Becca struck once with her sword, carving a Z into the deck.
Then he stamped down hard, smashing through the warship's deck.
Becca saw what lay beneath the deck and finally understood the situation with this faction.
The warships of this faction were filled with high-tech equipment. But because of that, the space beneath the decks was crammed with all sorts of machinery, leaving far less room for people to live and move around.
To carry more people, these warships, like Liu Zhi's Yadaliate, transported their crew as the dead.
Only they had taken it much too far. The crew hadn't come aboard with their whole bodies. They had brought only their heads, each one packed into an iron box about the size of a human head. The boxes were stacked in a room beneath the deck.
During battle, the consciousness inside each head was drawn out and, through the conversion of energy, transformed into those ghostly blue virtual figures.
That was a characteristic of this plane.
Ling had felt her soul split into three, and Becca had felt as though the enemy kept multiplying, because each head could control three or four virtual bodies.
That was why Ling and Becca had gotten those impressions.
Now that Becca had seen through the situation, he knew exactly how to deal with it.
Destroying the warship was the best option.
Otherwise, no matter how many enemies he killed, more would keep pouring out of the warship until they wore him down.
But destroying the warship would change everything.
Without the energy supplied by the ship, those heads would be nothing but heads.
Becca understood this perfectly. Gripping Thunder God's Destroyer Fang, he drove it down with all his strength.
The sword crackled with lightning as it pierced straight through the warship.
Then