Chapter 1135: Chapter 792: Coastal Free-for-All (Part 2)
More tentacles covered in mucus are spreading upwards, searching for prey.
"Fire! Fire!!" the captain roared.
Several secondary cannons began to roar, but the effect was limited. The tentacles of the octopus monster had incredibly strong regenerative abilities, and their mucus seemed to slightly corrode the anti-magic alloy.
At the same time, a smaller, bone-plated, serpent-like sea beast suddenly shot out from the sea, slamming into the hull of a large transport ship like a battering ram!
Thud!!!
The dull impact made the whole ship emit a metal groan that set everyone’s teeth on edge.
The transport ships were the most "clumsy" existence in the fleet, loaded with a large quantity of supplies and adventurers. They sacrificed defense firepower for carrying capacity and only had a few magic power rapid-fire cannons installed at key points of the hull.
They could still handle smaller sea beasts without issue.
But these gigantic beasts were larger than the transport ships themselves, and were completely unaffected by such firepower.
Now, faced with successive waves of sea beasts and the bizarre tsunamis rising up, it was obvious they were stretched thin.
"Support the flank! Target the transport ship ’Oak’! Magic Cannon! Quick!" came the urgent command from the flagship bridge.
A main cannon slowly turned to blast the serpent-like sea beast that struck the transport ship, temporarily driving it away, but the transport ship’s hull already had visible dents and cracks.
Sea water was rushing in through the fissures.
Relying solely on the Night Watcher’s ships wouldn’t suffice.
The tentacles clinging to the hull and the groups of small sea beasts attempting to jump directly onto the deck posed the most imminent threat.
It wasn’t only the Night Watcher taking action.
Everyone was taking action.
"Brothers! Sisters! If you don’t want to be fish feed, don’t just stand there!"
Hog was the first to react. The Beastman Warrior with gigantic tusks let out a terrifying roar, and his Giant Axe cut down with a fearsome rush of wind.
Crunch!
A tentacle, as thick as a bucket, reaching up to the edge of his deck, was cleaved halfway through, spraying him with foul and viscous black blood.
"Chop up these damn fish!"
Wolf also reacted, extending his claws and tearing frenziedly at another tentacle trying to coil around the mast!
Instantly, the adventurers aboard awakened from horror and chaos; the instinct for survival overpowered everything.
Human Warriors roared as they formed battle formations, using shields to brace the deck’s edge, thrusting Long Spears and swords viciously at those trying to climb up, meeting writhing tentacles and bone fins.
Elf Mage Lia swiftly chanted, and a rapidly cooling ice-blue stream precisely enveloped a group of slippery suction cup fish that had just climbed onto the deck, freezing them in place.
"Mustache men! Load those deadly cannon positions!" Old Dwarf Bono, while smashing a sneaky spiked tentacle with his runed Heavy Hammer, shouted to the Dwarf gunners operating the small Magic Energy Cannons.
Not all Dwarves had joined the Night Watcher, but a considerable number had, thus their entire race had received the Night Watcher’s favor.
For example, adventurer groups founded or Dwarves not joined the Night Watcher could also obtain some purchasing rights for Magic Power Weapons.
After all, these weapons were destined to be comprehensively armed and delegated, naturally, they couldn’t be kept hidden.
Several young Dwarves immediately capitalized on their agility and compactness to quickly transport the heavy Magic Energy Cannonballs.
"Make way, make way! Watch the fire!"
Half-Elf Coke carried a jar of pungent Alchemy grease, darting agilely like a mole through the chaotic throng of legs, precisely dousing it on the slickest, most climbable spots, causing the subsequent sea beasts to slip and fall into the water.
The Sentinel Kura moved like a ghost along the deck edge, his Short Spear piercing through the core of a small, jellyfish-like deep-sea monster trying to leap aboard, instantly reducing it to ashes.
The Stone Giant heir Thor guarded the transport ship’s relatively fragile stern.
Using his massive and solid body as a Shield, he fended off the attacks and bites of the small sea beasts, and every swing of his Heavy Hammer plowed open a patch of deck, smashing the charging sea beasts into pulp.
The battle instantly reached a fever pitch.
The screams, the sound of weapons chopping through shells, the roaring spells, the bellowing cannon fire, the sea beast roars, the crash of waves against the hull... all weaved into a deadly symphony of metallic storm.
The thick sea beast blood, melted ice blocks, burning grease, and drifting gun smoke blended with the salty stench of seawater, filling everyone’s nostrils.
The atmosphere truly plummeted from paradise to Hell in an instant.
Having barely glimpsed the shore and nearly landed, they encountered such a crisis.
This made many adventurers, seemingly unprepared mentally, realize what their expedition truly entailed.
Made them understand, even with the Night Watcher’s Blessing, even possessing power they had only imagined before, they wouldn’t hold much advantage facing Tariel Continent.
What ought to have been learned on land was taught at sea.
The Night Watcher’s fleet relied on the flagship’s powerful firepower core and solid hull to engage the most formidable few Deep Sea Giant Beasts directly.
The flagship’s mighty Magic Power Cannons, though unable to instantly deal fatal blows to these sea beasts.
Multiple uses, under precise control, aimed at attacks at the wound, still inflicted severe injuries on these sea beasts.
In normal seas, these sea beasts might have long retreated due to excessively severe injuries, but this was Tariel.
A place made even crazier and more dangerous after the Plague of Rats.
These sea beasts, when facing the forces of the Order Side, plunged into madness.
This madness had long made them discard the instinctive fear biologically.
Boom!
Many did not know when the sky became overcast with clouds.
Sturdy bolts of lightning cut across the sky, striking the sea beasts.
Lurik, at this moment, floated mid-air surrounded by electric light, brandishing his runed hammer, guiding these lightning strikes.
But sometimes an overly exaggerated size allowed these sea beasts to fully withstand strong attacks.
The power of the thunderbolt wasn’t weak.
Yet the sea beasts, given their colossal size and sheer number, continued their frenzied attacks after enduring the lightning strike.
On the other side.
Numerous sea beasts, reinforced by Chaos Magic Power, fearless of death, and terrible enormous waves infused with chaotic energy pulses continued to crash against every defensive line of the fleet.
The decks of the large transport ships became a flesh mill, with adventurers using their will to survive and a bit of the camaraderie developed during the journey to exhibit astonishingly chaotic but effective combat prowess.
Mortally struggling against those crazed clinging sea beasts.
Their Weapons slashed through resilient shells, Magic bloomed dazzling death blossoms on monster bodies, and unwieldy Giants shattered fragile bone spurs...
For a moment, neither the sea beasts nor the expedition party seemed able to overpower the other.
The battlefield formed a precarious stalemate.
A tense situation like taut strings, with every inch of seawater potentially harboring fresh threats, and every inch of deck capable of instantly devouring life.
Some smaller exploratory ships had already been sunk by waves, struck down by giant tentacles, or various inexplicable extensive attacks amid the chaos.
The only solace was that the main large transport ships, through their exaggerated size, remained unyielding in this naval battle.
Though some suffered severe damage already, becoming pitted and uneven, even catching fire, they still stood firm.
Swaying with the waves, there was no indication they’d sink.
And the exaggerated flagship faced directly the most powerful few sea beasts.
The Night Watcher’s Magic Cannons and Energy Barriers formed the fleet’s skeleton, while on board, thousands of self-organized adventurers filled the defensive gaps with their flesh and skill.
Both sides were exhausting their resources and bleeding.
Victory’s scales violently swung amidst the whirlpool of chaotic energy and the bloody salty sea.
"This isn’t working; our disadvantage at sea is too great, and we can’t afford the loss even if a single large transport ship sinks."
Breathing heavily, Lurik, already out of his Thunderbolt Status, shouted.
"Don’t panic, this time the Night Watcher expedition prepared for so long, with various plans.
Even in such crises, there’s no need to worry; support is on its way."
And as those words fell.
A silver streak sliced through the sky.
