Fierce winds blew through the night, and the waves surged.
Amid the churning sea, the massive warship sailed as smoothly as if on level ground, its turret gunners striking their target with unerring accuracy, again and again.
Under the relentless bombardment, the target island had vanished completely from view.
Barry narrowed his eyes at the island engulfed in artillery fire, with no intention of ordering a ceasefire.
He was waiting.
From the very beginning, he had never considered this island worth his attention.
Smoot!
The last Holy Knight still alive in the world was the only target he intended to destroy.
ROAR!!!
A roar that made everyone shudder suddenly erupted from the island.
An overbearing aura swept across the entire island and surged toward the sea.
The soldiers operating the turrets froze where they stood. An inexplicable terror left them at a loss. If not for their rigorous training, they would have already scattered in panic.
But remaining where they stood was the limit of what they could manage. Doing anything else was utterly impossible.
Let alone operating the turrets.
The gunfire ceased.
The thick smoke and flames seemed to still as well.
From deafening noise to silence, the world seemed to have frozen.
But Barry smiled.
"Finally lost your patience?"
The general waved a hand.
The alchemical soldiers, who had long been waiting, rose from belowdecks on a lift.
Every one of them was strong and powerfully built, their expressions cold. Equipped with the most advanced weapons, they stood behind Barry like rows of javelins.
But what drew the most attention were the three crates the alchemical soldiers carried out and set on the deck.
Two crates were small, and one was large.
The smaller ones were the size of cars.
The large one was like a house.
"Go!"