The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

Chapter 431 Sea Walls

At this time, the Avars were at their most confident. They were launching a counterattack against the continent of Mu, and all the countries in the world were groveling at their feet, almost submitting to them. It could be said that on the continent of Soron, the dragons were number one, and the Avars were number two. Even the most powerful church on the continent of Mu had to give the Avars and the Dragon Church some respect.

This was the first time the Avars had been so ignored and humiliated.

Although upon calming down and thinking it over carefully, one could guess that what the other party said about the Avars' defeat on the continent of Mu was probably true, these Avars from the harbor were used to being pirates, and besides, what did the defeat on the continent of Mu have to do with my homeland?

"Let them taste the power of our artillery!"

An Avar soldier shouted excitedly, "Those big ships opposite us look like a big, fat fish!"

"Be careful not to damage the boat, or we'll have to repair it."

Another soldier joked as well.

The Avar "naval" soldiers on board the ships continuously turned the cannons brought by the Maritime Trade towards the Imperial fleet.

Meanwhile, the gunners on the Avar ships were constantly aiming at the large ships. Although they didn't recognize the other flag, the Avars were all too familiar with the Castilian flag. To the average sailor, the Avars couldn't possibly have been defeated; it was a lie fabricated by the Castilians to try and deceive them. The Avar gunners sneered inwardly. These newly acquired cannons hadn't even been fired once yet, so it would be perfect to test the waters with these Castilian ships.

The waves rolled, and the sea breeze carried the salty, fishy smell. The cannons of the Avar fleet were lined up neatly, their metal gleaming coldly in the sunlight; the gunners were all ready. The commander gave a cold laugh and issued the order: "All hands on deck! Open fire freely once the enemy is within range!"

The gunner held a high position because at sea, cannons could often shoot farther than magic. The gunner constantly calculated the distance, licking his lips and imagining what good things he could catch from this big fish this time.

But at that moment, a deafening roar tore through the air. Before the Avar fleet's cannons could even begin to spew fire, the enemy ships' cannons fired first, and huge water droplets rose up in front of the Avar fleet.

The commander of the Avar fleet was taken aback, clearly not expecting the enemy to also have cannons. However, he quickly recovered and said to his subordinates in a mocking tone, "These people are truly foolish. They have cannons but don't know how to use them. It's obvious they opened fire before we even reached their range. If it were me, I would..."

Before he could finish speaking, a shell struck Avar's flagship with pinpoint accuracy. The violent explosion sent fragments of steel and wood flying, and even the soldiers on deck were thrown off balance.

"Report! The enemy's range—is beyond our limits!" A scream of disbelief came from the watchtower. The commander was pale, gripping the ship's gunwale tightly, unable to believe the fact, staring intently at the massive fleet.

Flames spewed forth again, accompanied by the cries of agony echoing across the Avar fleet. The shells, as if possessed, pierced the side of another ship in succession. As splinters of wood, screams, and seawater rushed in, that ship began to capsize, and the soldiers on deck scattered in all directions, but had nowhere to go.

The soldiers desperately tried to fire back, but the artillery's range was consistently too short to reach the enemy ships. Each time they fired, they were met only with an even fiercer counterattack.

Fear spread like a plague throughout the fleet. Seeing this, the commander immediately ordered, "Accelerate! Have those spellcasters use magic to speed up! Quickly approach the enemy and return fire with cannons, and prepare for boarding action!"

Although the commander was arrogant, he was not an ordinary person. Instead of running away, he decided to close the distance. The other side was obviously a cargo ship, and its speed was definitely not as fast as a warship controlled by a special spellcaster. As long as he could close the distance, he could fight back. As long as he could fight back, there was still hope.

"Oh? Instead of running away, it's heading straight for us?"

Bernice watched with some interest the splashes of water behind the rapidly approaching ships. It seemed to be an application of water magic, using minimal magic to continuously accelerate the ships at sea. It was somewhat interesting, but only somewhat interesting.

"Activate the defenses!" Bernice said.

A fast ship from the Avar side approached the fleet at an extremely high speed and began to fire continuously. Just as the cannons were about to make contact with the hull, they were blocked by an enchanted barrier, leaving the Avar commander and the professionals dumbfounded.

The Avars felt they were now very wealthy, so wealthy that they could even buy the seven pieces of Castile one by one. But even such extravagant Avars never thought of applying a defensive enchantment to their ships, let alone a high-level enchantment that could withstand cannon fire.

Even on armor, this kind of enchantment would be considered a family heirloom by Avar, let alone on a ship, and that ship was clearly not even the flagship.

Avar's commander stared in disbelief at the professional beside him and asked, "What's the difference between this defensive enchantment and the defensive enchantment on our city walls?"

The professional standing next to him instinctively replied, "Sir, the defensive enchantments on our city walls can't be simplified enough to be used on a single cargo ship."

The commander turned and slapped the professional next to him hard across the face. The professional, caught off guard, was immediately knocked to the ground, clutching his red cheek and asking, "Sir? What happened?"

The commander murmured, "Hmm, looks like it's not a dream..."

If the previous long-range artillery gave this commander a glimmer of hope, this sea wall completely extinguished his last remaining hope.

Dude? Do you think there are such things as city walls on the high seas? But now, not only do sea walls exist, they've appeared right in front of this commander.

Of course, if they could get close, there might still be a chance for boarding action, but at this moment, the commander believed that the Avars had really been defeated on the continent of Mu. For a moment, he lost all his fighting spirit and instead, as if he had entered a state of sagehood, he connected all the clues.

"My lord, shall we continue the pursuit?"

The soldier in charge of flag signals spoke in a trembling voice, as if even he had noticed something was wrong.

"Chase the hell!"

Commander Avar, who had been in a state of sage-like tranquility, had now completely calmed down. No wonder the other side could completely disregard the Avars; they certainly had the right to do so. But why would such a powerful fleet be flying the Castilian flag?

Looking at the devastation on the sea, with ships everywhere riddled with enemy fire, the commander said, "We're not going to pursue them anymore, but have someone monitor this fleet. The closer we get, the better, and try to show them goodwill! It seems there are Avars on their ships too, so just say it's all a misunderstanding! Also, have someone notify the Dragon Church to find out who they really are."

When the Avar fleet returned to the harbor, some immediately reported the naval battle to the Dragon Church, but in the shadows, others also began to take action, contacting the Dark Night Holy Court.

Upon hearing this, the bishop wearing a black and white mask laughed even more wildly, as if the mask itself was smiling along with the bishop's expression.

"good very good!"

Although I don't know who the other party is, it doesn't matter. Even if they have powerful firepower or the strongest enchantments, so what? As long as the other party is human, they will have dreams. As long as the other party is in a dream, they can only submit to my power.

The bishop of the Dark Night Holy Court clenched his right fist, already having a plan in mind. This fleet would become one of his aids in the fight against the dragon.

The thought of soon possessing such great power made the smile on the bishop's mask grow even more unrestrained.