falling wind and snow, they rushed out of the fortress quickly in agile shape.

......

......

Deep in the Renver Mountains, the center of Valoran.

Laxtak Fortress.

Although Modrian's decision made the Lakstack Fortress lose its important position in the past, the fortress still maintains a heavy and solemn architectural style, and the merchants who come and go have inner respect for the fortress.

Compared with ordinary leaders, businessmen have traveled around the world all year round and have long seen scenes of purgatory outside.

The raging demons of the abyss, the exploiting nobles, the violent guardians, and the dark side of the intelligent creatures are undoubtedly exposed, and the remaining humans are in dire straits.

The quiet and peaceful scenes in Valoran's lord are particularly rare to the outside world, like a paradise.

At the bottom of the fortress, a layer of passage lit candles came from a faint spatial fluctuation, which was the abyss passage to the seventh abyss: the Abyss of Original Sin.

A few ripples appeared in the picture that looked like transparent ripples, and the bloody red energy mixed with the breath of sulfur filled the passage.

Buzz! Buzz!

Space fluctuates and the picture flickers.

A handsome young man wearing a crimson robe with long red hair and deep eyes appeared in the passage, and there was almost no other color seen from him except for red.

After waiting for a while, two familiar figures appeared again behind the red-haired young man.

The Lord of Purgatory Flame Petrick, a evil red dragon from the tenth level of the abyss: the Red Lotus Abyss, was captured by Modrian during the abyss attack a few years ago.

Frost Whisperer Ogster, the legendary dragon lich who once plagued the Stoke Kingdom, also became a follower of Modrian a few years ago.

However, Modrian considered their identities and, in his heart, arranged for them to stay in the abyss of original sin with other considerations.

"Mr. Vladimir, is there anything wrong with returning to the Immortal Fortress this time?" Frost whisperer Ogster lowered his eyes and asked softly.

"Huh?" Vladimir stopped, tilted his head, and looked at the dragon lich behind him with interest.
Chapter completed!