Chapter 778 - 138: Main Theme
"How many cannonballs do we have left to consume?"
Han Zhan stood on the deck, wiped the rain from his face, and turned to ask.
Indeed, Fishman Traitor Franky guessed correctly.
The cannonball just now was fired by the "Gray Sparrow."
The "Gray Sparrow" intended to do exactly one thing: plunder Ilamut Port!
Shang Siteng was in a critical condition, and the others were also in a sub-healthy state. Without food and medicine supplements, they would die here.
Moreover, Ilamut Port was entirely populated by alien races filled with inexplicable hatred towards them.
It was because of their targeting that they ended up in this predicament.
Therefore, Han Zhan decided to plunder and exact revenge on Ilamut Port!
Ilamut Port, being the only small port in the nearby sea, didn’t have abundant resources, but it was sufficient for the early stage of their voyage.
Furthermore, Han Zhan had observed the port’s conditions while at Ilamut Port and found no powerful defense forces.
This only strengthened his determination to attack Ilamut Port.
Jiang Lingling, who had just completed the first shot, also wiped the rain off her face.
The rain seemed to be getting heavier.
Night was about to fall.
They didn’t have much time left.
They must capture Ilamut Port before nightfall!
"We have four special shells left, and five regular ones," Feng Xiaozao replied quickly on the other side.
In her hand, she was holding a pitch-black round cannonball, which was something they found in the ammunition depot earlier.
The cannonballs inside the warship were well treated for waterproofing and rust prevention, and could be used normally, which was an unexpected surprise.
The round cannonball held by Feng Xiaozao suddenly emitted a burst of white light.
Enveloped in the white light, it slowly began to change shape and color, finally transforming into a pure white cannonball.
This was Feng Xiaozao’s talent as a gunner, able to prepare regular cannonballs into attribute-specific Guiyuan Cannons!
Creating attribute-specific cannonballs also required consuming Hunger Value and Spiritual Value.
The consumption of the three values for Feng Xiaozao, Jiang Lingling, and Nuannuan, the three gunners, was significant.
But their efforts were not without reward.
The Curse-Killing Cannon just now directly blasted half of Yilamut Port and killed Fishman Traitor Franky and Fishman Sailor Fox successfully.
"Where should we shoot next?" Nuannuan looked up and asked Han Zhan behind her.
It was her first time firing a cannon, and she was a bit nervous.
In her hands, she also held a cannonball emitting a dreamy silver light, being loaded into the dark cannon barrel aimed at Ilamut Port.
"Don’t feel pressured; just think of this as a virtual sailing game, where all the monsters in this port are little fish monsters. Does that make you feel better?"
Han Zhan patted Nuannuan’s shoulder, saying.
"Hmm, but I still don’t know where to bomb..."
"We can see the names of those little monsters; find where there are more red and yellow names and bomb there!"
"But...it seems like all the names have turned red now..."
"Then bombard indiscriminately."
"Fire!"
...
Boom!
From a relatively distant distance, a flash of crimson cannon fire arced across the gradually dimming sea surface.
In the blink of an eye.
The area in Yilamut Port with the highest concentration of fishmen, still curiously watching and unaware of what was happening afar, only caught a fleeting silver flash in their eyes.
In an instant, massive explosive energy surged from beneath their feet.
After the silver light, it was blasted into a wasteland of annihilation.
The region affected by the cannonball’s explosion collapsed into fragments, transforming into countless spatial rifts.
The gravity around them concentrated infinitely, like miniature abysses, mercilessly devouring everything around, including light itself.
The power of one cannonball, terrifying as such!
"It’s an attribute shell! It’s an attribute shell!"
"Someone is attacking the port, where are the port district escort warships? Sound the alarm quickly!"
"Fools, the warships at the harbor docks have been destroyed, we have no escort warships!"
Panic-stricken shouts echoed throughout the port, causing chaos among the people there.
The alien races who had previously mocked Han Zhan and his group, extremely repulsed and hostile towards humans, began to flee in panic.
Their goal was clear: get back to their ships.
At this moment, another cannonball hit the mooring area of Ilamut Port with precision.
This cannonball did not create as terrifying a power as the spatial-collapse Curvature Cannon just before.
But as they breathed a sigh of relief, an astonishing scene unfolded before them.
They saw the ships moored in the harbor, for unknown reasons, start to age and decay visibly to the naked eye.
Some people still boarding found their ladders suddenly rotted underfoot.
Instinctively reaching for the ropes, they tore easily.
Splash, splash!
The sound of successive splashes followed, accompanied by their terrified screams:
"No, I don’t want to fall in the water, I don’t want to fall in the water!" as if some great horror lurked in the dark, deep sea.
Creak, creak.
The sound of the decaying boat structures compressing grated on one’s nerves.
Shortly after, the moored ships were fully aged and were shattered by a wave, smashed directly in the surf.
The three distinct attribute shells represented that the attacking warship on Ilamut Port had at least three sailors with extraordinary talents.
Such a configuration of warships was rare in this sea area.
Ilamut Port was just a small rookie supply port; what virtue or ability did it have to attract the attention of such a giant?!
The surviving fishmen pondered, puzzled, and then they saw a battered warship appear in their sight.
Three rotating guns were pushed into their firing positions, the dark muzzles aimed at them, the distance between them less than a hundred meters.
An unfamiliar yet familiar figure, not seen long ago but definitely recognizable, appeared on the bow’s deck.
"Transport all the supplies from Ilamut Port over here."
"You have half an hour; once that time’s up, I’ll start firing!"
Han Zhan’s voice followed.
Having saved the world so many times, it was his first time playing a pirate-like role.
This maneuver gave Han Zhan an intuitive understanding of the theme of the Water Planet virtual game world.
Naval battles, warship worlds, plunder.
At least when facing other alien species hostile to humankind, he didn’t need to worry about other considerations.
Under the pressure of the cannon barrels, the fishmen hastily began moving, the color above their heads shifting from bright red to emerald green.
This change made Han Zhan click his tongue.