The blue-armored man looked grim. Only now had he gotten a good look at what their enemies looked like.
Their fleet had been wiped out before they had even seen the enemy.
Sure enough, terrifying enemies had come from the other side of the Storm Wall.
He had always been deeply worried about the Storm Wall. Although the Church's people constantly preached that the heavens were round and the earth square, and that the Storm Wall marked the end of the world, he had always felt that something must exist beyond it.
Ten years ago, he had found something else, and he had also seen a corpse in the sea wearing strange clothes.
But he had never dared to voice his suspicions. The Church would have burned him as a heretic. After all, even the King needed the Pope's blessing and prayers to ascend the throne.
The Aircraft Carrier drew closer to these old-fashioned warships, putting tremendous pressure on the blue-armored man and the others aboard them.
Soon, modern soldiers from various countries boarded the warships with weapons in hand and aimed them at the men.
The blue-armored man didn't know what kind of weapons they were holding, but when they were pointed at him, a chill ran down his spine. He knew they had to be terrifying weapons.
And he found out immediately.
A short-tempered man wearing a breastplate and visor took offense at a white American soldier's rough treatment and tried to fight back. The soldier promptly rewarded him with a burst of gunfire.
Rat-a-tat-tat!~
As gunshots rang out, bullets tore into the man's chest.
The armor and breastplate he wore were completely useless. His body was riddled with bloody holes, and blood poured from his wounds.
The Beautiful Country's soldiers were clearly not very disciplined. When they