919 Counter-pursuit (1)

A cry of alarm rang out. The trash warship piloted by the members of the rising fish tribe had disintegrated the moment it came into contact with the Holy Dragon city's warship. The passengers on it also fell into the sea.

Fortunately, the tribesmen of the water world were all Masters of playing with water. Even if they fell into the sea, they would not be in any danger for a while.

However, there was a huge warship behind them at this moment. If they were to be sucked into it, they would have a slim chance of survival.

The tribesmen had also realized this, and they all fled with all their might, trying to avoid the ship that was crashing toward them.

The Holy Dragon City soldiers on the warship did not care about the tribesmen who had fallen into the water. Instead, they fixed their eyes on the garbage warship at the front, accelerating towards it.

There was a Guardian Summoner on the garbage ship, and it was the castellan who ordered them not to let go of the target. Now that they were lucky enough to encounter him, they naturally couldn't let him go!

On the rapidly advancing warship, a Holy Dragon City Lord cultivator stood like a mountain. He was looking at the garbage warships that were constantly fleeing, a mocking expression on his face.

He turned to look at the bandaged pirate leader with a hint of approval in his eyes.

"The Maiyu tribe? that's a strange name. What's its origin?"

Although the pirate leader's face was pale, he was in good spirits, as if the wounds on his forehead had no effect on him.

After hearing the Holy Dragon City cultivator's question, the pirate smiled and replied, " "The rising fish tribe's name comes from a strange eye of the ocean. Every once in a while, a large school of fish will appear in this eye.

The Eye of the Sea is an important place for the tribe, and the fish are the main source of food for the tribe!"

The divine Dragon Tribe cultivator nodded and smiled."There's actually such a thing. If there's a chance, I'd like to experience it!"

The leader of the sea tribe turned to look at the accelerating warship and asked with a worried tone, " "My Lord, I wonder if your warship can go faster?

If we let those guys take the Horde Summoner away, then my brothers and I will have died in vain!"

After that, he glanced at the remaining one-third of his men behind the warship and sighed softly.

"Don't worry, they won't be able to escape!"

Hearing this, the Holy Dragon city's Lord cultivator couldn't help but sneer and wave at the soldiers beside him.

At the same time, a Holy Dragon City soldier raised the megaphone in his hand and shouted at the sea, " "The people of the outfish tribe in front, listen up. We are the Holy Dragon city's patrol fleet. We order you to stop immediately and accept our investigation!"

if you don't follow our orders, we will immediately attack you!

The language of the sea's lost race was amplified by the loudspeaker, floating on the surface of the sea and falling into the ears of the members of the rising fish tribe.

Hearing the Holy Dragon city's warning, the outfish tribesmen looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

They had only heard of the Holy Dragon city's powerful martial arts, but had never experienced it for themselves. However, just by looking at these huge metal warships, they knew that the rumors were true.

If they did not follow the warning, they would definitely be attacked by the Holy Dragon City. They would not have a good ending!

While they were hesitating, the leader of the cultivators at the front roared.

ignore them. Continue to evacuate!

When the hesitant members of the clan heard the cultivator leader's order, they subconsciously chose to obey. This was why not a single trash warship from the Holy Dragon City stopped after the order was given.

After the Holy Dragon City cultivators on the warship behind saw this scene, they immediately let out a cold snort.

"Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit, courting death!"

"Open fire immediately and destroy the five trash warships at the back!"

As the order was issued, an anti-aircraft machine gun fixed on the bow of the ship suddenly spewed out a series of flames.

The high-speed bullets stirred up water pillars on the sea, and at the same time, they landed on the garbage stations. Immediately, blood mist and screams rang out.

The flying bullets struck the boatfish clansmen paddling the trash warships with all their might, instantly tearing them to pieces.

Just as their fellow tribesmen's faces were filled with horror, they were hit by another bullet, and their mutilated bodies fell directly into the sea!

As for the garbage warship they were on, it was smashed into pieces and sank in an instant.

In the space of a few breaths, all the trash warships that had been locked onto were completely sunk. The few tribesmen who were lucky enough to survive were struggling in the blood-filled seawater.

The clansmen on the other trash warships were scared out of their wits when they saw the tragic scene. They either stopped the warships or quickly jumped into the sea, trying to escape the Holy Dragon city's pursuit.

On the ship at the front of the garbage station, the leader of the cultivators of the tribe saw this scene and a look of despair appeared on his face.

Looking at his clansmen struggling in the water, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

stop! We can't escape!

After hearing this, the tribesmen who were exhausted from paddling all heaved a sigh of relief. They threw away the oars in their hands and collapsed on the garbage warships.

"I'm sorry, we've tried our best!"

The leader of the cultivators slowly sat on the side of the garbage warship. He glanced at The Guardian Summoner, who had his eyes disabled and mouth stuffed with rags, and said with a bitter smile.

Hearing this, the tribal Summoner made a "Wuwu" sound and twisted his body even more violently, trying to break free from the rope on his body and escape.

However, none of the surrounding members of the rising fish tribe extended a hand to help. They all knew that the Holy Dragon city's target was the tribe's Summoner.

If he handed him over to the Holy Dragon City, he and his family might still be able to keep their lives. But if he did not hand him over, then with the powerful strength that the Holy Dragon City had just displayed, destroying their tribe would definitely be a piece of cake!

Choosing the lesser of two evils, the members of the Mengyu tribe now knew what to do.

Perhaps handing over The Guardian Summoners to the Holy Dragon City was their only way out!

Just as the outfish tribesmen gave up on resisting and were prepared to be dealt with by the Holy Dragon City, a large number of garbage warships suddenly appeared in the distance, approaching them.

"This is the warship of patriarch Wufu and the others!"

A burning light immediately appeared in the eyes of one of the members of the Outlander clan when he saw these warships. However, when he thought of the terrifying weapons of the Holy Dragon City and their enormous metal warship, he was startled.

The fire of hope that had been ignited was instantly extinguished by a basin of cold water.

Even though the tribe leader had brought the remaining trash warships from the tribe, they were no match for the Holy Dragon City!

If they chose to go against Holy Dragon City, the rising fish tribe would be doomed!

Thinking of this, the tribesman was shocked. He knew that the tribe leader doted on his only son and would never hand him over to the Holy Dragon City.

Perhaps, a bloody battle would take place soon!