Gwen held a longsword in one hand and Granny in the other. Just as she was about to turn back and charge into the fight, she heard Galahad's words and froze.
A moment later, she gritted her teeth and withdrew into the crew compartment.
"It has to hit!!"
Galahad's eyes were bloodshot. Whether the few of them could escape depended on this one shot.
As if Granny had thought of something, her figure flashed, and she appeared atop Galahad's turret. She placed a hand on it, a faint glow shining from her eyes.
She had no way to improve Galahad's accuracy, but she could give the other side a little gift.
Time seemed to stand still. The explosions and battle cries around him gradually faded away as Galahad stared fixedly at the distant cannon muzzle.
He felt that he ought to be recalling something at a time like this, yet there was nothing. His mind was blank. There was only the distant cannon muzzle, and the self-propelled artillery beneath him, which felt like an extension of his arm. He was like a Knight raising his lance for a charge, with nothing in his eyes but the enemy he had to kill.
Bang.
The sound of the shot was inconspicuous amid the explosions all around them. The shell that flew out was like a small boat in a storm, weaving against the barrage of shells falling toward them.
In an instant, it reached its target—the dark main cannon muzzle of the War Fortress.
Compared to the colossal War Fortress, it was like an ant looking up at a mountain.
The next moment, the ant shook the mountain.
A muffled blast came from within the cannon muzzle. It drew no one's attention, but then the light gathered there suddenly trembled.
The accumulated