Over the boundless sea, fierce winds swept up dark clouds. Between the clouds and the sea, missiles burst like fireworks over the Sea-Listening Continent.
Listen! That was the sound of hearts breaking.
No! That was the sound of bones breaking!
The moment the energy shield expired, volleys of fireworks rose from the sea. Broadcast live across the globe, they soared, descended, and exploded.
Skeleton: "Thanks for the rockets, my Human Race buddy! I'm dead!"
Watching the dense barrage of missiles launch, the Dwarf Race was thrilled. They had taken part in the research and made outstanding contributions.
The Elf Race was terrified. They had yet to recover from the last bombardment, but there was a trace of secret delight amid their fear. This was friendly firepower.
The Human Race, meanwhile, felt boundless pride well up in their hearts, proud of who they were.
As for the Undead Race-thank you! Thank your whole damn family!
The Human Race soldiers mechanically repeated their tasks, launching missile after missile from the destroyers.
Hiltonis felt that this world was fake, that everyone was toying with him.
This was supposed to be a Second-Level Civilization in the tenth ring?
Let the world end! I'm done loving it!
In the satellite images, no enemy troops remained on the Sea-Listening Continent. The enemy had holed up inside the Star Gate and stopped invading.
The fleet accelerated at full speed, advancing toward the Star Gate.
Next, they would need precision guidance to send the missiles through the Star Gate.
These were New Year's gifts for the Undead Race. They had to come topped with Mushroom Head, as a sign of respect.
"Aim carefully... don't spray any outside."
"Relay my orders. The First Fleet is to fire in rotation. Make sure every missile reaches our friends in the Undead