“God…”

"What kind of people are we fighting against?"

"Sir? What should we do? Our cannons don't have that high shooting angle!"

The sailors on other ships of the Caribbean Fleet also saw the armored witches flying into the sky, holding long swords of flames, approaching them with a fierce look. In a short time, riots occurred on each ship to varying degrees.

As long as they are not fools, they all know that those enemies who wear plate armored cloaks, hold magic weapons that are incomprehensible with flames, and even fly away will definitely be difficult to deal with!

If the other party had another pair of wings, I'm afraid they would just surrender directly?

The soldiers began to ask the officers what to do, and the gunners stopped to launch artillery or load the shells. Even the officers at the bottom were undecided for a moment and went to ask their captains.

And the captains didn't know even more! When dealing with pirates, or even monsters in the sea, they might know how to deal with them.

However, when dealing with a flying person who is obviously not an enemy of ordinary humans, it is not something they can easily make a decision.

So, they looked at the center of the fleet at the same time, waiting for the next order of the largest flagship, the USS Dedication.

"Lord, what should we do? Please give orders!"

The adjutant of the flagship Dedicated Unit also endured the anxiety in his heart and ran to Lord Beckett, asking the other party to issue an order in response to this situation.

"Anthony, I have a bad feeling..."

As those flying enemies gradually approached, Lord Beckett finally sighed, turned to look at his adjutant, and said in a lonely tone:

"Failure will inevitably be... Perhaps, if all this is just a dream, would it be better?"

Unlike the anxious and restlessness of his subordinates, Lord Beckett seemed a little calm.

He now seemed to understand a little why Port Royal was occupied by a group of pagans allegedly witches, and why the smart and capable Norrington, who ruled over more than a thousand elite soldiers, would surrender easily.

It turns out that these enemies are completely different from the ones they faced in the past. They... can actually be real witchcraft?

In addition to being able to fly, they must also have other attack methods? So, what method should they use to resist?

Muskets? Norrington's soldiers also have more than a thousand muskets...

"Your Excellency, give orders!"

Seeing the enemy in the sky getting closer, the adjutant couldn't help but urge him loudly.

"What can we do with such an enemy?"

Lord Beckett ignored Adjutant Anthony, but murmured and turned around, continuing to look up at the figure flying towards them, getting closer and closer.

It seems that the one wearing golden armor... is a woman? a witch?

When the witch said that Lord Beckett said that he had seen many of them. Whether it was real witches or fake witches, weren’t they just making themselves weird and playing with some disgusting witchcraft?

Where is this kind of witch who is wearing heroic and full-body armor and can fly?

Something must be wrong with the information?

"Damn it!"

Seeing that his commander was in a mess at this deadly moment, Adjutant Anthony couldn't help but become furious.

This kind of aristocratic master who has not experienced too much hardship and training is not reliable! If it were a general who came out of a bloody storm, no matter whether your enemy was a god or a devil, or a flying in the sky or a swimming in the water, no matter whether you fight or not, in this case, they will only issue an order to fire and fight first!

"Hurry up! Send out musketeers and line up! Target: enemies in the sky! Tell them that they can fire freely!"

After seeing that the enemy had flew to a distance of only a few dozen meters from the outermost warship, Anthony, who was unwilling to sit and wait for death, didn't care about so much and directly passed his commander Lord Beckett, and ordered the military commander with a ferocious look on his face.

"Ah? Yes!"

The messenger was stunned for a moment, and first glanced at the Lord, who was the commander of the fleet. After seeing that the other party neither agreed nor opposed it, he responded loudly to the order.

After waiting for a long time, the captains of the outer warship who finally received the order began to act one after another. In fact, even if there was no order, they planned to do so.

On their ship, a large group of musketeers began to rush to the deck. After simply arranging the formation on the deck, the muskets in their hands raised their muzzles and pointed them at the enemies attacking from the sky.

Actually, they want to bombard the cannons directly.

However, the cannons on the warships do not have that high elevation angle, and those who can directly hit the enemy in the sky can only be anti-aircraft cannons, definitely not gunpowder cannons of this era.

No one dared to force the shooting angle of the naval gun. If they had to do that, it would be a big deal to kill the enemy. Those gun barrels that were overturned by huge recoil would take their own lives first!

"Prepare, aim... open fire!"

"Open fire!!!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Finally, after the armored witches flying in the sky approached the effective distance, the outer warships and gun teams began to shoot at the air under the orders of their respective officers.

Countless musket explosions sounded.

After the smoke produced during the shooting, the scorching lead bullets shot towards the enemy in the sky for the first time in this era!

Although the soldiers were also very afraid of such flying enemies that were beyond their understanding, in the minds of most of them, these flying enemies, perhaps, had just gained some special abilities.

Now that they have so many muskets, even if the opponent can fly, they will definitely be punched out with countless flesh and blood holes, and then they will fall directly, right?

"ah!"

"Ah! My hand is broken!"

"Help...they can really be terrible witchcraft!"

With the fire of the musket, in the next moment, countless screams began to sound.

However, these screams were not from the witches, but from the musketeers who had just fired the gun!

The musketeers who shot the witches wearing silver-white armored armor were fine, but their bullets would only be deflected or bounced away; while those who were blind, who directly aimed at the witches with golden or red armored armored armored soldiers were in trouble. The bullets they shot would actually bounce back and pierced blood holes directly on their heads or limbs!

Countless blood or brain matter began to burst out and splash out, instantly dyeing a small piece of deck or those beautiful white sails red.

They would never know that there is a magic called a shield that absorbs physical and magical damage, and those bullets that are bounced or offset away are proof!

There is also a more powerful magic shield, called the reflective shield. In addition to absorbing physical and magical damage, it can also rebound attacks to enemies. The best examples are soldiers who have fallen on the deck, groan, or die directly.

This reflective shield is the simple enchantment that Little Anne attached to the witch bracelet of the five Charlottes and the others. It seems unusually easy to use in this low-demon world.

"How could this be the case? How is this possible?!"

Anthony, an adjutant who had just overstepped the office and issued an attack order, is now beginning to be stunned.

With countless musketeers approaching and shooting, the enemies were intact? Some of them could even bounce the bullets directly from being shot out? How could such a thing happen?

Oh God...

What kind of incredible method is this? Are they all devils crawling out of hell?

"snort!"

After seeing the enemy attack, Charlotte snorted coldly and gave the order loudly.

"Everyone scattered and surrounded them! Don't let any ship run away! Those who do not surrender and those who resist will burn!"

Charlotte himself knew that the shield of their witch bracelets had time limits.

Now, they must use thunder to force the other party to surrender while the enemy is shocked! Only after burning a group of ships and letting the other party realize that they have the ability to easily destroy the entire fleet, will the remaining ones give up resistance and surrender honestly.

"Yes! High Priest!"

The witches floating beside Charlotte responded and soon dispersed.

They slowly formed a sparse connection on the sky of the sea and used their white figures to vaguely surround the entire Caribbean fleet lined up in battle lines.

Which enemy's flagship should be?

After seeing his witches start to act, Charlotte began to fly directly towards the center of the enemy fleet.

In the center of these enemy fleets, there is the largest and tallest warship, its decoration is also the most gorgeous!

Generally speaking, that warship should be the enemy's flagship, right?

Then, the supreme commander of their fleet must be on it!

So, now Charlotte intends to directly force the enemy's head to successfully capture the entire fleet! She believes that she can do this easily.

"Who are the commanders?"

Charlotte flew directly above Lord Beckett's flagship Dedication and shouted sternly.

When she was about to say something and force the other party to surrender, she didn't expect that a smaller battleship suddenly rushed over from beside her. The sailors and soldiers on it dared to shoot at her regardless of their lives. Some sailors even fiddled with a smaller light cannon on the deck.

They... are they planning to force the muzzle and directly aim her directly at her?

"court death!!"

Charlotte shouted lightly, it seemed that these enemies did not intend to surrender easily.

It's okay, so you might as well give them some colors to let them know what an irresistible existence is!

flame……

A fireball began to slowly rush out on Charlotte's left hand without swordsmanship, and gradually became bigger. She decided to use this ship that dared to shoot at her to set an example for the other commander, otherwise, the enemy's flagship would probably continue to resist?

"Broken Fire!"

Charlotte suddenly threw the fireball on his left hand towards the warship that was still approaching her. Under her control, a hot fireball slightly larger than a human head whistled directly towards the deck of the small warship.
To be continued...