Soon, both fleets engaged in the "Death Waltz," tacking against the wind while gradually approaching each other.

Although the spectators nearby instinctively hoped Byron would win, they all felt a bit pessimistic about this battle.

"Previously, His Majesty the King of the Wild Hunt was able to tactically split the second and third fleets, which served as the main fleets, because the two lines of battle had been bombarding each other for a long time, and personnel losses were substantial.

Now, how could a batch of low-profile cruisers possibly break through the well-prepared battleships? No matter how fast they are, they can’t shake them.

This is simply impossible.

If he achieves such a feat, the entire history of navigation and naval warfare on the Old Continent would be rewritten by him."

As the distance closed to one kilometer, sudden turbulent waves appeared on the sea surface.

George immediately took the role of strategist for the Demon Lord:

"Your Majesty, the wind is strengthening, this isn’t the normal natural phenomenon of the Strait of Dover.

It’s Lancaster’s authority!"

The currents in the Strait of Dover generally flow from the southwest to the northeast along the strait, but a sustained northeastern wind could reverse the current, so sea battles here have unpredictable sailing conditions.

At least there’s a regular pattern, but today, with navigable conditions at around wind force 5 suddenly turning into high seas with waves over two meters, it is somewhat unusual.

The next moment, the action of the interdiction cruiser fleet confirmed his guess.

The entire interdiction cruiser fleet, which had been following standard sea combat procedures and seizing the windward position, suddenly reversed course and voluntarily ceded the windward position to the Phantom Fleet, moving to the leeward position themselves.

Then both headed in the same direction, and as they rapidly approached the effective range of a hundred meters, the gun ports were swung open.

"All guns ready!"

The heavy cruiser’s armament consists of a total heavy artillery setup with the lower deck carrying 30 32-pounder cannons and the upper deck having 26 42-pound carronades.

The main third-level ships have 28 32-pounder cannons on the lower deck, 30 24-pounder cannons on the upper deck, and 16 9-pounder guns on the open-air deck, overall lagging behind the former by 9 32-pound heavy guns in projection quality.

A shout of surprise suddenly threw the Phantom Fleet into chaos.

"Not good, report to the captain that the main gun ports can’t open!"

"We’re in the same situation."

Except for a few Fourth-rate Ships, all battleships of the third level and above reported the same bad news.

The reason is simple: the draft of battleships of third level and above is too deep, with the main gun ports too close to the water.

The 32-pound heavy cannons on the lowest deck are located mid-hull, with the bottom frame of the gun ports about 1.2 meters above the sea surface, and higher seas risk waves entering through the gun ports.

Now the waves are over two meters, and when tilted into the water on the leeward side, to prevent the battleships from taking on water, the main gun ports must be closed, leaving only the 30 24-pounder secondary cannons and 16 9-pounder guns on the upper deck available.

Ghost Ships, though possessing their own ship spirits and much stronger and more agile than ordinary warships, still aren’t immune to sinking again.

In terms of speed and firepower, they were already inferior to the heavy cruisers; now, with the main guns unusable, it’s simply a disaster.

But Byron’s eyes remained as calm as an ancient well.

Last time, when he trapped the Great Pirate Redbeard Edward and the Goddess of Vengeance, he still had to rely on heavenly time.

But today, in this water domain where his own authority can cover, his will is... heavenly time!

With a grand gesture, he commanded:

"Send them back to the Abyss for me! Fire!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!...

Orange-red muzzle flashes burst forth, thousands of fiery trails shot straight at the barnacle-covered Phantom Fleet.

The audience thought this battle would turn into battleships slaughtering cruisers, but it turned out to be heavy cruisers explosively annihilating battleships head-on!

They all gasped in astonishment.

However, at this moment.

Suddenly, dozens of white trails emerged beneath the Phantom Fleet ships, their heads faintly flickering with the blue glow of whale oil, charging directly toward the Interdiction Cruiser Fleet at a speed of 15 knots.

The sharp-eyed lookout of the interdiction cruiser fleet noticed, these were dozens of strange oval metal spheres, each with a burly black-skinned undead soldier tirelessly paddling to adjust their course.

These are actually dozens of... carbon-based guided whale oil torpedoes!