"What...?"
The bishop stared at the explosion below, stunned for a moment. By the time they flew down to investigate, the small breach in the barrier had already closed, and the city gates had been shut again. The Kingdom Army was in utter disarray. Beneath the horrifying crater lay an unknown number of charred corpses.
He could not even figure out what those chariots that had charged out of the city were.
Carts filled with explosives? But there had clearly been no one on them. Who had been driving them? And how had they detonated the explosives?
However, at a time like this, they had no leisure to dwell on such questions. Judging by what had just happened, the Black Nightmare Army was clearly prepared to fight them to the bitter end. The city was likely filled with traps waiting for them. Therefore, Grant quickly ordered the soldiers below to retreat several dozen meters, lest the gates opened and something strange came charging out again.
"Wait." Grant repeated the order. "Once the fleet arrives, we'll launch a full-scale assault on Koester!"
Thus, the Kingdom Army outside the city calmed down and patiently waited for their chance. After the recent disturbance, the city itself fell silent once more. The walls had even been completely emptied, without a single guard in sight.
The sight was somewhat eerie, but after the explosion just now, The Church did not dare act rashly either.
Half an hour later...
At last, accompanied by the howling sea wind, a fleet of more than ten warships slowly sailed over. They quickly lined up outside the docks south of Koester, while cannon after cannon was pushed onto the decks. Beneath the dim moonlight, the crosses on their flags fluttered in the wind.
"Prepare... fire!"
Grant had endured for far