Chapter 1336 - 1254: Breaching the City in a Day

Chapter 1336: Chapter 1254: Breaching the City in a Day

Following Cook’s finger, he looked over, and saw a giant shadow slowly emerging from the cloud layers in the west.

The sunlight was blocked behind the shadow, forming a vague dark area on the ground and walls, even the light on the river had dimmed.

"A dark cloud?" Kolinks stiffened, saying instinctively, but he immediately realized he was wrong.

How could there be such a dark cloud, with such neat edges to the shadow, it was not like a rain cloud or irregular dark clouds, nor a flock of geese.

Could it be the legendary sky beast? Or a giant dragon, but that was from the mythological era, how could it happen now?

The gods of Norn haven’t manifested for so many years, why choose this moment to show themselves?

"No, no." The sharp-eyed baker suddenly shouted, "That’s a ship? That’s a ship! Damn it, how could it be a ship?"

"How can a ship be in the sky?" The blacksmith ran to the window, gripping the stone windowsill, his eyes growing wider.

As the height of the shadow lowered, the clouds separated a bit, revealing the appearance of the thing.

A wooden ship, resembling a sailboat, was suspended in the sky by a massive spindle-shaped sphere.

A terrifying depiction of Brother Huo, Kongge, Mengge, the three-headed beast deity, and the black-red gear sun of the Holy Alliance were drawn on the brown-black sphere.

No doubt, there must be a large number of beastmen sailors on the ship, or rather airmen.

On either side of the keel-shaped ship, there were two bright wheels each, slowly turning, and the wind they stirred was scattering the surrounding clouds.

People always stubbornly believe in everything, regardless of its rationality.

Like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, like the Holy Father really existing, like demons stealing souls at night.

No matter the truth, their belief in these common sense things remained steadfast—until it was utterly shattered.

Someone who had never seen a floating warship couldn’t understand how a ship could fly into the sky.

This was not achievable by any human effort, countless history proves it.

But here indeed was such a flying ship.

Unless it was the means of the Holy Father or devil, this flying ship couldn’t appear here.

In an instant, the previously orderly citizen militia on the walls began to sway and collapse, words of panic were exchanged silently through glances, eventually spreading into panic.

"A miracle! A miracle sent by the Saint’s Grandson!"

"No! It’s the devil, this is devilry, quick, chant prayers to bring it down."

"Where’s the priest, where’s the priest?"

Dozens of priests started chanting spells simultaneously, but it hardly affected the approaching giant object.

Seeing that terrifying thing coming closer, especially with the vivid depiction of the three-headed demon on it, the soldiers finally couldn’t bear it.

Some soldiers could still hold their positions, but many militia couldn’t accept it, screamed, turned, and ran for the stairs, only to trip at the threshold, falling bloodied.

The fortress interior was in chaos, people rushing to the cellar, clutching pillars and shivering, Cook and Kolinks quickly arrived, trying to restore order.

Though they didn’t understand what was happening, they knew, regardless of friend or foe, they must first ensure their own order.

Such level of camp chaos was not yet irreparable, officers and sergeants remained calm.

There’s still hope!

"Call those elderly in the district over, harboring deserter neighbors means death for three households." Knight Cook drew his longsword, striding towards the deserters.

As for the other sergeants and leaders, they equally began arranging their soldiers.

From the sky, looking down, people and horses trampling, looking like a group of ants about to be doused by rainwater.

"Look, how much they resemble ants."

"Don’t talk nonsense before battle." Hearing his comrade’s jest, Otto deeply inhaled his smoke, kicking the comrade leaning in the narrow round window below.

Inside the dim cabin, the temperature gradually rose, concordant with the increasingly distinct screaming outside, Otto showed a slight smile.

Despite taking to the skies countless times, this time, the Shadow Crow soldiers truly were flying, damn it, he would never forget this feeling.

They were free eagles, akin to the Wild Wolf Battle Group, belonging to be wild dogs among thoroughbreds.

"It’s done, so can we get more allowance, Captain Otto?" Someone loudly joked in the dim cabin, "I just had my second child."

"That depends on your performance, perform well, the bonus and allowance are maxed out, perform poorly, hm hm..."

Another voice, sounding like a drake, immediately laughed: "Perform poorly, there’s compensation, plenty of money, don’t worry, I’ll treat your wife and son as my own."

"Screw you, go to hell..."

"Wanna fight, let’s see your combat skills..."

"Stop messing around, you’re squeezing me!"

"Stop arguing." Suddenly, a red light flashed inside the dim cabin, and the previously noisy, laughing cabin became as quiet as an ice glacier.

Otto tossed his leaf smoke down, stomping it out, knowing it might cause a fire, but he didn’t care.

Shadow Crow soldiers carry out the most dangerous tasks, once they’re down, they might never come back up, smoking doesn’t mean much.

"Are you ready, boys?"

"Ready."

"Hatch in position, ready for launch, three two one..."

With the command officer’s words being drowned in the wind’s roar, "Good luck," light and wind flooded into the bottom cabin.

Within the cabin, masks with crow beaks and embedded glass windproof goggles were revealed.

"See you in the sky, or in the Celestial Kingdom!"

Giving a thumbs up, Otto was the first to sprawl on the catapult, with a shout, he was launched out.

From the sides of the floating battleship, small doors opened, and small black dots were being launched from behind those doors.

The wind spread those black dots, turning them into unfolded black wings.

The black wings parted the clouds, trailing a long line of silken cloud mist behind.

Thus, nearly a hundred black dots shot out from the cabin, they didn’t immediately dive down, that would be suicide, they must first circle to lower altitude.

At this moment, the floating battleship’s underside also opened sixteen hatches, exposing the heads of plasma bombs.

With the sound of gearing, plasma bombs with tail fins were immediately ejected, falling chaotically towards the ground.

Thus, in the eyes of the citizens of Fish Fort, it seemed like a group of human-shaped crows with open wings were circling around stone walls.

Bright shiny objects constantly fell, white flashes exploding, blinding people, wall cladding flaking off.

This was simply an apocalyptic sight, anyone who had read Gospel stories felt like they were witnessing the scene of Mycella destroying sinful cities.

"It’s the Holy Father! The Holy Father sent the destruction angels to punish us!" Countless people screamed, it was the only reasonable explanation.

Looking at those black wings, Cook held onto one last hope, asking Kolinks, "Is that the vampire Count of the Royal Court?"

"Don’t know." Kolinks numbly stared at the floating airship, "But I know that flash is the Holy Alliance’s plasma bomb."

At this point, all fantasies, all thoughts of holding onto Fish Fort turned into nothing.

Shadow Crow soldiers divided into three groups, one heading east gate turret, one west gate turret, the last towards City Hall.

Their landing was light, but the speed with which they drew their pistols and swords was incredibly fast.

In the east gate turret, first there was a muffled groan, then the sound of a metal clatter.

Before long, blood seeped from the shooting hole of the turret, flowing down the stone wall into a pale red stream.

Soon, the west gate turret was also captured by the Shadow Crow soldiers, only a few with the will to continue fighting remained.

Inside City Hall.

"Don’t kill me! I was forced!" The blacksmith leader tried to run, but was blocked by a Shadow Crow soldier.

The soldier didn’t speak, simply knocked on his leg bend with a sword sheath, and the blacksmith leader dropped on his knees with a thud.

Kolinks attempted to sneak out the back door, but when he pulled it open, he saw two Shadow Crow soldiers standing outside, even their gliders hadn’t been retracted.

He quickly shut the door, turned to run towards the chimney, but was kicked behind the knee from the side.

The soldiers lifted the black cloak, revealing the Blood Pact Pistol at Kolinks’ waist.

"Behave yourself!"

The rain started again, pattering on the stone base below the fort, but the noise within the city was gradually being erased by the rainwater.

The floating battleship suspended in the sky, like the Holy Father’s Paradise Mountain army, suppressing chaos.

Seeing the slowly opening city gates, the Norn army soldiers stopped their discussions.

They unanimously looked up, staring at the airborne ship, eyes complex, pondering unknown thoughts.

"Alas, if only the Saint’s Grandson was born in Norn..."