"Fire!"
"Boom, boom, boom..."
A series of muffled cannon blasts rang out, and dozens of naval shells hurtled toward the Alien Sea Platform several kilometers away.
With their numbers reduced, the Whale Ships that had been circling left gaps in their protective formation.
And with their weapons being so damn awful, the old Battleships finally had their chance.
No matter how powerful an alien spaceship was, it still had to obey the laws of physics.
A dozen half-ton shells striking at high speed, each with a powerful explosion behind it, would make any ship shudder.
Honestly, aside from their shields, these aliens' ships were only a little faster than the rest. There was nothing else worth praising about them.
Their thrown weapons probably couldn't reach as far as these obsolete Battleships' cannons out on the open sea.
But seeing a toothless old man charge in and beat the aliens senseless with a flurry of wild punches was a little too much like science fiction.
Alvin watched the arms extending from the distant sea platform begin to collapse. He glanced at the Whale Ships, which were frantically firing Alien Grenades in a bid for revenge...
The six Whale Ships frantically emptied their entire stock, hurling bombs outward. More than a thousand bombs came in several waves, raining down on the four Battleships like a torrential downpour.
"Do you have any other tricks?"
As he spoke, Alvin swept lightning across the area, turning a large wave of alien cannon fodder into charred corpses.
After rushing over beside the old man, he set up a wide Electrostatic Field across the distant sea, then said, "Could you speed up a little?
I can't stop this many bombs!"
The old man looked up at the bombs in the sky and said hoarsely, "This is as