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"Where is a safe place on the battlefield? Just do as you say. Attack. I will personally board the ship and fight."

Aenarion drew out the Spear of Bacchus and stood on the deck facing the fierce artillery fire of Venice. At this moment, a cannonball whistled towards him!

Amid the exclamations of the army, a giant skeleton wearing dragon scale armor and wrapped in the fire of Slaanesh rose from Aenarion's body! He used his body to block a granite bullet head-on, and his four skeletal hands caught the bullet tightly and threw it heavily into the nearby sea - the Venetians were still using granite bullets, while the Romans' shells had long been upgraded to cast iron shells.

"Your Majesty's power!"

Seeing their emperor facing the cannon, the morale of the navy was boosted. The two carracks of Ulthuan and Hyperion came out together, and under the cover of the artillery fire of the remaining eight ships, they charged towards the San Marco! The three huge warships tore through the sea dyed red by the flames and charged towards the other side.

Under Artemisia's orders, the two large ships of Ulthuan and Hyperion tried to surround the two wings of the San Marco. If they succeeded, the two ships could simultaneously bombard the San Marco from both sides! Our ships could only withstand forty shells at most, while the enemy ships could withstand eighty shells at the same time.

At this distance, it is impossible to miss.

The San Marco also knew the opponent's plan. The best sailors and captain of Venice frantically ordered their men to adjust the mast and the direction of the sails to avoid being attacked from both sides by the two ships. From the crew to the sailors on the three ships, all were top-notch players in the Mediterranean, and no one could allow the other side to gain an advantageous position.

"Everyone! Ram directly! Tell the Hyperion's crew! After we collide with the enemy ship and restrict its movements, you will immediately go around and attack from the flank!"

Artemisia saw that she could not take advantage, so she relied on her numbers advantage and issued a ramming order. The Ulthuan charged forward at full speed, and the San Marco was not to be outdone. After confirming that Aenarion was on board, it also charged at full speed to intercept. Neither of the two 40-meter-class carracks backed off, and they increased their speed and headed towards each other. Under the two bows, the incomparably huge bronze rams were looming on the choppy sea.

One hundred meters, fifty meters, ten meters!

"boom!!!"

The bows of the two sailing ships collided heavily with the sound of bronze colliding, wood tearing, and the sound of rushing waves. The huge impact made the entire ship tremble wildly, and cracks appeared on the surface of the entire ship. Sailors from both sides knelt on the deck, unable to keep their balance. Some unlucky ones were directly blown away and fell into the sea, causing ripples on the red-hot water. The protruding bows of both sides were smashed into pieces, and the big

A large amount of sharp wood fragments, accompanied by the shock wave, splashed in all directions, tearing scarlet blood marks on the exposed skin of the soldiers and pirates.

Under the huge inertia, the two ships that had collided with each other were still moving forward. The tattered bows were pushed up by the dynamic force and slowly left the sea surface, like two tigers standing up, entangled with their front claws, and tearing each other. Aenarion felt dizzy, but he was still able to keep his balance on the deck that was raised at a 45-degree angle.

After a long while, the tattered bows of the two sailboats barely shifted to the left and right with the creaking sound of wood, and at the same time slammed heavily into the sea, splashing thousands of green waves.

When the deck was parallel to the sea again, the sides of the two ships were almost touching each other. The gunners on both sides could even see the black cannons of the other side through the gun windows. The expressions on the gunners' faces were either panic or astonishment, but these expressions turned into panic when they saw the black muzzles of the other side's guns. The gunners on both sides did not wait for the captain's order and lit the match without hesitation. In this situation, if they were a second late, they would be killed!

Amid the prayers and screams of the gunners, one cannon after another spewed out earth-shaking steel and flames at targets less than a meter away. A large number of granite and iron shells whistled, spun, and flew, smashing the wooden pillars supporting the deck, breaking the decks that divided the rooms, and crushing the terrified sailors with a devastating force. Cannons weighing hundreds of kilograms were also smashed to pieces, and after blasting transparent holes inside the enemy warships, they screamed and fell into the sea from the other side. Between the two ships that were facing each other, streams of burning white smoke instantly rose up.

"We can't let them bomb another round! Everyone! Board the enemy! Take control of the enemy's artillery!!!"

After briefly observing the condition of the sailboats, the captains of both sides issued orders in panic at the same time. Hooks were thrown over from both ships, firmly clamping on the side of the enemy ship, making the sides of the two ships stick tightly together. The cannons that had not been blown up were urgently reloaded, and the soldiers jumped directly into the interior of the enemy ship along the huge gaps created by the shells and started hand-to-hand combat!

Chapter 372: Hellfire Impact

"Imperial Guards! Charge with me! Cut off the enemy's flag!!!"

Aenarion mobilized the demonic power in his body, revealing the demon form of six arms and two crows, and led his most elite 100 guards to charge directly onto the San Marco. Apart from their lich governor, there was nothing in Venice that Aenarion was afraid of now.

"Aenarion! It's Aenarion!"

The Venetian sailors also screamed when they saw the six-armed demon, revealing immense fear in their voices. It was very reassuring to fight Osman with him as a teammate, as the opponent could not break his defense. They could just hide behind him and attack casually, and his majestic back made people feel extremely relieved.

However, when the monster charged at them, the Venetian navy turned pale with fear! A team of musketeers opened fire in unison. They were already very good, and their bullets never missed their targets on the bumpy deck, but Aenarion was like a walking human fortress, and the bullets hit his skeleton giant without leaving even a scar.

When Aenarion led the way onto the deck of the San Marco, time accelerated and he unleashed fourteen [Psychic Missiles] in a row within just six seconds. In an instant, seventy magic missiles, each as big as an adult male's head, were wrapped in flickering, leaping lightning, like real thunderbolts that split the sky, wandering and spreading on the deck of the San Marco, and exploding on the seventy Venetian sailors!

The burning heat instantly burned the sailors' skin and muscle tissue, leaving hideous tree-like patterns on their body surfaces. The powerful electric current directly penetrated their limbs and bones. The horrible electric current spread and diffused in the human internal organs, causing the sailors' muscles to twitch, foam at the mouth, and faint to the ground!

"Stop that guy! Limit his spells!"

A Venetian mage hurried over to counter Aenarion, but the limit of an ordinary mage was two spells in six seconds.

Without the help of spells such as [Time Acceleration], Aenarion's limit is five in six seconds.

The wizard muttered something and used [Dispel Magic] to destroy Aenarion's two spells. However, the pair of crows on his shoulders turned their heads, staring at the wizard with two pairs of creepy pink eyes, and cast two six-ring [Disintegration] spells at the same time with the sound of hoarse crows. In an instant, two terrifying emerald green beams screamed and tore through the sky, hitting the wizard in the chest!

The first dissociation beam triggered the life-saving device on the mage the moment it hit, and the triggering spell also instantly released a [Dispel Magic] spell, suppressing and destroying the dissociation ray.

But the second dissociation beam hit his heart directly, causing the mage to panic. His body surface was covered with cracks that flashed emerald green light. His whole body fell apart in the terrifying green light and turned into ashes. Only the ashes left after his body was disintegrated were left on the deck.

And Aenarion still had the energy to cast a psychic missile, and five lightning bolts once again knocked the five Venetian sailors whose bodies were covered in sea water to the ground!

"Send us some more mages! This is the emperor of the Eastern Roman Empire! Don't think you can stop him alone!"

More and more Venetian mages gathered together, and Enari

Ang fired five spells in six seconds, but was suppressed by three mages using [Advanced Dispel Magic]. More than seventy thunderstorms dissipated like illusory bubbles under the strong arcane impact.

When they finally suppressed Aenarion's spellcasting ability, Aenarion exerted force with his legs and jumped high into the sky, his feet burning with purple demonic fire, and landed directly beside them like a meteorite! The huge impact shattered the deck, causing several people nearby to scream and fall into the lower cabin, falling dizzy, and the broken ground burning with purple-pink demonic fire.

Demon Hunter Hellfire Crash.

As the distance was shortened, Aenarion brandished six sharp blades with his six magic arms, launching an attack like a violent storm, like a steel windmill smashing into the battlefield, spinning with broken limbs flying, heads falling to the ground, and blood splattering in all directions. A mage who was caught off guard was cut into small pieces by Aenarion who suddenly got close to his face.

The other two mages took advantage of the situation to fight back, but they only broke two arms and a few ribs of the skeleton giant. Aenarion, who was protected in the middle by the giant, didn't lose a single hair. Then, under their horrified gaze, the giant leaped high into the sky again, like a meteor, and landed beside them surrounded by storm and flames!

The wizard let out a shrill scream. Boundless fear was like a cold big hand, gripping his heart. But the fear was only temporary and was soon replaced by pain. His whole body was instantly chopped into pieces by six sharp blades, like a rabbit falling into a meat grinder, and instantly turned into a pile of terrifying scarlet blood foam.

Five brave Venetian mercenaries came forward wielding swords and shields to fight. They were indeed skilled in fighting. Together, they blocked Aenarion's sword-wielding whirlwind and gained the upper hand.

Aenarion glanced at them, used a Hellfire Charge to distance himself, and swung his sword to kill the last mage who was preventing him from casting spells, thus showing the five warriors what true power was.

He accelerated time again and cast a spell with all his strength. Seventy burning fireballs the size of cannonballs rose slowly from behind Aenarion in front of the horrified eyes of the enemy. They were like seventy dazzling suns, screaming and tearing through the sky, and exploded on the five warriors! For a moment, flames were everywhere, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the shock wave of the explosion carried broken flames and blood splashing all over the sky.

After the flames were completely extinguished, only five charred and carbonized broken corpses were left on the spot.

Seeing their emperor so brave, a company of the most elite guards also brandished Phoenix Halberds and charged into the enemy ship. At a command from Artemisia, hundreds of rich corpses staggered forward, like a rotten, festering hammer, slowly but unstoppably advancing. When the two ships approached, the Venetians who boarded Ossuary were almost instantly slaughtered, and the Romans began to board the San Marco!

At this time, the Hyperion, led by Matt Horner, circled back to the other side of the San Marco at the fastest speed. They rode the waves and launched a round of shotgun bombardment on the enemy deck at the moment when the ship was higher than the enemy! Hundreds of pounds of iron sand and iron pieces flew in the air at high speed, like a rainstorm of steel and a wave of metal, instantly hitting the Venetian sailors on the deck with a puff of blood mist. Some unlucky guys were directly torn into a pool of meat that could not be pieced together or stitched together by a large number of flying iron pieces.

The entire armor plate was covered with bloody pieces of flesh and iron filings that pricked his feet, turning the warm wood color into a dark red hell paint. No one could stop Aenarion at this moment. Those who could counter his spells could not stop his demon swordsmanship, and those who could stop his demon swordsmanship could not resist the extremely terrifying spell bombardment.

And the two gangs couldn't unite together. With the help of the Hellfire Impact, Aenarion's mobility was amazing. He jumped across a distance of dozens of meters in an instant. This thing was not a spell, so there was no way to counter it! As the Venetians fought, they felt that they were fighting against the powerful navy of their old rival Genoa and the even more powerful Janissaries of the Ottoman Empire! The oppression of this Eastern Roman emperor on ordinary people was exactly the same as those Janissary legion commanders!

Chapter 373: Resurrection of the Lich

After revealing her true strength, the blonde Jeanne d'Arc no longer pretended to be an omnipotent and invincible angel in front of others. She knew that she was no different from cannon fodder in a battlefield of this level, so she only stayed in the staff headquarters to discuss the development of the war and provide tactical analysis.

The silver-haired Joan of Arc could not hold back, not because she loved the Roman Empire so much and wanted to fight for Aenarion, but mainly because the conditions this guy offered to his soldiers were too tempting. The first step was to reward soldiers who helped the San Marco with a year's salary, and to kill a Venetian to get a bounty of 50% of the price of all his equipment... and if anyone could capture or kill the Venetian Doge of the Aegean alive, then all his equipment, property, and belongings would belong to that soldier, and he would be directly promoted to a centurion.

It would be a waste if I didn't make this money! Constantinople has a lot of things I want to buy.

The silver-haired Joan of Arc became excited and quickly cast her magic. Nineteen energy tentacles as sticky and filthy as black mud stretched out from her back one after another, wandering freely in the wind, waving their claws and baring their fangs, representing the nineteen magic spells that had taken effect on her. After the spell was finished, Joan of Arc climbed up the mast nimbly, holding the spear tightly in her right hand and grabbing a rope with her left hand to support the weight of her entire body covered with chain mail, and swung directly onto the enemy's deck like a swing!

His agility made the blonde Jeanne envious.

"Pfft!!!"

The silver-haired Joan of Arc used the potential energy of falling to heavily trample on the head of a Venetian soldier with her feet. The horrible potential energy instantly broke his cervical vertebrae and stepped the broken skull into his chest cavity alive. Blood flowed down her broken neck and shoulders, staining her boots red.

The boarding was successful. Joan of Arc didn't waste any time. She swung her lance like a windmill in the enemy group, cutting three or four sailors into pieces in an instant. She stabbed and stabbed a soldier with a transparent hole in his chest and flew him high into the sky! Broken limbs and flesh, wrapped in blood, splattered in all directions. Nineteen sinister and ominous black mud tentacles also spun in the air with her brisk steps, like a dark storm rising and raging on the deck of St. Mark's.

After killing a few soldiers, Joan of Arc felt unsatisfied. At this moment, Aenarion was killing a lot, and the Hyperion also came to the flank and launched a round of shotgun bombardment, which greatly attracted the attention of the Venetians. A large number of elite troops were gathering there. For a moment, no one cared about Joan of Arc, and she rushed directly into the deck!

It's just a carrack, the structure is similar. I remember Aenarion set up his bedroom and staff in the ship's tower, so the enemy should be similar. I'll go there and look for a high-ranking official. If I kill the governor of the Aegean Sea, I'll be rich! Constantinople's silk weaving technology is good. I'll buy two pieces when I make money.

Joan of Arc cheerfully charged into the ship's tower and discovered that its layout was indeed similar to that of the Ulthuan. She kicked open the doors on both sides of the corridor one by one and discovered that they were all luxuriously decorated bedrooms, apparently the residences of some high-ranking officials and nobles.

When she got to the innermost part, she kicked again, but found that she could not kick open the innermost door. Upon closer inspection, she found that the entire door was protected by a layer of cold magic.

Joan of Arc smiled disdainfully, swung a sticky and wriggling black mud tentacle, touched the door, and instantly swallowed up the protective magic and took it to herself, then gathered all her strength and kicked again! Her strength was so great that the entire door panel flew out of the door frame, accompanied by a heavy bang, and hit the room heavily, knocking over a bunch of furnishings.

Joan of Arc looked around and found that the furnishings in this room were very strange. Dark purple curtains hung from the ceiling to the floor, and the navy blue carpet covered the entire floor. The cloth was covered with eerie and terrifying decorative patterns such as skulls.

"Damn Necromancer."

Joan of Arc frowned, thinking of the necromancer in Burgundy who had cloned her body and made her soul unable to be free. She couldn't help but feel furious and was ready to burn this place down.

At this moment, a dead blue hot electric current roared from behind her! Joan of Arc quickly waved her nineteen black mud wings to block it, but she was unable to devour or transform the dead blue terrifying lightning, which carried the power of death. Hundreds and thousands of tiny electric currents, winding around the nineteen black mud tendrils, rushed towards her body. Looking closely, the top of each weak electric current, the rolling thunder actually turned into a terrifying skeleton!

[Seventh-Ring Spell·Finger of Death]: Consumes 13 mana points and attempts to kill an opponent directly.

Jeanne's face suddenly changed. Instant death spell! If she died, her soul would probably be reborn in Burgundy, where she would be brainwashed and enslaved again. The huge fear made her directly use the Holy Shield spell that was immune to all damage. The squirming black mud formed a spherical shield around her, which blocked the collapsing blue lightning.

After blocking this damn instant death spell, Joan of Arc looked solemnly in the direction where the lightning came from - it was a Venetian merchant dressed in silk and satin, with a golden mask on his face, so his real appearance could not be seen. Even his hands were covered with silk gloves, and only a pair of dry and skinny eyes were exposed. His eyeballs seemed as black as extinguished charcoal, but revealed dazzling sparks of fire.

He wore gold jewellery on his fingers and waist, which was extremely luxurious, but his whole body was extremely thin, and he exuded a very strong smell of salt, as if he had been pickled alive in salt.

He can use seven-ring spells, his body is as dry as a mummy, and it is preserved with salt. In addition, there is a group of wealthy businessmen in Venice who pursue immortality in order to enjoy wealth and power, and Dandolo who takes the lead in becoming a lich. The other party's identity is already obvious, but Joan of Arc's cultural knowledge is all in her other half. She thought about it and finally uttered a sentence.

"You—are you a piece of bacon?"

"Get out of my room!!!"

The lich screamed in terror. The moment he realized that the door of his room had been breached, he left the deck, abandoned his military command, and rushed back breathlessly. If he lost the battle, at most he would lose his position as the Governor of the Aegean Sea of ​​Venice. However, if this bastard broke into his room and destroyed the lich's life box, he would be dead!

Taking advantage of the twelve seconds of invincibility provided by the Holy Shield, Joan of Arc rushed directly to the lich's face. Her nineteen tentacles tightly bound his limbs and bones, making it impossible for the lich to move. The spell that protected him was swallowed up and taken away the moment it came into contact with the black mud. He could only watch helplessly as the spear pierced into his defenseless heart!

"Pfft-"

Joan of Arc was afraid that it was not safe enough, so she pulled the spear out of his heart. The blade was covered with dried flesh and there was no trace of blood.

She waved her hands, and with a flash of cold light, the sharp spear blade beautifully cut off his neck, causing his head to fall to the ground with a bang. It spun around for several times before stopping, and then she stepped on it and exploded it! The whole head shrank and withered like a deflated balloon, sticking to the ground.

"What the hell, there's not even any blood?"

Joan of Arc felt a little strange. She squatted on the ground and pointed at the body that was salted like bacon, her head full of question marks.

In the dark corner of the house, a large amount of pale and flickering dust suddenly emerged. These ashes and dust condensed in the air to form a shriveled and skinny body, with withered flesh clinging to the skeleton. The eyeballs had long since rotted, but in its empty eye sockets, it was still like red-hot coal, flashing a shuddering red halo. The lich was rapidly reborn with his lich life box.

The rapidly regenerating lich looked at Jeanne in confusion. Who is this person? She looks a bit like Grand Master Hepans, but why is she so stupid?

His fighting ability was not weak. He could be the governor of the Aegean Sea. He could be ranked in the top five or even the top three in Venice. However, under the hands of that woman, he could not even last two rounds. After his life-saving magic was swallowed, he was killed instantly by two spears in the face! His fighting ability was terrifying.

A guy of this strength, doesn't he know what a lich is? ? ?

The lich looked nervously at the girl with a head full of silver hair, pointing at the body above him and deciding to launch a shameless sneak attack. He started with a [Seven-Ring Undead·Exhaustion Wave]. In an instant, the cold and terrifying undead magic spread out like a tide, instantly covering the unsuspecting Joan of Arc. In an instant, her heartbeat was disordered, her breathing was rapid, and beads of sweat flowed from every pore of her body like streams, and she quickly became dehydrated and exhausted!

His hands felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead and he couldn't lift them. The spear that used to spin like a windmill now felt as heavy as a millstone.

Seeing that his attack was successful, the lich instantly cast the spell [Five-ring Undead·Freezing Blood], cursing Joan of Arc. In an instant, the extreme cold caused Joan of Arc's body temperature to drop rapidly, and part of her blood was frozen in her blood vessels, causing her blood flow to drop rapidly, and her body movements were greatly hindered.

Seeing that the two sneak attack spells were fully effective, the lich breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his index finger again, and used the [Finger of Death]. Another beam of dazzling and terrifying dead green thunder whizzed out from his dry and skinny fingertips and exploded among Joan of Arc's nineteen black mud wings!

Joan of Arc was startled by the sudden resurrection of the lich. She wanted to block this damn instant death spell, but her body was extremely tired and slowed down by the extreme cold. She could only watch the blue death electricity explode on her body. The cold electric current spread along her delicate body. Her heart almost stopped under the stimulation of the electric current. Joan of Arc knelt on her knees, but still forced herself not to fall down. She tried to stand up breathlessly, but her body was trembling with cold and had begun to disobey her commands!

"As expected of a paladin, your magic resistance is very high huh? I specialize in spell penetration, but only two of the three spells were successful."

Joan of Arc was extremely terrified at this moment. All her knowledge was in the other half of her body. What she possessed was the combat awareness and ability honed over a long period of time. Now she was cursed by several necromancy spells, making it difficult for her to move, let alone fight.

The lich was not afraid at this moment. The opponent was strong in hand-to-hand combat, but he had been useless after being hit by two curse spells. He just muttered something, stretched out the index fingers of both hands at the same time, and cast two "Fingers of Death" in succession. Two dead blue thunders roared and tore through the sky, and grew bigger and bigger in front of Joan of Arc's somewhat panicked pupils!

Chapter 374: A Great Victory

In front of two brilliant and dazzling blue lightning bolts, Joan of Arc closed her eyes in despair. She was doomed. As long as she couldn't withstand any lightning, this instant death spell would kill her immediately. When she woke up again, she would be in the dungeon of those Burkendi people. Am I going to be manipulated like a puppet again?

"boom!!!"

After a while, the burning of lightning and the pain of death did not come from her body. Instead, she heard a deafening explosion. Joan of Arc opened her eyes in confusion and found that the entire ceiling was shattered, revealing a large hole, through which she could see the blazing sky ignited by artillery fire. A giant skeleton with purple flames sticking out half of its body to protect her, but was also shattered by two dead blue lightning bolts and collapsed in front of her.

"Why did you run so far? Are you looking for death? Don't leave the army! Even if you are strong, you are only one person. If something happens, no one can save you!"

Aenarion stood on the ruins filled with corpses and blood, and said unhappily, and summoned another skeleton giant, and grabbed Joan of Arc and the lich out of the ship's tower. Joan of Arc felt as if she had been pardoned and finally breathed a sigh of relief. She looked around, and the battle on the deck was basically over. Aenarion's guards slaughtered all the sailors on the ship in a whirlwind.

Aenarion stared at the lich in the giant's hand, his pupils burning with purple flames, and two beams of flames transformed by ultimate magic hit the lich's face fiercely! The powerful eye beams directly shattered the head of the lich who had just been resurrected and had no protective magic or life-saving equipment, causing him to die a second time.

Aenarion casually took the shrunken body

He threw the corpse into the sea and jumped into the broken ship's tower. He looked around vigilantly and soon found the lich's life box. That thing began to emit fluorescent dust similar to ashes, constructing the lich's new body.

It seems that this is the life box that can resurrect the lich continuously. This guy is quite good. The resurrection of an ordinary lich is calculated in days, but he has started to construct his body within these few seconds, and it is estimated that he can be resurrected in just a few minutes. No wonder the life box is placed directly on the ship as a resurrection point. If the Venetian army can drag the battle line on the deck, he will keep dying on the deck and resurrecting from the cabin, which is really a bit tricky.

Unfortunately, their tactics failed when Joan of Arc accidentally broke into the ship's tower. The Lich panicked and abandoned all his troops and retreated.

Aenarion didn't waste any words. Destroying the lich's phylactery was a very troublesome matter, requiring a large number of necromancy rituals. It was too troublesome. He probably had to go back to the White Tower of Constantinople to gather all the conditions. And this guy's resurrection was calculated in minutes.

Well, he had to try another method. Aenarion casually stuffed the phylactery into the ripped-open chest of a Venetian sailor, then ordered his soldiers to pile up the bodies of the Venetians. He used a petrifying plague he inherited from the Gorgon to turn their flesh and blood into solid stone, creating a huge stone sculpture made up of countless corpses. The lich's phylactery was in the center of the sculpture. Ashes and dust stubbornly clung to the inside of the sculpture, gradually forming the structure to restore the lich's body, but due to lack of space, they repeatedly failed.

"Let me do it! How dare this bacon to trick me!!!"

The silver-haired Joan of Arc saw what Aenarion was planning and said angrily. Aenarion nodded and put her down. She kicked the huge stone sculpture that trapped the lich's life box directly into the Sea of ​​Love and watched the huge stone sculpture slowly fall into the invisible seabed.

Well, hopefully that lich will be alive after being resurrected in the deep sea stone sculpture.

At this point, the St. Mark's was completely captured. The Roman soldiers cheered as they lowered the golden winged lion flag of Venice and raised the red eagle flag of the Eastern Roman Empire on the flagpole of St. Mark's.

After the lich and the life box were sunk into the sea, the entire Venetian army was in chaos, and the private ships of the families on the left and right wings scattered, like birds flying back to the forest after having eaten all the food, leaving the sea clear and clean.

The fleet directly under the Governor of Central Venice could only fight desperately against the two Roman fleets in the Black Sea and the Aegean Sea, as well as the sky full of dancing dragons. The Battle of Crete ended with a complete victory for the Romans four hours after it broke out!

They lost three caravels and ten galleys, but destroyed 22 galleys and two caravels of the enemy, a double loss ratio!

Not only that, the Romans also seized eight caravels and twenty galleys, most of which were from the Venetian central fleet. Not only could they make up for the loss of the navy, but combined with the Hospitaller ships seized in Rhodes a few days ago, they could even recruit some sailors to expand the third fleet.

After this battle, the core of Venice's fleet in the Aegean Sea was completely annihilated. What remained were private ships of various families. They were a loose group and could not amount to anything. Some families that had already been instigated to rebel surrendered to Rome without hesitation. They changed from the governor of a small island in Venice to the governor of a small island in Rome. In accordance with the rules of Augustus, they gave their children the best equipment of the family and sent them to the Third Legion to express their loyalty.

The remaining nobles either surrendered to Rome like everyone else or immediately took all their belongings back to Venice. The strong fortress of Rhodes was captured by the Romans overnight. They had a powerful weapon like the Urban Cannon. What? Your castle is stronger than Rhodes?

By the time the lich Dandolo reacted in Venice, the entire southern Aegean had already surrendered to the terrifying offensive of the Roman Navy. The eagle flag of the Roman Empire was flying all over the Aegean Sea, and the shattered Roman Empire regained a piece of its former territory.

Aenarion merged Venice's Aegean colonies with the Roman Empire's Northern Aegean provinces to form the new Aegean Province, with its capital at Heraklion on the island of Crete, to guard and defend the entire sea area.