The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　Most of the Imperial defenses that had just been rebuilt at sea were destroyed within a week, and the bandits were rapidly approaching the coast.

　No one could have imagined that the Golden Fleet, the pride of the Empire, could be destroyed by pirates with such devastating force.

　The Golden Fleet boasted of conquering the sea, but this time, their enemy was the sea itself.

　"boom!"

　Amidst the flashes of thunder, the Typhoon Fleet had entered the range of the Imperial Navy's naval guns.

　This time, the Ocean Archon retracted all the Imperial sea defense lines and rushed straight towards the Typhoon Fleet, ready to capture the Typhoon in one fell swoop.

　He believed that with the death of Delem Kans, the Typhoon Fleet would also collapse.

　"All ships open fire." The Archon ordered.

　Strings of flames exploded between the storm and the sea, whistling through the gray clouds and smashing into the typhoon fleet below.

　"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

　The wind burst out from the outline of the typhoon fleet,

　The sea turned into a physical storm, blowing the ironclad fleet's hail of bullets away.

　Many three-masted sailing ships were hit by cannonballs, their fragile wooden outlines were torn apart in an instant, and then torn into pieces by the surging waves.

　At the same time, the Typhoon Fleet also launched a counterattack. The strong wind carried the cannons and roared in, forming a sudden rain under the gray clouds.

　In this way, the two fleets exchanged fire with each other, and the rain of artillery intertwined in the wind and rain, painting the sea into a chaotic painting of red and gray.

　"boom----"

　The artillery fire hit the portholes and was blocked by the starlight shield, but the violent impact still made everyone on the bridge stagger.

　Aruhus was the only one who stood steadily. He stared out the porthole. As the distance between the two sides got closer, his expression became more and more serious.

　The artillery bombardment did not cause any casualties on either side. The Typhoon Fleet rode the storm and actually fought a draw with the Golden Fleet!

　If they continued to consume each other, the sea would not favor the Golden Fleet, and Aruhes knew this.

　When the stronghold in the Jiankai Islands was destroyed, the navy received some strange cries for help, which vaguely mentioned vague words such as "tentacles" and "lightning".

　Considering that the Pale Angel had previously invaded the dreams of the Imperials, there was most likely divine guidance behind this matter.

　This is also why Aruhus has to go into battle personally, because this is no longer a war between countries, but an agent of God who is expanding His will.

　"Full speed," Aruhes drew the scimitar from his waist, "let's crash into the Typhoon."

　"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

　On the deck of the Typhoon, Delem Kans played the bone flute, and one cannon after another burst out with performance far beyond average under the influence of the strong wind.

　His skin was covered with scales. Not only him, but all the sailors on the ship were covered with scales, like standing fish.

　Whenever a cannon was about to land on the Typhoon, the Pirate King would play the bone flute, stirring up a gust of wind to deflect the cannon.

　In this way, the two fleets intertwined and began a close-range boarding battle—

　"Boom boom boom boom——"

　At this distance, the wind cannot stop the artillery, and the starlight shield is more fragile.

　Casualties soon occurred. An ironclad ship exploded under the multi-faceted bombardment of three or four three-masted sailing ships, and these three or four three-masted sailing ships were quickly overwhelmed by the ironclad ship's hail of bullets.

　The Typhoon shuttled through the torrent of steel, its hull approaching the Golden Fleet in an extremely aggressive manner, and its artillery fired almost directly at the opponent's starlight shield.

　"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

　One ironclad ship after another sank under the Typhoon's almost berserker-like fighting style. Whenever the Typhoon's hull was damaged, the strong wind would immediately rush up to fill it and prevent water from entering the hull.

　In just fifteen minutes, the Typhoon sank dozens of Iron Sword ships!

　An encirclement suddenly appeared in front of them. Huge iron guns extended from the hulls of three ironclad ships. Flames ignited on the brass gun tips, and white steam emerged in the rainstorm.

　They attacked from three different directions, clearly planned!

　Seeing this, Delem calmly raised his flute and played a rapid melody.

　Just as the collision was about to happen, the entire Typhoon suddenly flew up into the sky under the support of the strong wind.

　"boom----"

　The three ironclad ships collided with each other, their armor burst, and they were knocked all over the place.

　Before they could come to their senses, the Typhoon crashed straight down amid Delem Kans's wild laughter.

　"boom"

　Carried away by the strong wind, the Typhoon directly smashed the three ironclad ships to pieces. Flames mixed with scrap metal exploded and disappeared in a flash in the heavy rain and strong wind.

　Amidst the sea of ​​steel and fire, only the Typhoon remained firmly anchored on the stormy sea.

　Delem Kans turned around and watched the ironclad ships and the Typhoon Fleet fighting each other. As he watched the steel behemoths sink into the sea, the expression on his face became more and more arrogant.

　"Landlubbers! Have you ever seen a shark? Have you ever faced a shark?" he roared. "Get back on land! You stupid hyenas! The sea is not your battlefield!"

　As soon as he finished speaking, he was thrown to the deck by a huge force and his vision went black.

　""

　An unknown amount of time passed, but when Delem came to his senses, his face was pressed against the deck, and the smell of sea water and blood mixed together.

　The sound of fighting continued in his ears. He struggled to get up. In his blurred vision, he saw clusters of black shadows on the deck trembling with each other, and blocks of black and red were smeared in the rain.

　The Typhoon was being held tightly by countless steel cables, and beside it, a gigantic ship was slowly emerging from the blazing door, with white mist rising from the sea.

　The Imperial flagship, the Howl.

　A flaming door opened on the deck, and a tall figure in bronze armor stepped onto the deck, with flames burning on the scimitar in his hand.

　Aruhus killed the sailors as easily as cutting melons and vegetables. Those madmen with fish scales on their skin rushed towards him as if they were risking their lives, and then were chopped into pieces one by one by the scimitar in his hand.

　The bloody fish scales splashed on his face, but it could not change the surging murderous aura on it at all.

　Delem stood up with his scimitar, keeping his footing in the storm, the smile on his face gradually becoming more and more crazy.

　"Landlubber!" he yelled. "Eat your grandfather's water knife!"

　With a "crash!", waves surged from Delem's scimitar.

　Holding a scimitar in one hand and a bone flute in the other, he suddenly jumped off the bridge.

　"Crack!"

　While he used the shimmering force of his scimitar to tear the imperial soldiers into waves mixed with blood, he played the bone flute, manipulating the strong wind to pierce the soldiers' chests like arrows.

　Amidst the storm and waves, the situation on the deck became increasingly chaotic. Sailors and imperial soldiers fought each other in a bloody battle, dyeing the rainstorm red.

　Soon, the center of the battle began to approach - Delemu and Aruhus were getting closer and closer, and their eyes reflected each other almost at the same time.

　"Sizzle!"

　Aruhus cut off the throat of a sailor with a knife, turned the blade, and flames quickly rose from the tip of the blade.

　He snapped his fingers, and the flame feathers exploded, instantly transforming into a blur of light and shadow that slashed towards Draim.

　"clang!"

　Deleme stabbed through the Imperial soldier in front of him, lifted his body up, and blocked Aruhes's attack.

　The knife was pulled and turned, and waves surged out from the blade, turning into thousands of chaotic waves of light, rushing towards Aruhes as the Pirate King swung the knife.

　Aruhes blew violently, and raging flames spewed out of his mouth, colliding with the waves.

　The flames suddenly exploded, and the wildly laughing Draim passed through the wall of fire, not caring at all that the flames were stained on his body, and slashed at Aruhes with the scimitar in his hand.

　"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

　Three consecutive strikes! Caught off guard, Aruhus's blade flew out of his hand, leaving him vulnerable.

　"Die!" Delemu roared, and fiercely sent the blade towards Aruhes's heart—

　——But it pierced the rising phantom!

　"boom!"

　The flames exploded, blowing Draim back, and behind him, the flames that had been spit out by Aruhes were quickly condensing and re-forming the figure of the Archon.

　He stretched out his hand and grabbed a ball of fire from the air. Golden sand flowed out from his wrist, shaping the fire into a spear, and then stabbed it fiercely at Delem.

　Just as the spear tip was about to touch Draim, the Pirate King brought the flute to his lips and blew out a complex melody. Strong winds blew from both sides, precisely acting on the tip of the spear and fixing it in the air.

　He stretched out his hand and grabbed the rain from the heavy rain, and the rain quickly gathered into a trident in his hand.

　Then he swung towards the spear fiercely—

　"clang"

　The sound waves exploded in the rainstorm, instantly shattering the spear and knocking the surrounding soldiers and sailors to the ground.

　"Landlubber! Is your fire still effective?" Delem laughed loudly, picked up the trident and rushed towards Aruhus.

　Aruhes grabbed the spear flying from the air, snapped his fingers, and the flame feathers instantly accelerated him to the extreme.

　The two figures met in the rainstorm, and fire and waves collided with each other—

　"clang----"

　"Dang Dang Dang——"

　""

　The surging waves were gradually dyed red by blood, broken steel and wood were intertwined, and the heavy rain was dyed red by blood and fire.

　After a long and fierce battle, Delem Kans knelt on the deck, and the trident exploded and turned into steaming white vapor.

　In front of him, Aruhes twirled the spear in his hand, and golden sand swirled around his body.

　Almost all the sailors on the Typhoon were killed, and most of the surrounding Typhoon fleets were reduced to wreckage.

　"Ahem... your mad king... actually lent you his authority..." Delem chuckled, "You've been used as weapons..."

　"The Golden People have always been the Emperor's spear," Aruhes kicked the corpse of a sailor away. "Delem Kans, the era of the Laslans has long ended."

　He raised one wrist, and golden quicksand quickly outlined his arm, gradually turning into a sharp spike.

　"I will rip your soul out," he said. "Rest in peace."

　Looking at the spikes materialized by the Song of Sand, Draim's laughter became more and more ferocious.

　"Hehehe..." He laughed louder and louder, "Landlubber... Do you think... that only your God stands behind you?"

　"So, where is your God?" Aruhes aimed at Deleme's heart.

　The pirate captain choked out a mouthful of blood and pointed behind him with a sinister smile:

　"there."

　"Boom!!"

　Silver-white thunder flashed, and behind the typhoon fleet, in the gray fog sea connecting the sea and the sky, a magnificent black outline rolled.

　Aruhes subconsciously turned his gaze towards the sea of ​​fog, towards the magnificent outline briefly outlined by thunder.

　He saw a head as majestic as a dark cloud and tentacles as continuous as mountains.

　And one eye.

　"Pfft!"

　Under the gaze of God, Aruhes exploded into a pulp, and golden quicksand rolled through the pulp, quickly dissipating into nothingness.

　Just an ordinary, even unconscious glance.

　The sounds of exploding flesh pulp echoed one after another in the rainstorm, like a string of firecrackers being lit. The empty ironclad ship floated above the waves, and the portholes of the bridge were filled with blood red.

　Delem Kans turned around trembling, scales appeared on his face, and his pupils gradually turned into a sapphire blue.

　The pale angel's majestic body stepped out amidst the gray mist, and a waterfall of sea water poured down from under his head, which was almost as high as the clouds. His twisted tentacles coiled in the dark clouds, like thousands of giant dragons coiling above the sky.

　He walked on the sea like a giant in myth and legend, his pale body reflecting

　It has a color that is not found in the mortal world, reflecting every drop of water between heaven and earth.

　Every drop of water seems to be His eye, watching over the world for Him.

　"Boom!"

　As Delem Kans prayed in the ancient Laslan language, the pale angel raised one hand and caught the silver-white thunder that was striking down from the sky. In an instant, he pulled down the ten thousand feet long lightning and held it in his hand.