Mexico's Movements

The English sounded the call to withdraw.

The smoke-blackened, battle-worn remnants retreated to the ships they had landed from, scattered so thinly that they could not even fill a single cabin.

Many had already suffered mental breakdowns. Some stared blankly ahead, while others trembled all over, endlessly muttering, "Everyone is going to die."

As for the wounded, not one had suffered only minor injuries. The most common wounds were limbs scorched and carbonized by intense heat. Those attacked by werewolves or struck head-on by dragonfire had no chance of returning at all.

"Demons! Those Texans are all demons."

"Please, send me home. I want my mother."

Boom—

The giant Steel Creation emerged from the ruins of New Naples. The Iron Duke, bearing the Empire's glory, swung an arm aside and cleared away the rubble before slowly crossing the crystallized beach amid a sky full of dust.

Behind it was the King Squad, reduced to barely half its number. Their armor was covered in scars and mottled damage, with sparking Magic Array plates exposed in many places.

"Even the Iron Duke and the King Squad were defeated..."

At that moment, the naval soldiers aboard the ships felt as though even the Union Jack hanging from the masts had lost its luster.

Before boarding, the Iron Duke instinctively glanced back. From the ruins, still burning with dying embers, came waves of piercing wolf howls.

One enormous werewolf after another dragged its battered body into view. Their blue-gray fur was nearly identical, while their dark green beast eyes reflected a heart-stopping gleam amid the embers.

"Next time, I'll crush every last one of you."

The Iron Duke's icy voice sounded like two blades scraping together. Then, without looking back, it activated its steam engine and flew toward the Sea King.

Lothar, having returned