"Boss, what is that?"
On the deck, the sailors pointed at the other side with horrified expressions, while the First Mate also wore an incredulous look.
He was an experienced old navy man. In forty years at sea, he had served on seven ships, rising from sailor to renowned First Mate. He had seen all kinds of ships, but never anything this outrageous.
As they watched the Steel Behemoth slowly approach, everyone felt their mouths go dry, and their legs trembled.
"Boss, can the Steel Empire actually build iron ships now?" the boatswain stammered to the burly man beside him.
"Iron ship?" The First Mate's face twitched. This is an iron ship? It's obviously a fortress!
When he was young, he had visited the Eastern Continent more than once. Their shipbuilding skills had been inferior even to those of the Red Tower Country, the weakest nation in the Western Islands. It had only been a few years—had they really evolved this absurdly? They could actually build such a monster?
With its enormous hull and exaggerated gun emplacements on the deck, it looked like a Steel Behemoth armed to the teeth. He had spent his entire life at sea, yet he had never seen a ship that made people lose the courage to fight at first glance.
"What's going on?" The captain, dressed like a respectable man, hurried out. The moment he saw the scene before him, his legs went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.
"Th-this... what is that?"
Everyone looked at their captain, but no one could provide an answer...
The ship stopped roughly fifty meters away. Countless steel gun emplacements aimed at them, and the enormous barrels made their scalps prickle. The main gun barrel in particular looked large enough to fit an elephant inside.
"Raise the