A Dutchman hiding behind the cabin door aimed and shot at Li Qianxia, who was covering Zheng's forces.
Li Qianxia casually fired back.
Bang!
The two bullets collided in mid-air, creating ripples of air around them. One bullet, unreasonably like a bull, knocked the other aside and, with a puff sound, burrowed into the Dutchman's forehead.
"Sorry," Li Qianxia said, "mine is the king of guns, the king among guns."
"Whoosh!"
Li Qianxia turned her head to see a rocket launcher fired from land, trailing white exhaust and stirring up waves of air.
Boom!
One of Zheng's ships was obliterated in a cloud of dust featuring splinters, masts, water, and flesh.
Her expression darkened as she bit down on the Desert Eagle, stepped on the gunwale, and lifted the heavy machine gun with both hands, aiming at a distant Dutch warship that had avoided boarding combat.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
In an era where steam engines had yet to be invented, how could ships withstand the endless barrage of a heavy machine gun?
The ammunition depot exploded first, sending flames and scattered flesh everywhere, drenching Lu'er Gate with blood.
"Don't blame me, you started playing dirty first," Li Qianxia put away the heavy machine gun and removed the Desert Eagle from her mouth, a strand of hair sticking to her lip.
Crash!
The seawater suddenly burst upward, blasting one of Zheng's ships into the air.
With a thunderous crash, a gigantic warship fell from the sky, smashing into the sea and causing huge, surging waves that flipped several of Zheng's ships directly.
A 263-meter-long battleship suddenly appeared in the waters of Lu'er Gate, lying across the channel with its beastly gun muzzles aimed at all of Zheng's forces.
"The Yamato!" Li Changzhou stared at the massive warship.
The Yamato, the largest battleship in naval history.
The ship was heavily armored, featuring nine 460 mm main cannons, twelve 155 mm secondary cannons, and 156 25 mm anti-aircraft guns.
Not to mention its overwhelming firepower, just its displacement of 70,000 tons was enough to create a daunting disparity—the Dutch's Galen ships only displaced 500 tons.
Historically, the Yamato hardly did anything before being sunk by American naval aircraft, but it was absolutely emblematic of the battleship doctrine.
The shells, dragging flames, flew over several miles, attacking Zheng's ships like a pack of wolves.
An apocalyptic scene froze everyone's breath, as time itself seemed to slow down.
"Brother!" Li Qianxia called out.
Li Changzhou stepped forward, ready to take action.
"I'm taking this ship." Turquoise Pool had already flown out.
With a single palm strike, she exploded the nine shells, each weighing 1,460 kilograms with a 330 kg payload, in the air.
One by one, they aligned in the sky like rings of fireworks.
Heavenly Calamity hung like a massive curtain sweeping toward the Yamato.
"Bastard!" On the Yamato, a man with a distinctly Japanese aura drew his sword.
Turquoise Pool smiled radiantly: "Could you give it to me, please?"
"...Okay."
The Yamato shrank and fell into Turquoise Pool's palm. She eyed the Yamato, now like a model in her hand, checking its information.
[Name: Yamato]
[Type: Prop]
[Quality: C]
[Special Effect: No crew needed; ammo and food refresh automatically every month; powered by "Ability"]
[Minimum Use Conditions: 5 points and above in "Ability"]
[Introduction: The largest battleship in human naval history]
[Note: Although it's a World War II artifact, the ship has air conditioning, serves ice cream, and has a diverse menu]
"No self-repair?" Turquoise Pool was somewhat disappointed, "Oh well, it could still make a good cruise ship or model."
She looked at the original owner of the Yamato: "Die for me."
"It's an honor!" The samurai bowed deeply and disemboweled himself with his sword.
Before his body even hit the ground, Turquoise Pool had already flown back to Zheng Chenggong's flagship, her identity card being carried by an invisible hand, following her.
"Congratulations to Fairy Turquoise Pool on acquiring the largest battleship in history. Share and share alike, the identity card is mine." Li Changzhou said, smiling like someone who wouldn't let a penny slip by in a group chat.
But he was on high alert inside.
Turquoise Pool's S-grade instinct had grown stronger since 1928.
"You want 10 game coins too?" Turquoise Pool mocked, deeming him unworthy, as the identity card landed in Li Changzhou's hands.
Li Changzhou glanced at it; the skills on the identity card were still not good enough to replace any he had.
When would he get an unlimited skill bar?
Li Changzhou pocketed the identity card and looked toward the shore.
All of Zheng's forces who landed were dead, as were all the Dutch at sea, their blood mixing with the sharp scent of gunpowder, unable to mask the stench of blood.
On the shore, a group of people with an aura starkly different from the surroundings stared back at Li Changzhou.
One of them leapt into the air, with a stunning appearance and a slender, elegant figure.
"This is Hell Road," Turquoise Pool whispered into Li Changzhou's ear, her breath slinking into his ear as if trying to penetrate his heart.
"A woman?" Li Changzhou asked, curious.
"Saint Master, like you, enjoys being surrounded by beauties; all underlings of the Six Paths are beauties, and it is said that Heavenly God Path is filled with women as beautiful as Heavenly Immortals."