People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 722: Attacking the Ship

Vina swung her sword to cut off the incoming crossbow arrow, then frowned slightly.

After getting used to the weight of the hammer, she still felt a little uncomfortable with the lightness of the Breath of Kings.

But these minor problems did not affect her mood.

"Everyone, follow up. While our friendly forces are coming to support us, kill the Sarkaz on this secondary ship in one fell swoop and take back the secondary ship!"

Vina raised the Breath of Kings and shouted, then took the lead and continued to charge.

"Vina, be careful!" Morgan followed closely behind her and whispered a reminder.

"Miss Morgan is right!"

The poet in the gray top hat, who was picked up by Vina on the road, quickly chimed in.

At this moment, the poet was wrapped in bandages all over his body, and one of his legs was a little inflexible when he ran, looking extremely miserable.

However, the poet did not care about it. Instead, he felt fortunate to have survived the disaster.

He didn't know what his fate was. He was originally being watched as a dangerous person in Windermere's team. After the time turbulence broke out, he was teleported to a group of Sarkaz, who beat him so hard that he almost doubted his life.

After finally escaping, he saw this secondary ship and thought of sneaking in to see what was going on, but he found a larger group of Sarkaz inside.

As expected, he was beaten again. The poet escaped with a limp and finally met the team led by Vina.

At that moment, the poet felt closer to Vina than seeing his own mother. He almost hugged Vina's thighs and cried about all the grievances he had suffered along the way.

The result was that after Vina learned about the situation of the deputy ship, she immediately proposed to lead the team to fight back.

The poet now just wants to escape from this sad place, but the order given to him by Kaster is to always follow Vina and try his best to make friends with her.

Seeing Vina glance at him and then charge forward with her head down, the poet wailed in his heart.

He dragged his injured leg, which was not very flexible, but his speed was no slower than anyone else. He followed Vina closely all the way, helping her to block the crossbow arrows and Originium skills from time to time.

The Victorian soldiers gathered by Vina in the rear did not have as many ideas as the poet. When they recognized Vina, who was holding the national sword, as their temporary commander, their duty as soldiers required them to hand over their lives and everything to Vina.

In this battle, unless Windermere gave them direct orders, they were Vena's soldiers.

Vina's action of leading by example also successfully ignited the fighting spirit of these soldiers.

A group of people broke through the Sarkaz's defensive offensive like a hot knife through butter and poured into the gap created by Windermere's Originium cannon.

In the long and narrow passage of the battleship, without the obstruction of the group of Sarkaz on the deck, Vina and others' forward speed increased again.

But the poet looked around and then looked at Morgan, and both of them could see the worry in each other's eyes.

"It's too easy." Morgan said in a deep voice.

"Again, the Sarkaz are just poorly educated, but they are definitely not fools." The poet echoed, "They must understand that it is impossible to defend such a large warship with only a team of more than 50 people."

Vina, who was at the front, also slowed down her pace and frowned:

"It's indeed strange. Even if the Sarkaz's firepower was shared due to Windermere's support, it was too easy. Why didn't the Sarkaz use those Originium cannons from beginning to end?"

"Could it be that they haven't had time to take control yet?" Morgan tried to analyze.

"Not really." The poet objected, "The use of the Originium Cannon is not complicated. At most, it may be due to lack of familiarity, resulting in poor accuracy and easy explosion. But it is definitely not impossible that we cannot even figure out how to fire."

After saying that, he looked at Vina seriously and suggested in a low voice:

"Your Highness, it is not appropriate to be greedy for merit. I will take you and Miss Morgan to retreat first, and let the other soldiers continue to advance."

Vina's grip on Breath of Kings tightened slightly.

As the poet and Morgan watched, Vina gave the order:

"Morgan, go and inform the other soldiers of the situation. Tell them to slow down and not rush to charge. First, spread out to find out the situation of the ship and be ready to retreat at any time.

Then you leave immediately and find Mandra who I arranged outside, and ask her to prepare to fly to the deck with the Originium technique to meet me and the poet."

poet:???

"Vina, you can't do such a risky thing. Your identity must not be in jeopardy!" Morgan exclaimed.

"Morgan, I'm not some so-called king now. I'm just an ordinary person fighting for Victoria."

Vina said firmly, "With the poet here, I will be fine. You have seen his escape technique."

The poet pulled at the brim of his hat twice, feeling miserable but unable to express himself.

Your Highness, how do you think I learned how to escape?

Morgan wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Vina:

"Trust me, and trust Mandela."

Morgan was a little anxious when faced with the tough Vina, but he didn't know how to dissuade her.

A sigh came from the poet's mouth.

He patted Morgan on the shoulder and nodded, “Go ahead, even if you are Her Highness’s think tank, you cannot disobey her orders.

Today, let me risk my life to accompany His Highness. Whether I will be hung on the wall or given an official title in the future depends on this time!"

Morgan: "..."

Vina smiled and without wasting any more time, she sped up again and rushed towards the depths of the ship's passage.

The poet followed closely beside her, concentrating all his attention on helping Vina to be alert to her surroundings.

But the two of them moved forward all the way, going straight up the stairs to the deck of the ship without encountering any hindrance.

"Your Highness, I am now certain that this is definitely a trap." The poet said with a wry smile.

"We're already here, we can only keep moving forward." Vina gritted her teeth.

The poet also understood this, and swung his arm blade to split open the door leading to the deck in front of him.

Wind mixed with Originium dust blew in from behind the door.

Vina and the poet quickly dodged.

"Your Highness, this is going to be fun."

The poet saw the situation on the deck outside and felt his eyes go dark.

Fine Originium dust floated on the deck with the wind. The Sarkaz were covered with hideous Originium crystal clusters, but they seemed to not care at all and continued to use their Originium skills desperately.

Noticing Vina and the other two rushing over, the Sarkaz waved their hands and mindlessly threw the Originium skills condensed by overdrawing their lives.

The poet immediately used his arm blade to cut the ceiling, opening a passage, and then pulled Vina out from above and onto the deck.

Then the two of them looked even gloomier.

"The turbulence is dissipating." Vina murmured.

"Your Highness, it looks like I'm going to be hung on the wall."

The poet smiled bitterly and said, "Not only has the turbulence ended, this secondary ship is clearly in the center of the natural disaster summoned by the Sarkaz. We... came to the front of their shooting range and put our faces in their weapons."

In the gloomy sky, the rules that were originally changed by the power of authority are returning to normal. The rolled-back disaster clouds condense into a funnel-shaped vortex, with the tip pointing directly at the battlefield here.

Vina withdrew her gaze and looked back at the Sarkaz on the deck.

They were already on their deathbed, their bodies continuously disintegrating into more Originium dust, becoming the freshest active Originium on this land, and also the most sensitive beacon in the event of a natural disaster.

"Hey, you two, stop looking at the scenery!"

Mandela's shout came from the edge of the deck.

She used her Originium skills to fight against the increasingly violent hurricane, and tried her best to rush to where Vina and the others were.

"Follow me and run for your life. This secondary ship is an oversized Originium bomb!" Mandela was obviously a little furious, and her voice was a little sharp. "Those crazy Sarkaz dismantled all the Originium equipment on the ship and piled them all in the ship's core energy warehouse.

Once the natural disaster strikes, these source stones will explode, and this battlefield will be razed to the ground!"

The successive bad news made Vina and the poet look extremely ugly. They knew that they could not delay any longer and rushed to Mandela immediately.

When the three were about to meet, an arrow condensed from green fluid pierced through Mandela's shoulder.

Mandela screamed, lost control of his Originium technique and fell heavily onto the deck.

"Unfortunately, if you want to leave, you need to leave behind the Breath of Kings."

The shapeshifter turned into a fluid and surged up from the edge of the deck, putting Vina and the other two in a dilemma by itself.

Vina immediately growled, "Don't even think about it!"

The shapeshifter said calmly, "Please don't be impulsive, young lion king, I am willing to let you go out of kindness.

If you cling to the Breath of the Kings, it will become ownerless when the disaster strikes, and I can use other individuals to recycle it."

"I will destroy it before I die, or I will destroy it in front of you."

Vina remained unmoved and placed the Breath of Kings in front of the poet: "Don't hesitate, destroy it. If the Breath of Kings falls into the hands of the Sarkaz, there will be endless troubles!"

The poet looked at Veena in disbelief.

Even the shapeshifter was a little surprised.

They didn't expect that after just a short time of not seeing the young lion, it would become so courageous and brave enough to make decisions.

The poet looked at the Breath of Kings that stood before him, took a deep breath, and then resolutely swung his arm blade to cut it down.

As a result, his powerful attack missed the target and almost hurt his old waist which had been tortured for a long time.

poet:?

Shapeshifter: ?

Vina: "No, you really did it!"

Under the puzzled gazes of the poet and the shapeshifter, Vina sighed:

"I was thinking of trying to hold out against the shapeshifter for a while. How come you can't follow my train of thought?"

"But...what's the point of continuing in this stalemate?" the poet was puzzled.

The shapeshifter was also confused, then suddenly realized something and looked up at the sky.

Vina smiled:

"The damn turbulence is over, and this is still the epicenter of the Scourge, plus a bunch of someone's favorite snacks.

It's time for us to strike back, Sarkaz!"

Even Mandela reacted at this moment, covering the wound on his shoulder and shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Dad Qi Yan, save me!"

Shapeshifter: "...It's over, you can still call me daddy?!"

In the cloudy sky, a red light appeared from the end of the sight and approached in the blink of an eye.

The scarlet blood wings behind Qi Yan became the only bright color in this gray world, like a bloody scalpel, cutting through the natural disaster and suddenly slashing on the ship.