Iver did not open his eyes immediately. He was still praying.
His prayer target had merely changed—from all of Stibium to this warship.
"I beseech Amber, God of the Sacred Number Nine, God of Supreme Perfection, Perfect Eternal God—"
As Iver chanted in a low voice, dusky yellow amber power began spreading outward, forming a hemispherical spherical shield.
The ship had originally been floating on the water. But as the water solidified under the dusky yellow power and turned into solid ice, the elven warship became a perfectly fixed artillery platform.
The priests arrived at their positions one after another.
They were antler-shaped handgrips that looked like steering wheels.
The priests gripped the antlers with both hands, closed their eyes, channeled their mana, and sank their minds into them. The candles on the antlers then lit up out of thin air.
As the priests in the cabin took their positions, clusters of candlelight lit up in succession, illuminating the originally dim cabin.
The warship Cruel Evangelist finally revealed its true form—
The ruby plates embedded in the hull gradually began charging amid the low prayers, growing bright and dazzling.
The entire ship seemed to catch fire, radiating blinding flames across the sea.
It was already deep into the night, yet from afar, the ship seemed to have transformed into the Rising Sun.
The rising heat distorted the air, blurring the ship amid the chaos.
Countless swarms of low-level demons surged toward the ship beneath the dim moonlight. They were like moths throwing themselves at a blazing fire!
"Pope Your Majesty!"
Two Pope Guards entered the cabin and asked Iver for instructions. "Charging complete. Shall we engage the enemy?"
They both looked like girls of eighteen or nineteen, but their faces were now as resolute as battle-hardened warriors'.
Iver slowly opened