Splash!
Amid the white spray surging high into the air, the last Sea King was ripped open by cannon fire, let out a mournful howl, and collapsed.
Vice Admiral Dalmatian panted as he pulled his arm from its skull and jumped back onto the deck.
"Huff... huff... haa!"
After taking several deep breaths to steady himself, he glared fiercely and ordered, "What are you stopping for? Keep attacking!"
"Yes!"
The soldiers responded instinctively, but then shouts suddenly came from the distance.
"Vice Admiral, it's over!"
"What's over?"
"The war is over!"
A messenger came scrambling over, pointing excitedly at the sea outside. "Look, we won!"
"We won?"
Dalmatian froze at those words and turned his head blankly.
Sure enough, after Pluton had cleared out most of the Sea Kings, the Marines, who had already held the advantage, swarmed forward and split them apart for cleanup.
The process was difficult and slow, but with Pluton holding the field, the Sea Kings' counterattacks were like waves crashing against the shore. They would eventually fade away.
The battlefield was now filled with smoke and fire. People gradually rushed toward the wreckage of sunken warships to rescue their comrades. In the distance, the few remaining Sea Kings kept letting out unwilling roars, yet they still could not withstand the Marines' bombardment. Like collapsing mountains, they plunged headfirst into the sea and never surfaced again.
At this point, the war had truly ended.
"Is it over?"
Dalmatian muttered blankly. Then his body suddenly went limp, and he fell backward.
Thud!
He crashed heavily onto the deck. The surrounding soldiers jumped in alarm and were about to rush over when Dalmatian roared.
"Get the hell away from me! Don't disturb my sleep!"
Then his thunderous snoring began.
The soldiers: "..."
On Pluton's deck, Tsuru watched everything