At a single command.
The fleet from the East Coast split in two. One group lingered where it was, while the other raced toward the docks.
Unlike the West Coast government's steel warships and cannons, the East Coast's vessels were more of a transitional design between the Southern Ancient Kingdom's antique ships and the West Coast's modern ones.
They had both engines and magic circles.
When the arcane inscriptions on their hulls began to flicker, the ships heading for the docks more than doubled their speed.
At the same time, an invisible shield began to form around each hull.
Even in the darkness, the West Coast's mystery side practitioners standing on the docks could clearly see the murderous invaders on the decks.
"Attack!"
The "Messenger" shouted without the slightest hesitation.
The moment the East Coast's mystery side fleet appeared, the situation had already passed the point of no return. A battle was inevitable.
Although he was only a temporary commander, that did not mean he would hesitate.
Boom, boom, boom!
The barrels of small- and medium-caliber cannons extended from the warehouses beside the docks.
Amid flashes of fire, more than a dozen shells struck the charging West Coast ships.
Their force field shields shuddered.
Yet they remained solid and unbroken.
The "Messenger" frowned.
Gertrude, standing on the flagship's deck, gave a smug smile.
"Degenerate West Coast scum, you've long since forgotten the glory of the mystery side!"
"Now I'll show you what true power is!"
As Gertrude finished speaking, the signalman beside him began waving his flags.
Immediately, more arcane inscriptions lit up on the speeding ships.
As they cleaved through the waves, the seawater they displaced suddenly began gathering. At that moment, the dozen or so ships seemed to become an invisible hand, ceaselessly forcing the seawater forward.
Whooo!