The surging seawater slammed against Odysseus's silver breastplate, producing a dense series of dull thuds.
He stared fixedly at the steel monstrosity blotting out the sky above, his expression as ugly as if he had eaten shit.
Something of this size, a fortress that completely ignored aerodynamics and forcibly hovered above the sea, could not possibly exist in Chaldea's era.
The free ether in the atmosphere near the end of the Age of Gods was as thin as watered-down cheap beer. It simply could not sustain Mystery on this scale.
As for Proper Human History's technology? That was even more of a joke.
It would be easier to throw an entire Parthenon into the sky than make that thing fly.
"Entire fleet, defensive formation!"
There was no time to think. As commander-in-chief, Odysseus made his decision instantly.
The runes representing divine protection lit up one after another along the spear shafts of the bronze warships.
Tens of thousands of magecraft formations overlapped and interlocked in midair before finally spreading into a hemispherical energy barrier stretching for several nautical miles.
The deep-blue light screen flickered amid the thunderstorm, firmly blocking the howling winds and towering waves outside.
Inside the bridge of the Artdeissei, the light was so dim that only the glow of the various instrument panels remained.
Nemo sat in the captain's chair, his fingers tapping the holographic keyboard quickly enough to leave afterimages.
"Max Power System output at 30 percent. Main cannon charging complete."
"Fire."
Kenneth stood before the observation window and gave the order.
Deep within the pitch-black cannon muzzle, a blinding ball of white light expanded in an instant.
A beam more than fifty meters in diameter tore through the curtain of rain and slammed viciously into the Olympus fleet's energy barrier.
Even at only 30 percent