"It's a bit regrettable that I couldn't take down that Grand General." Meshi Pasha dismounted and walked into the main tent of the central army.

"But I didn't have much hope to begin with." Since witnessing the various powers of the Holy Knight yesterday, Meshi Pasha didn't expect to kill the "Luo Xia" Grand General with ordinary artillery shells.

The artillery bombardment of the Grand General's Palace was mainly for deterrence rather than killing the enemy.

"Report!"

A messenger ran into the tent and whispered a few words to Meshi Pasha.

"Hahaha."

After listening, Meshi Pasha laughed heartily as he sat in the commander's seat and poured himself a glass of wine.

"I didn't expect the artillery shell to hit the Grand Marshal Pierre. Haha, praise Allah. This is an unexpected surprise."

After saying that, Meshi Pasha drank the wine in his cup in one gulp.

Next, it was time for the Uru-Ban cannon to show its strength.

The scene of his triumphant return had already appeared in Pasha's mind.

With the credit of capturing Rhodes Island and eliminating the Hospital Knights, he could even try for the position of the Grand Vizier.

Thinking about it, Meshi Pasha suddenly felt a little intoxicated.

...

On the other side, in the Grand General's Palace in Rhodes Harbor.

The funeral of the Grand Marshal Pierre had just been held.

The ceremony was short and solemn.

The knights sat silently in their seats in the council chamber. The difference was that some of the seats next to them would probably remain forever empty.

Everyone's mood was extremely heavy.

The death of the old marshal and the terrifying cannon at the city gates were like two thorns piercing everyone's heart.

Charlotte stood up.

At the previous burial ceremony, this young Grand General showed astonishing restraint.

She did not cry or show a mournful expression, but solemnly read out the eulogy she wrote for the old marshal.

"Everyone, pull yourselves together. It's not a time for sadness now."

"Behind us, the people of Rhodes Island still need our protection."

"Now, what we can do for the old marshal is to inherit his will and protect the land beneath our feet with our swords."

After speaking, Charlotte ignored the reactions of the people and walked straight out of the room.

The knights in the council chamber looked at each other in silence and then picked up their weapons and followed the Grand General out of the room.

No one spoke.

But an unspoken power circulated among the knights.

It was a kind of anger and willingness to die—a killing intent.

...

In front of St. Peter's Gate.

Seeing the knights once again ascending the city walls, Meshi Pasha came to the side of the giant cannon.

"Grand General Luo Xia, knights of the Order. Have you made a decision regarding the question I asked before?"

Deathly silence.

On the city walls, no one replied to Meshi Pasha.

Only the red-haired Holy Knight waved his hand behind him.

Some soldiers escorted a dozen Turkish soldiers to the city walls.

These were the Turkish soldiers who had been captured by the Hospital Knights in Nicholas Town before.

These Turkish people were escorted to the forefront of the city walls by the knights' soldiers.

Still, no one spoke.

Then, the Holy Knight made another waving gesture.

After receiving the signal, the soldiers made the prisoners in front of them kneel.

Then, their heads were cut off with a single stroke.

The heads of these Turkish people were then put into the cannon.

Boom!

The heads were launched towards the Turkish camp.

"Very good, very good." Meshi Pasha's face trembled with anger. "It seems you have chosen war, infidels."

"Destroy them."

Meshi Pasha issued orders to the artillery troops and then rode back to the central army.

The fuse of the Uru-Ban cannon was ignited. Its direction was adjusted to aim at the St. Peter's Gate.

Boom! The cannon erupted with a deafening roar.At this moment, the chief commander on the city wall shouted loudly: "Baptism of the Holy Spirit!"

A holy light barrier appeared almost at the same time as the shells reached.

The shells shattered the barrier and heavily hit the towering city wall!

Boom -

Another deafening roar.

Due to the barrier, the power of the shells was weakened to some extent.

But it still created a hole with a radius of about two meters on the city wall!

"Allahu Akbar!"

The Turkish soldiers shouted slogans eagerly and rushed towards the crack in the wall.

The bloody battle unfolded once again.

...

At the other end of Rhodes Island.

On the sea.

Dozens of Turkish warships were vigilantly patrolling and blockading the port.

They had already repelled the attack of the Neapolitan Navy three times before.

Although they achieved victory several times, the powerful Neapolitan Navy still caused significant casualties to the Turkish forces.

Therefore, when the land battle was at a critical stage, the navy dared not relax for a moment.

Captain Ibrahim of the navy was looking at the battle situation in Rhodes Harbor from the deck.

Although he couldn't observe the battle clearly through the telescope.

But judging from the loud noise from the land before.

Ibrahim believed that the situation was undoubtedly in favor of the Turkish army.

Under the breath of that bronze monster, what couldn't be destroyed?

Captain Ibrahim thought so.

At this moment, Captain Ibrahim eagerly hoped for the battle to end soon.

Days of life at sea had made him extremely tired.

Not only were they eating disgusting garbage, but most importantly, there wasn't even a woman to keep him warm!

Thinking of women, a wicked fire rose in Captain Ibrahim's lower abdomen.

"Damn infidels, they evacuated all the civilians on the island to the city. I can't even find a freckled village girl!"

Captain Ibrahim cursed the cunning Rhodes Islanders in his heart, and planned to buy some golden-haired Slavic slave women from slave traders after returning to the capital to vent his frustrations.

Just as Captain Ibrahim was imagining various romantic scenes in his mind.

An ignorant crew member startled him back to reality.

"Captain, something's approaching us! Something is coming toward our ship!"

"Why panic? It's not the Neapolitans coming..."

Immediately, Captain Ibrahim swallowed the second half of his words.

Because he clearly saw a huge "island" approaching his fleet.

What was that?

Shock was written all over Ibrahim's face.

Is it a whale?

Ibrahim remembered that when he was in his homeland in Albania, overseas sailors told him stories about whales in the Atlantic Ocean.

No!

He had never heard of whales in the Mediterranean Sea!

And the "island" in front of him was obviously getting bigger and bigger!

"You go down and tell the oarsmen to row faster!" Ibrahim urgently pushed a crew member next to him, "We need to change course quickly, or that thing will collide with us!"

Just as he was speaking, the huge "island" suddenly rose from the sea!

The rising "island" caused a giant wave, fiercely hitting Ibrahim's ship.

Some crew members who were not steady fell directly into the sea.

At this moment, Ibrahim tightly held onto a mast.

He reluctantly reached out and wiped the seawater from his eyes.

Then, Ibrahim saw the most incredible scene he had ever seen since he was born.

A gigantic monster, like a mountain, was lying next to his warship!

The monster opened its eyes.

They were golden giant eyes that radiated dazzling light like the midday sun!

Next, the monster extended several thick tentacles, comparable to temple pillars, out of the water.

No, they were much thicker than that!

The ferocious tentacles waved in the sky and the sea, occasionally splashing huge waves in the water.

Ibrahim felt that even if all the venomous snakes in the world were bound together, they didn't have the thickness of one of the monster's tentacles, let alone a thousandth of its ferocity and horror!Oh my God! What kind of monster is this?

At this moment, Ibrahim's mind went blank. Apart from shock and fear, there was nothing else.

Just then, the monster spoke:

"Excuse me, is this Rhodes Island?"

It was a gentle and tolerant male voice.

Strangely, after hearing that voice, Ibrahim suddenly calmed down and the panic and fear in his heart disappeared.

"The flag depicts... stars and a moon? It seems right, it's a Turkish ship."

Ibrahim felt like he probably saved his own life.

But the next words from the monster sent him straight into hell.

"Anyone who dares to stop me from eating salted fish shall die!"

The monster raised a thick and massive tentacle and slammed it heavily on the deck of the battleship!

The wooden ship made a cracking sound.

The heavy battleship, constructed by the Ottoman Empire with immense human, financial, material, and time resources, was effortlessly split in half by the monster!

"So thick, so long."

Looking at the suction cups on the monster's tentacles, the size of a wheel, Ibrahim let out a heartfelt sigh. This was also his final farewell in his life.

Then, Ibrahim fell from the broken deck into the endless depths of the sea.