Petrov was shivering all over, his pale face like that of a Noble Lady from the Victorian era, caked in white lead powder.
"Impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
In this age, when humanity had nearly set foot in every corner of the world.
Every unclaimed land, no matter how barren or desolate, would have explorers planting their own flags upon it. Yet no one had ever heard of a dragon horde of this scale still surviving anywhere.
At the slightest hint of their existence, Europe's countless fanatical adventurers dreaming of becoming Dragon Knights would swarm over like flies catching a scent.
Boom—
The Lviv's main battleship had its armor plating torn away in huge chunks by two crimson demon dragons working together, exposing the poorly defended vital area beneath.
A massive stockpile of white crystal explosives was stored there, making it undoubtedly the most vulnerable point of the entire airship.
Immediately afterward, another black-scaled demon dragon opened its maw and spewed blazing dragonfire. Fortunately, the Lviv deployed its defensive formation at once and began evasive maneuvers, trying to endure the blow with its thickest central armor.
But the other two demon dragons were no idle creatures. They coordinated flawlessly, like blood brothers who had lived together for centuries, breathing dragonfire onto the Lviv's flank at the same time. The resulting explosions made teeth ache.
The Lviv's cannons began to roar, while more than ten spellcasters aboard desperately unleashed a dazzling array of spells.
The escort ships specialized for anti-air combat also did their utmost to provide support. But the demon dragons flew too quickly. The powerful naval cannons mounted on those escorts, capable of piercing even an airship battleship, simply could not lock onto the agile dragons.
Before long, the already endangered Lviv, caught in the coordination of two more reinforcing demon