"What the hell?!"
At that moment, watching that bolt of lightning fly toward Yinchen, Huai Shi, lying on the scorched earth and seared medium-rare, was so shocked he flipped over.
He did not know whether he should take a deep breath of cold air or simply say how terrifying it was.
How could anyone voluntarily jump into a stellar fragment?
Were you people of the Sea of Thunder always this reckless?!
Even with all his years of rich experience in courting death, he still felt a sense of defeat. I concede.
This was not even in the same category.
When people went out to pick a fight, there had to be a reason, right?
After seeing the other side roll out their cannons, and realizing the targets were a bunch of allied troops they did not care about, the normal reaction should have been, "Hahaha, those idiots are screwed," right?
How did they suddenly fly into a rage, roll up their sleeves, and charge straight in front of the cannons?
Hello?
With firepower this fierce, why were they not shooting at me?
Were you fucking looking down on me?!
How were those trash from the Fallen Kingdom Realms, who only knew how to pile up numbers, better than me?
Now, as the furious Gnome Kings commandeered the Dragon Hunting Ship and began making their move, the entire battlefield fell into stunned silence.
Upon the terrifying giant ship, as though forged from solidified lightning, black sails bearing the insignias of rulers rose one after another.
Storm Moon, Howling Moon, Bleeding Moon, White Moon, Aberrant Tide, Homecoming Tide, End Tide...
At the very front of the warship, the Storm Priest struck the King's Drum held against his chest.
From the drum made of the skull and skin of the fallen King of