Acharn, the name Yang Yuefan was almost repeated in his sleep. The pressure from reality made him find that his hair loss had begun to increase. You should know that being able to keep one of his hair in the relevant departments is comparable to the feat of hunting a great demon.

"We sank a Chaos Battleship called Consolation, but according to records, this is our third time." Zog Mancini continued to introduce the situation of the battle at the sea: "If nothing unexpected happens, we will soon encounter it for the fourth time, and its size is growing, and the crew of Consolation has been shouting the name Acharn before it sinks."

"The Dingyuan was severely damaged because Acharn, he could fly, release poisonous fog, fire flames, and his armor could resist artillery close shooting. There was no effect after the musket hit. If we hadn't sunk the comforter in time, the broken ship would have sunk into the seabed with him, and he might have been able to handle the Dingyuan alone." Mancini's words instantly quieted the battle group channel.

"Is he really a player?" Mancini couldn't help but feel shocked and asked, "He looks more like a person with a plug-in than his head!"

Yang Yuefan looked at his falling hair with some regret, thinking that Mancini was right, that Acharn was really a guy who had a plug-in.

The best way to deal with the hangbike is of course to send another hangbike. Yang Yuefan remembered his behavior of treating Xu Yichen's survival pod as a kashika in the spaceship, and blushed a little because he had to trick the other party again in the game.

"How did Feng Wuyi disappear?" Xu Yichen asked in silence for a while. Obviously, Acharn's strength was completely beyond the expectations of the players.

Zog Mancini sighed: "He didn't have time to escape from the comfort in order to snatch back the bodies of several sailors."

"To be more specific, we must now rely on your description to analyze the man Acharn." The words of the Demon Hunter forced Mancini to retell the previous naval battle in place of Master Sanzang and other sailors.

The sea was filled with the smell of gunpowder. The artillery on the side of the Dingyuan was roaring constantly, and a large number of shells were poured out, covering the comforter in a wave.

The battleship blessed by Nurg has extraordinary defense. It constantly swallows the destroyed battleships, and its size has become much larger than before, and thick cuticles have grown on the surface of the ship.

After a solid bullet hits the comforter, even a jump will occur. Even more advanced flowering bullets cannot cause real fatal damage to the comforter.

More importantly, its crew members, who are not willing to survive and die, are mostly numb. They don't care about the enemy's fierce artillery fire. If the comfort urged them to pick up weapons, fill shells, and fight back, they could even sleep in the sky with the fire of the artillery.

Archarn was very disdainful of his crew, and they reminded him of the foreman who used to pretend to be busy on the construction site.

There were only a few crew members that satisfied Acharn and the Condolence themselves, such as the gun captain Koda on the ship, who had dark gray skin and a huge cyst on his neck, which made people think he had two heads.

"Fill those heads in, you bunch of rotten meat! We're going to scatter, scatter!" Koda was tall and his huge cyst squeezed half of his cheek, making him see something with only one eye, but this did not prevent him from being an excellent gunner.

"The rotten head cannon is moving forty-four centimeters toward ten o'clock, and raise the angle a little higher!" Koda's rotten feet stepped on the same rotten deck and communicated with the comfort, which was something that human warships could never do.

As if Koda commanded, the cannon slowly and firmly squirmed to the position he should be. The deck below it gradually thickened, adding the angle of elevation to the point that it meets Koda's requirements.

"Fire the cannon! Give them a lesson!" Koda kicked the cannon, which was covered with human skin. The position of Koda kicking was exactly the position of the human skin's face: "I know that ship, and it sunk us last time!"

The face of the person who had been flattened tried hard to make a grinning expression, but it failed. With the launch of the plague cannon, it seemed to exhaust all its energy and suddenly became depressed.

Acharn looked at his firepower launch with satisfaction, and walked around the deck excitedly. His boots sucked the soft flesh on the deck, and bubbled fermented slurry flowed in each gap: "That's right, that's it! I began to look at you with admiration!"

Master Sanzang, who had already walked on the deck, frowned and looked at the strange warship in the distance. The creatures living on land would never have imagined that such strange things could be produced in the sea.

Master Sanzang left the Loess Zone because he was a witch and used a teleportation array to reach other continents. He did not break out a bloody path in the chaos encirclement like the sailors on the ship, so he was a little uncomfortable with this fighting rhythm.

In Master Sanzang's excellent dynamic vision, more than a dozen fat heads, which were swollen and as if they were about to vomit, were hit with a whistling sound. He subconsciously kicked over and intercepted one of them.

The rotten heads seemed to be rotten fruit, exploded on the spot, sputtering on the deck with corrosive acid, while more rotten heads completed their mission and hit the Dingyuan.

Several sailors who did not dodge in time were splashed with pus, and they were covered in scabies and prickly heat on the spot, and fell to the ground and kept twitching.

The sailors nearby didn't even dare to get close to each other, so they could only end the opponent's pain with spears or muskets, and then they entered the battle again.

No one likes death, but it can be adapted and used to, because there are more terrible endings in this world than death.

Master Sanzang watched as the bodies of several dead sailors began to dissolve, and their muscles and bones merged together like jelly.

Two or three little monsters, about forty centimeters tall, crawled out of the corpse like trash cans. They had colorful skin, round and looked very harmless.

Nurgling, Master Sanzang, has seen such inconspicuous little things. He knows that they are moving plague walkers and malicious prank experts. If you overcome your fear, a strong farmer may be able to blow up their dog heads, but without the purification of professionals, the village it has appeared will soon become a dead land.
Chapter completed!