Now was no longer the time when Imu could rain down destruction from behind with the Final Weapon while he could only flee in disgrace!
Pluto was already in his grasp. After a brief period of repairs, this legendary ancient warship was once again fit to take the field!
You wanted to compare firepower, right? Then let's see whose was greater.
The pitch-black ship surged upward from the deep sea, carried by Bright's Flame Cloud as it raced toward the surface.
Bright stood at the bow, with the phantom formed by Pluto standing beside him.
"Eight hundred years ago, during the war against the Lunarians, although they were said to have fought three Ancient Weapons at once, in truth, only Uranus and I truly fought them."
Pluto's words were calm, but Bright heard overwhelming confidence in them.
Pluto's intelligence was indeed no different from that of an ordinary person. It would not have been an exaggeration to say that a human soul had been attached to this ship.
"Although the Mermaid Princess's power to control the Sea Kings is terrifying, it was of little use on the front lines, especially in a confrontation against the Final Weapon."
Pluto continued, "In that war, Uranus had always tangled with that thing in the sky, while I provided artillery support from below."
"So there is no need to worry, Mr. Bright. At least in terms of firepower, we are no inferior to him!"
"Then I can rest easy."
The corner of Bright's mouth curled upward.
Like the Final Weapon controlled by Imu, Pluto was a pinnacle creation of the Bikans.
Even though Pluto had been created by the surviving Bikan scientists after Bika's downfall and could not compare to the ship of hope built with the strength of an entire race, the two