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Chapter 108 Submarine Attack
Chapter 108 Submarine Attack
Taking advantage of the wind, the seven warships pressed towards Cold Iron Island from three directions in a fan shape.
As the distance closed, the steel crossbow bolts were fully drawn by the winch, their dark muzzles locking onto the island's gun emplacements and the retreating Iron Anchor Gang warships.
Han Gu channeled his inner energy, and his hoarse, broken voice pierced through the waves, echoing throughout the entire dock.
"Shen Tieyi! Let's settle our score from last time, principal and interest!"
Outside the mine, flames soared into the sky.
The Salt and Iron Society's garrison was forced into a corner by the combined attacks of the Iron Anchor Gang and the Blood Bone Alliance.
Some people retreated to the source mining area in the back mountains.
"Go in! Blow up the mine entrance! Nobody will get away with this!" The head guard, his face covered in soot, charged in with a knife in hand.
Inside the mine tunnel, Xu Hao sat cross-legged.
The vital energy continuously flows into the earth's veins.
Within his sea of consciousness, the progress of the Blessed Land Scroll was stuck at 70%.
The shouts of battle outside traveled along the rock face, causing rocks to fall in a flurry.
Xu Hao didn't even lift his eyelids.
His hand holding the Sea-Devouring Blade was as steady as a rock.
"Boss, there are men outside. At least fifty or sixty of them, carrying gunpowder!" Luo Meng shouted as he ran halfway back with his knife in hand.
"Guard the mine for me," he uttered, his breath long and drawn out. "Ten breaths. Within ten breaths, don't let a single fly in."
Luo grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "Alright."
He turned around and strode to the narrowest point of the mine.
Zhou Si, carrying a knife, followed silently with more than thirty miners who had just been unchained.
These men were skin and bones, covered in blood scabs, and their eyes gleamed with the ferocity of hungry wolves seeing blood.
Being treated like livestock, the anger in my heart had been burning up to the point of being choked.
"Brothers," Luo Meng slammed his knife on the ground, sending stone chips flying, "the boss has given the order: ten breaths. If you make it, we'll be living the high life. If you don't, you'll all be buried here."
Zhou Si spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva: "I've had my fill of smashing this damn rock. Today I'll practice on these bastards' heads!"
The Salt and Iron Society's garrison stormed into the mine tunnels.
They ran headlong into this group of miners with bloodshot eyes.
The head guard froze for a moment, then roared, "A bunch of lowly miners, daring to block the way? Kill them!"
The two collided.
There are no special moves.
They all played with a death-defying style.
Zhou Si cleaved through the air with his sword, then lunged forward, biting the ear of a guard and tearing off a chunk of flesh.
The defenders screamed and fell to the ground, where they were smashed into a pulp by the miners who surged up from behind with stones and broken pickaxes.
Luo Meng was at the very front.
The blood and qi of the late stage of the Bone Forging Realm erupted without reservation.
He smashed the guard captain's sternum with a punch, snatched the gunpowder pack from his hand, and threw it behind him.
The narrow mine tunnels became a meat grinder.
Take a breath.
Three breaths.
Seven breaths.
More than a dozen miners fell.
The remaining men were covered in blood, gritting their teeth, and did not retreat an inch.
Deep in the mine, Xu Hao's breathing was perfectly in sync with the rhythm of the earth's veins.
The tenth breath.
Within his mind, the ancient scroll burst forth with dazzling light.
[Binding successful: Cold Iron Ore LV1 (Awakening)]
[Blessed Land Tradition: Iron Bones Cold Spring - The vein naturally produces Cold Iron Refined Ore every month, with quality increasing with the blessed land's level.]
[Obtained a Blessed Land Specialty: Cold Iron Marrow (Rare) - Can be used to temper weapons or strengthen bones, and has the effect of breaking through realms for martial artists below the Bone Forging Realm.]
Xu Hao opened his eyes.
The Sea-Devouring Blade, embedded in the rock strata, emitted a clear and melodious ringing sound.
On the blade, a layer of dark blue patterns spread out from the original dark red runes. These patterns were the roots of the mineral vein, exuding a chilling aura.
He gripped the hilt of the knife, drew it, and stood up.
The fighting at the mine entrance continues.
The Salt and Iron Society's garrison, relying on its superior numbers, had pushed Luo Meng and his men to their limits.
A dark blue wave of air swept out from the depths of the mine.
This wave of energy was mixed with extremely cold, malevolent energy.
A thin layer of frost covered the rock walls along the way.
The two combatants were numb in their hands and feet, and the weapons in their hands weighed over a thousand pounds.
Even the blood flow was sluggish.
Xu Hao, carrying a knife, walked out unhurriedly, stepping on the pebbles scattered on the ground.
He casually dealt with the passing guards, walked outside the mine, and looked up at the Iron Anchor Gang and Blood Skeleton Alliance warships that were engaged in a fierce battle on the distant sea.
The qi emanated from his body, transforming into a visible ripple.
The remaining soldiers of the Salt and Iron Society nearby were blasted away and crashed into the stone wall, losing consciousness.
"From this day forward, Cold Iron Island belongs to Wei Zhentian."
His voice pierced the sea breeze, carrying clearly throughout the entire dock, drowning out the distant sounds of gunfire.
"If you're not satisfied, you can leave now. If you're too slow, you'll be left behind as fertilizer."
In the ruins of the council hall, Liu Cheng, who was being trampled under Shen Tieyi's feet, heard these words.
He was originally planning to use Han Gu to turn the tables.
Then they heard the voice mixed with the aura of a grandmaster, and looked at the dark blue pillar of light rising from the mining area in the distance.
He collapsed into a limp mass of mud, sprawled among the rubble.
Han Gu outside wasn't idle.
Seven warships arrayed themselves, and dozens of steel spears, each with a canister of fire oil attached to its tail, hurtled toward the front of Cold Iron Island, leaving long trails of flame.
The outer stone fortifications couldn't even hold up for half an incense stick's time, with broken bricks and tiles flying everywhere.
Shen Tieyi's Iron Anchor Gang warships were trapped in the sea of fire at the dock, unable to advance or retreat.
The leftmost ironclad ship took a solid spear blow to its side, seawater flooded in, and the ship was slowly sinking.
The sailors, shirtless, used wooden buckets to scoop water out, but it was a drop in the ocean, and they were so anxious they were jumping up and down cursing.
Amidst the wind and waves, the Zhenyuan cruiser crept closer, barely making a splash.
Chen Yuanzhi stood on high ground, holding two red and black flags in his hands, his movements swift and decisive.
Xu Hao stood at the entrance of the mine, squinting.
The flag signal was quite clear: Han Gu had positioned his flagship at the very back of the fleet, using the six ships in front as cannon fodder. The old man had learned his lesson after his previous defeat; he was now trying to carve a bloody path with the lives of his men, then hide behind and reap the rewards.
Xu Hao tucked the Sea-Devouring Blade into his back and strode toward the dock.
Luo Meng and Zhou Si, leading a group of miners, were about to follow when he raised his hand to stop them.
"Protect the source mining area. If you lose even one stone, I'll hold you accountable."
Zhou Si grinned, revealing his missing teeth, slung the knife over his shoulder, and spat out a mouthful of saliva: "Don't worry, boss. Anyone who wants to enter this cave today will have to ask the knife in my hand if it agrees."
Xu Hao touched the ground with his toes and used the momentum to leap onto the bow of the Zhenyuan ship.
A head-on confrontation? Too much trouble.
The Megatron Merchant Guild has just opened for business; there's no need to squander all the wealth it has painstakingly accumulated on the front lines.
He focused his energy in his dantian, and his inner energy flowed into the hull of the boat through the soles of his feet.
A dark blue halo wandered through the gaps in the Xuanwu bone armor.
"Second brother, tell the brothers to hold on tight."
Chen Yuanzhi had just put the flag away when he heard this. Without saying a word, he grabbed the thick cable next to him and kicked the still-dazed Mud Monkey towards the mainmast: "Hold on to your death!"
The waterline of the Zhenyuan dropped rapidly.
The seawater flooded the deck, covered the hatches, and finally swallowed even the high-raised tortoise-shell bow.
Only a wisp of gray mist remained on the sea surface, slowly drifting away with the sea breeze.
Submersible, underwater.
The light was dim, and the undercurrents were turbulent.
The outer layer of the Zhenyuan ship was forced open to form an elliptical water-repellent shield, completely isolating the seawater from the outside.
Xu Hao stood at the bow of the ship, looking up through the protective barrier.
The Blood Corpse Alliance's six vanguard warships were pressing towards the island at full speed, their hulls covered with lush green barnacles, casting large shadows underwater.
The Zhenyuan glided silently past the dark reefs on the seabed without even bubbling up a bubble.
Han Gu's flagship was parked two miles away to provide cover.
This ship was a whole size larger than other warships, and its bottom was completely covered with thick iron plates to protect it from being scuttled by sea monsters.
Xu Hao stomped heavily on the tortoise shell beneath his feet.
"Go, give that old geezer upstairs a bowel movement."
The Zhenyuan emitted a deep, muffled sound, its speed increased sharply, leaving a trail of rolling white waves as it headed straight for the base of the flagship.