Early the next morning, in the outskirts of Gamosi City, more than seven hundred warships of the Titon Kingdom Navy appeared within the Brera people's sight.
On the flagship, as he looked at the hometown he had once known, Clement felt nostalgia—but even more hatred.
A hundred years ago, he, the now-dead Kingsley, and Xiloyang, whose limbs had been severed, had all enrolled in Gamosi City's Transcendent Academy in the same year.
Without his support, those two bastards could never have graduated from Gamosi City's Transcendent Academy, much less joined the Navy's Second Fleet.
Thinking back on everything that had happened, he found it laughable.
And that lofty Breller Grand Duke... I, Clement, would personally destroy this nation and wipe out the Breller family.
"Drip... drip..."
Feeling droplets on his face, Clement raised a hand to touch them. The icy sensation made him frown slightly.
He looked up at the sky. At some unknown point, the once-clear heavens had been shrouded in dark clouds, and a fine rain had begun to fall.
As time passed, the rain grew heavier. Raindrops struck the sea, splashing up spray after spray.
The sea wind howled, making the Titon Kingdom's military banners snap fiercely, as though declaring their sovereignty over this land.
"General, the enemy has surrendered." An officer boarded the flagship and approached Clement to report respectfully, delight in his eyes.
"Surrender? Heh heh..."
Clement let out a disdainful laugh, a mocking curve rising at the corner of his mouth.
He would accept Gamosi City's surrender, but that did not mean he would not raise the butcher's blade.
Amid the torrential rain, several thousand Titon naval soldiers landed at the harbor and swiftly took control of every major route.
Several hundred nobles stood in the rain, fear and relief in their eyes.
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