The Fallen Ancient Dragon

After hearing Charlotte's order, the guild members aboard the magic ship immediately sprang into action, and a constant din filled the air.

"First-level preparation—"

The Mages loaded large quantities of elemental crystals into the furnace and added liquid fuel refined from the blood of magical creatures such as dragons and giants.

The furnace valves opened. The elemental crystals and liquid fuel mixed together, then underwent crushing and stirring, triggering an intense magical reaction that released terrifying amounts of energy.

For a time, the temperature inside the magic ship rose sharply, and surging steam burst from the pipes.

"Second-level preparation—"

The players activated the ship's advanced energy-transfer runes. The patterns across the hull suddenly lit up like veins coursing with blood.

All the energy gathered behind the barrel, crackling and roaring without end. The intense magical fluctuations even warped the surrounding space.

"Third-level preparation—"

The lead player swung his staff, and the barrel swiftly shifted, using tracking magic to firmly lock onto the Ancient Green Dragon within the storm.

All the energy poured into the barrel, forming a dazzling orb at the muzzle where red, blue, and purple intertwined.

Arcs of electricity danced, flames spilled forth, and sparks shot in every direction. The energy overflowing from the orb surged and flowed wildly, creating an energy vortex a hundred meters in diameter.

"This is the first time the Super Heavy Elemental Ship Cannon has been used on a battlefield. Fire it already!"

"This thing has some real kick!"

"Go, go, go! I want to see some huge fireworks!"

The lead player put on his goggles and brought down his staff cleanly. Through the voice-transmission spell built into it, his voice reached the entire ship.

"Fire!!"

Before his words had even faded, there came a crisp crack, followed by a deafening roar that