Chthon smugly said as controlling flames wrapped around Andrew, "King of Abilities, congratulations. You've won again. But I haven't lost either. Your arrangements were airtight, yet I still found an opening."
Chthon's words startled Andrew. Then he sensed something and abruptly turned toward New York. Two warships were diving toward New York in a suicidal plunge.
The warships were moving so fast that their friction with the air created enormous flames, making them resemble meteors. Of course, these two warships were far more terrifying than meteors.
Their internal reactors were operating beyond capacity. Once the warships crashed into New York, the reactors would explode along with them, with power even more horrifying than a nuclear bomb.
Put simply, if both warships came down together, New York would be flattened, and everyone would die.
"For the Empire!"
Inside the warships, every Imperial Soldier shouted fanatically. They had received Prince Balam's order. Though some had hesitated and even questioned it, they ultimately chose to obey.
Behind the two warships, more than a dozen Fire Dragons and a group of Ability Users were giving frantic chase, but they could not match the warships' speed. After all, warships traveled through space; their speed was astonishing.
"God, fuck."
Seeing the two warships plummeting toward them, New York's citizens were both terrified and furious. They hurried to flee, but it was useless. The warships were simply too fast. Unless they could use Space Teleportation, there was no way they could outrun the impact.
"King of Abilities, although we lost on every other battlefield, we have not lost the New York battlefield," Chthon said. "It will take you at least three seconds to remove the Black Flame, while those warships will strike New York in less than a second. You, Director Newman, and the other Skyfathers will