The lasers fired by these Pacifistas were faster than Electromagnetic Cannons. Of course, their power could not compare to an Electromagnetic Cannon's, but after hitting the Peace-class Cruiser, they immediately knocked it off balance.
The cruiser's Electromagnetic Cannon immediately lost its accuracy.
But this was completely different from the scene Sengoku had imagined, where the enemy's secondary warships would be directly destroyed.
The laser blasts only left scorched marks on the cruiser's armor. They had not even penetrated the first layer of plating.
Warships were different from ordinary ships. They generally had two layers for waterproofing and bullet resistance, with an additional layer of armor mounted over the hull.
If these Pacifistas were firing at ordinary ironclad warships, their lasers could indeed easily pierce the Marines' own iron plating, then ignite the ammunition or wood inside.
But the Revolutionary Army's armor clearly could not have been thicker than the Marines' armor. So why? Why were their warships completely unharmed?!
Sengoku's expression turned grave, his gaze heavy. His entire body radiated danger.
He knew the Revolutionary Army was dangerous, and he knew they were developing all kinds of weapons, but their research speed had still exceeded his expectations.
Clearly, the Revolutionary Army's technology had surpassed the Marines'.
But it did not matter. Blocking that attack was enough.
Aokiji's frigid air swept out like a tide, freezing the sea. Though it consumed quite a bit of stamina, those tilted battleships clearly had no way to adjust their firing angle downward—their powered gears could provide a certain upward angle and a full three hundred sixty degrees of horizontal rotation, but their downward angle was constrained by the deck and simply impossible.
Once the Revolutionary Army's Peace-class ships were frozen at an angle, even the Titan-class ships could not escape being sealed in place.