Only Performance Matters, Not Appearance

In the depths of space, silver-white starlight flickered to life. The Hydra warships opened their forward firing ports, revealing rows of pitch-black cannon barrels.

The main cannons had savage forms, black barrels, and two energy furnaces mounted at the rear. Their design was imposing and full of... well, masculine virility.

Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon!

Although this thing was basically a crystallization of obscenity, pulling it out without warning during a military confrontation gave people the distinct impression of shamelessly fooling around on a battlefield.

But its power was no joke. The Dark Elves under Russell had suffered at the hands of this cannon. A single blast had rendered a Dark Elven warship unable to continue fighting, forcing them to raise their hands and surrender unconditionally to Hydra.

Because of its overwhelming power, Zereel, the Chitauri leader and Russell's number-one lackey by his own claim, had copied it and mass-produced it for every major warship, replacing their original main cannons.

The results were exceptional. Ten large warships lined up in formation and simultaneously pulled open... ahem, opened their main cannon firing ports. It was a spectacular sight.

Before a single shot had even been fired, it had already caused mental pollution.

Gamora stared blankly at the screen, while Urd could not help but sway slightly, unable to decide how to comment.

Urd had once sworn loyalty to Russell, so even though the ten main cannons before her were outrageously obscene, she pretended not to see them.

She raised a hand to the sword at her waist, closed her eyes, and warned herself that the Lord of Darkness could never be wrong. Those who questioned him were the ones at fault. If anyone dared speak disrespectfully and spout nonsense, linking the main cannons to obscene things, she would cut them down