Chapter 1493: Dimensional Strike: Let the Shells Fly for a While

Before the voice faded, a tiny sailboat, about the size of a wine bottle, first descended upon the Strait of Dover, swiftly tracing a white wake on the sea.

Then, a mile away from the Pirate City, it expanded into a radiant Second Level Battleship.

—The Quasi-Legendary Warship [Phantom Bottle]!

One by one, transparent glass bottles leapt out of the ship’s cabin into the sea, each containing a model of a sail battleship.

These models were intricately crafted, with masts, decks, cannons, ropes… all resembling the real thing.

The Old Sea Dogs who had fought alongside Byron in the Southern Continent Colonial War did not believe these were mere models and sounded the alarm.

Sure enough, the moment they touched the water, the model ships leapt out of their bottles, expanding into a massive fleet in front of the Iris Fleet led by [Pirate City].

Each ship proudly flew the Burgundian Cross Flag of the Pyrenees Navy and the flagship pendant of the Invincible Fleet on their main masts.

This signifies that this Bottle Fleet also belongs to the Invincible Fleet, enjoying the ability boost from the Fleet Title [Unbeatable Banner].

“Oh, besides the Dragonhead Ship Valhalla, the North Sea Empire has gained another beauty? And it’s a heavy cruiser just like the [Golden Deer]. The creator truly favors me. Mine, all beauties are mine, hahaha…”

A figure flashed on the deck of the Phantom Bottle, appearing to be an extremely eccentric oddball.

He looked around forty, wearing black-rimmed glasses, with disheveled hair and a haggard face, resembling a top-notch specialist.

But he barely retained a human shape, with too many non-human elements.

He wore a formal tuxedo with deck patterns, and even his skin appeared wooden.

A white canvas cloak draped over him, with a dirty rope clearly grown into his flesh, tying to his bones.

At his waist, there were two rows of at least ten radiant strange gun artifacts, lined up like side cannons of a warship.

Most bizarrely, a wooden helm grew from his head, constantly spinning with his head movements, sending shivers through the navy of the opposing fleet.

Byron couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow:

“The sailboat collector Mordent Gray lost his physical body in the Southern Continental Rift Trench last time, only the ship-binding spirit attached to the Phantom Bottle remains. This state must be nearing out of control, right?”

In addition to losing his body, Morton also lost the wheel containing the “Theseus Ship Spirit Ritual,” which could help balance divinity, beastliness, and maintain human nature (Chapter 394).

After being absent for a long time, this sailboat fanatic has clearly gone even crazier.

Even as a powerful Fifth Order Legend, it’s uncertain when he might suddenly transform into a bizarre being, only desiring to kill and consume.

Byron seriously doubted that the Saint Isabella Queen intended to use this guy as cannon fodder, taking advantage of his ability to distinguish friend from foe one last time.

The ship spirit of the Pirate City, now transformed into a burly female Bayfolk Berserker, felt as if the opponent’s gaze concealed a slimy tongue, licking her skin bit by bit.

It seemed like multiple slugs were slowly crawling, causing goosebumps to fall all over the place.

Even if knowing it’s an illusion, and the ship spirit, like elemental creatures, essentially has no gender, the opponent’s gaze was simply too disgusting.

Right now, she just wanted to wrap his intestines around his neck and strangle him fiercely.

Snap!

Before Pirate City could act, Mordent Gray raised his hand and snapped his fingers, activating his strange art [Virtual Ship Spirit], endowing each warship with a powerful ship spirit incarnation.

The entire fleet seemed to come alive, collectively moving against the headwind, trying to seize the upper hand in the North Sea’s northeast wind, crushing the Iris Fleet.

“Beauty, I’m coming!…”

[Pirate City] immediately volunteered:

“Captain, Morton is only the vanguard of the Invincible Fleet, let me kill him!”

Byron waved his hand:

“Previously a sailboat collector could be a regional mini-boss, now just a minor leader, the main course is still coming, no need to rush. The real opponent has been waiting for him for a long time.”

In his eyes, the true adversary was only the Invincible Fleet and the Holy Trinity.

A sailboat collector was not worth him personally stepping in.

He simply called out to the law network:

“Dad, it’s up to you.”

The underwater of this marine area suddenly turned pitch black, a faint green light covered the sea.

The next moment, a fierce ghost fleet, all bearing green whale oil lanterns, jumped out from the edge of the world.

Led by the [Blue Dragon King], they charged fiercely towards the Bottle Fleet.

The two sail fleets lined up in battle formation, riding the sea winds, each carrying thousands of ship cannons, advancing through the waves.

After the “Six Great Sects’ Siege of Blood Beast Nest” in the Mermaid Kingdom, the ghost fleet now exceeded eighty nominal Fourth Level Battleships and Battleships.

Even the Invincible Fleet only had just over a hundred Third Level and above Battleships, with around three hundred Fourth Level Nominal Battleships spread across the world in total.

This ghost fleet, amassed from wars in the Old Continent, Southern Continent, and Eastern Continent, could offset a third of the opponent’s forces.