Everywhere he looked, his vision was almost completely filled with dazzling lightning. The faces of everyone aboard the ship were bleached deathly pale by its glow. Brando knew they had reached the most critical moment. If they failed to withstand this wave, all their subsequent experience would be meaningless.
He turned around and shouted to the others, "Raise the Law Lines' defenses to the maximum! I'll take the first impact, but the fleet has to hold together through the shockwave!"
"No problem." Tata glanced at the Lightning Storm bearing down from all directions, then immediately ordered the others, "Mist Elder, Ice Sea Sage, have the sailors blow the horns and raise the fleet's Law Lines defenses to their highest level."
The two elders did not actually need any orders. They knew that this was the fleet's most important gamble, one that would determine whether it lived or died. The command was quickly relayed through the mental network to every sailor in the Tirmosian fleet. The sea folk's mental connection played an important role at least in this moment.
One long horn call after another rang out. The giant oars extended from both sides of the ships again and were lowered into the sea formed by the Law Lines. Translucent shields appeared above each Dragon Head Battleship. Looking closely, one would find that these shields were all formed from silver Law Lines.
The Law Lines intertwined above the fleet, forming circles of mysterious magic arrays. The magic arrays overlapped layer after layer, forming a hemispherical shape.
In the blink of an eye, the moment the shields took shape, the outermost Lightning Storm had already crashed down upon them. Countless serpentine bolts of lightning blossomed from the chaotic storm, flicking out their tongues and licking across the surfaces of the shields.
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