In the blazing firelight, another Luskan warship had its magazine detonated by the Scorching Ray Gatling in Aili's hands, bursting into a dazzling firework over the sea and boiling swathes of the surrounding fishmen alive along with it.
One roll of Spellcasting Material—1,500 Scorching Rays—plus a spare ammunition belt, was squandered by Aili in less than three minutes, including the time it took her to change belts.
Under such terrifying suppressive fire and Aili's relentless pursuit, Retner, the legendary marshal from Luskan, was nearly pinned down so hard he could not raise his head. All he could do was flee miserably from ship to ship, run ragged for his life.
How could ordinary wooden sailing ships withstand the ravages of an Iron Golem? More often than not, the moment the crimson golem leaped aboard, the warship would tip up at one end like an overloaded seesaw. Cracks would spread through its hull as seawater seeped in everywhere, and a single sword thrust would punch a gaping hole right through it.
And because every ship the Luskan marshal reached would usually sink within two minutes, the other Luskan sailors had come to see their once-mighty marshal as practically synonymous with disaster—a walking explosion, blowing up wherever he went.
At the sight of his arrival, soldiers aboard countless ships could likely only scream in terror within their hearts:
'Don't come over here!!!'
Of course, they could only scream that inwardly. If they actually shouted it aloud, Retner, who had already been driven to the brink of furious frustration, would most likely not care whether they were soldiers from his own side.
Thanks to the little demon Aili's rampage, the desperate pressure facing the Dauntless suddenly dropped by more than half, leaving the crew aboard staring at one another in disbelief.
This even