The anxious tourists clamoured at the Baymardians on the sh.i.p.s beside them, screaming and requesting to watch or get news on the matter.
They were so anxious that some wished they could jump over their own sh.i.p.s and land onto the Coast Guard sh.i.p.s, begging these people nonstop.
But no matter how they pleaded or what they offered, the Baymardians stood on deck, with calm smiles on their faces, holding long red glowing sticks, pointing at the direction they should move.
They pointed their glowing sticks as if dancing, making the tourists feel like they were talking to blockheads.
Curses!
.
Meanwhile, back on the battlesh.i.p.s, everyone was finally ready for action.
"Generals! All companies have successfully surrounded the enemy fleet.
Ready to engage."
"Good." Yara and Ruby answered in unison and nodded.
Ruby then connected to all companies: "At this crucial moment, the weapons in your hands will become your saving grace. Not only for yourselves, but for your comrades as well. For some of you, today is your day out on a real mission. A simple word of advice. Don't act heroically unless you are 90% sure of the outcome. Oh... And one last thing to everyone, both veterans and rookies... Don't Shame The Marines!"
(Y^Y)
The rookies who heard this panicked even more as they tried to recall what made up a good marine.
Provided they didn't act cowardly, using their comrades as shields in fear, or didn't leak out information just to escape or didn't do other shameful things, didn't blatantly abandon their comrades in need, deliberately kill innocent slaves below or did other seamless actions... they should be good right?
Some looked at the veterans beside them nervously, as if wanting to confirm things, but ended up fighting their lips, swallowing down their uneasiness.
Luckily, they all had veterans close to them who would move alongside them during the battle.
This was a real-life battle with enemies coming at them with every intention to kill.
So how could they not get worried?
.
The sh.i.p.s sailed closer and closer... And the more they approached, the more monstrous it appeared.
What was this?
From a distance, these sh.i.p.s did look like they were the same size as Trey's own.
But now, the dragias helped their arrows in confusion and anxiety.
The deck levels of these Baymardian sh.i.p.s were 3 or 4 floors higher than theirs.
Their eyes looked upwards as they now pointed their arrows up towards the high deck levels of these Baymardian sh.i.p.s in alarm.
F***!
The dragias gritted their teeth and firmed themselves.
"Everyone! Don't be afraid. We have Dragmus with us, so stay alert!
Fire if any of these bastards dared to descend onto our sh.i.p.s!"
The dragias remained vigilant as they realized that all around their formation, these Battlesh.i.p.s had surrounded them like towering walls surrounding a city.
The air was so tense and brittle that it could snap at any given moment.
The Primates who were at the center turned grim at the fortified walls surrounding them.
They kissed their rings and glazed at the sh.i.p.s silently.
There was a wave of uneasiness in their hearts.
And soon, what they saw was too shocking and hard to describe.
How come they felt like they had been set up?
~Pui!
In a flash, several thick lines of smoke left these towering battlesh.i.p.s and dropped onto the sh.i.p.s on the first line of defence in the formation.
Eh?
Did they just lunch smoke with no fire?
.
"Smoke grenades launched.
Boards lowered.
First wave tactical teams, move out! Second wave, cover them!
Come on! Let's go!"
On cue, the Marines standing within several marked spots around the sh.i.p.s, found themselves moving outward towards the sides, closer to the enemy sh.i.p.s.
They all had harnesses on, with ropes attached to them that came out from below the extended mechanical boards.
In a flash, they sat at the edge of the extended boards and jumped off calmly.
And as the ropes automatically extended, they continuously shot at the enemies below.
~Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!~
The thunderous sounds broke through the air, making the expressions of everyone within the smoke change drastically.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"
Their gruesome screams were carried out across the air as if hunted by ghosts.
"Something... Something hit me!"
"My belly! My belly! My insides are hanging out!"
"Primates! Please pray to Dragmus for aid!"
"Dragmus, help me! Dragmus!!!!!"
~Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Some tried to raise their arrows to shoot whatever demon was within the smoke but were shot numerous times by the unknown.
Plop.
They dropped to the floor unwillingly and felt very betrayed by Dragmus.
Didn't he say he would be there for them?
Then why did he forsake them?
Could it be that they committed some grave sin and were now being punished?
They closed their eyes and silently rated in their hearts for forgiveness.
Was Dragmus angry that they didn't deal with those slimy Pirates yet?
It was said that all this time, Dragmus had always felt very disappointed in them.
So that was it, right? This was their punishment for failing over the past centuries.
Blame them for not being strong.
But then again, dragmus was a forgiving God.
So their death was probably to stimulate the other sh.i.p.s within the formation to fight harder.
Yes! They died with a purpose.
They shot and finally accepted their deaths, knowing that these bastard Baymardians would soon follow.
"Hahahahhahahahha!"
~Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!~
(XOX)
.
Several shots were fired, and some on the smoke-filled sh.i.p.s quickly took cover, rising into the lower decks.
Some even swung their ropes and landed onto the other enemy sh.i.p.s close by.
But even at that, things weren't that easy.
The second wave of tactical teams were seated on machine guns aboard the Battlesh.i.p.s.
These machine guns incorporated thermal detection on them.
So even with the rising smile, they accurately rained terror on many within the 2nd line in the formation.
One could imagine how getting hit by such massive bullets felt.
Rather than getting a small bullet hole, the wounds alone would look like some beast took a massive bite off one's body.
~Bang!! Bang!! Bang!! Bang!!~~
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
One of the dragias found his entire left shoulder blown away, while another got his right left detached due to one hit.
The wave of terror caused by the spine-tingling screams from their contacts made the other dragias tremble and take several steps back in horror.
What exactly were they fighting against?
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The anxious tourists clamoured at the Baymardians on the sh.i.p.s beside them, screaming and requesting to watch or get news on the matter.
They were so anxious that some wished they could jump over their own sh.i.p.s and land onto the Coast Guard sh.i.p.s, begging these people nonstop.
But no matter how they pleaded or what they offered, the Baymardians stood on deck, with calm smiles on their faces, holding long red glowing sticks, pointing at the direction they should move.
They pointed their glowing sticks as if dancing, making the tourists feel like they were talking to blockheads.
Curses!
.
Meanwhile, back on the battlesh.i.p.s, everyone was finally ready for action.
"Generals! All companies have successfully surrounded the enemy fleet.
Ready to engage."
"Good." Yara and Ruby answered in unison and nodded.
Ruby then connected to all companies: "At this crucial moment, the weapons in your hands will become your saving grace. Not only for yourselves, but for your comrades as well. For some of you, today is your day out on a real mission. A simple word of advice. Don't act heroically unless you are 90% sure of the outcome. Oh... And one last thing to everyone, both veterans and rookies... Don't Shame The Marines!"
(Y^Y)
The rookies who heard this panicked even more as they tried to recall what made up a good marine.
Provided they didn't act cowardly, using their comrades as shields in fear, or didn't leak out information just to escape or didn't do other shameful things, didn't blatantly abandon their comrades in need, deliberately kill innocent slaves below or did other seamless actions... they should be good right?
Some looked at the veterans beside them nervously, as if wanting to confirm things, but ended up fighting their lips, swallowing down their uneasiness.
Luckily, they all had veterans close to them who would move alongside them during the battle.
This was a real-life battle with enemies coming at them with every intention to kill.
So how could they not get worried?
.
The sh.i.p.s sailed closer and closer... And the more they approached, the more monstrous it appeared.
What was this?
From a distance, these sh.i.p.s did look like they were the same size as Trey's own.
But now, the dragias helped their arrows in confusion and anxiety.
The deck levels of these Baymardian sh.i.p.s were 3 or 4 floors higher than theirs.
Their eyes looked upwards as they now pointed their arrows up towards the high deck levels of these Baymardian sh.i.p.s in alarm.
F***!
The dragias gritted their teeth and firmed themselves.
"Everyone! Don't be afraid. We have Dragmus with us, so stay alert!
Fire if any of these bastards dared to descend onto our sh.i.p.s!"
The dragias remained vigilant as they realized that all around their formation, these Battlesh.i.p.s had surrounded them like towering walls surrounding a city.
The air was so tense and brittle that it could snap at any given moment.
The Primates who were at the center turned grim at the fortified walls surrounding them.
They kissed their rings and glazed at the sh.i.p.s silently.
There was a wave of uneasiness in their hearts.
And soon, what they saw was too shocking and hard to describe.
How come they felt like they had been set up?
~Pui!
In a flash, several thick lines of smoke left these towering battlesh.i.p.s and dropped onto the sh.i.p.s on the first line of defence in the formation.
Eh?
Did they just lunch smoke with no fire?
.
"Smoke grenades launched.
Boards lowered.
First wave tactical teams, move out! Second wave, cover them!
Come on! Let's go!"
On cue, the Marines standing within several marked spots around the sh.i.p.s, found themselves moving outward towards the sides, closer to the enemy sh.i.p.s.
They all had harnesses on, with ropes attached to them that came out from below the extended mechanical boards.
In a flash, they sat at the edge of the extended boards and jumped off calmly.
And as the ropes automatically extended, they continuously shot at the enemies below.
~Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!~
The thunderous sounds broke through the air, making the expressions of everyone within the smoke change drastically.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"
Their gruesome screams were carried out across the air as if hunted by ghosts.
"Something... Something hit me!"
"My belly! My belly! My insides are hanging out!"
"Primates! Please pray to Dragmus for aid!"
"Dragmus, help me! Dragmus!!!!!"
~Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Some tried to raise their arrows to shoot whatever demon was within the smoke but were shot numerous times by the unknown.
Plop.
They dropped to the floor unwillingly and felt very betrayed by Dragmus.
Didn't he say he would be there for them?
Then why did he forsake them?
Could it be that they committed some grave sin and were now being punished?
They closed their eyes and silently rated in their hearts for forgiveness.
Was Dragmus angry that they didn't deal with those slimy Pirates yet?
It was said that all this time, Dragmus had always felt very disappointed in them.
So that was it, right? This was their punishment for failing over the past centuries.
Blame them for not being strong.
But then again, dragmus was a forgiving God.
So their death was probably to stimulate the other sh.i.p.s within the formation to fight harder.
Yes! They died with a purpose.
They shot and finally accepted their deaths, knowing that these bastard Baymardians would soon follow.
"Hahahahhahahahha!"
~Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!~
(XOX)
.
Several shots were fired, and some on the smoke-filled sh.i.p.s quickly took cover, rising into the lower decks.
Some even swung their ropes and landed onto the other enemy sh.i.p.s close by.
But even at that, things weren't that easy.
The second wave of tactical teams were seated on machine guns aboard the Battlesh.i.p.s.
These machine guns incorporated thermal detection on them.
So even with the rising smile, they accurately rained terror on many within the 2nd line in the formation.
One could imagine how getting hit by such massive bullets felt.
Rather than getting a small bullet hole, the wounds alone would look like some beast took a massive bite off one's body.
~Bang!! Bang!! Bang!! Bang!!~~
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
One of the dragias found his entire left shoulder blown away, while another got his right left detached due to one hit.
The wave of terror caused by the spine-tingling screams from their contacts made the other dragias tremble and take several steps back in horror.
What exactly were they fighting against?
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