The Nightmare Star made an emergency stop, as though considering the other side's proposal.
In reality, Yang Yi was using Three Eyes to survey the battlefield, memorizing the positions of these biomechanical units and the ships they were on.
There were four ranged units in total. Besides the two directly ahead, another two were positioned on either side. The rest were melee units.
These ranged biomechanical units were far too dangerous. The gun in its right hand seemed to be a Magnetic Rail Rifle, and a technically mature one at that. Otherwise, bullets propelled by gunpowder could hardly have achieved such muzzle velocity and penetration.
"Cui Xiya, full speed ahead. Don't stop, no matter what happens."
Yang Yi spoke, his voice transmitted to the other crew members at the same time, also signaling the start of battle.
The Nightmare Star stopped briefly for a few seconds, then sailed toward the Deathbirth Society's fleet even faster. In just over ten seconds, its speed rose to fifty knots and continued climbing.
Vines extended from the deck, keeping the crew and objects on it from being flung off. The wind was still fairly strong, but the seasoned sailors had long since grown used to it.
After its upgrade, the Magic Ship provided some protection against wind and waves while sailing.
On the Deathbirth Society's side.
The moment they saw the Nightmare Star charging aggressively toward them, they knew negotiations were over. The other side had chosen war.
After all, they had nearly killed him, so there had never been much chance of successful negotiations.
Only if they possessed overwhelming firepower, and the other side was sufficiently rational, could these negotiations have succeeded.
Unfortunately, he had already fully demonstrated his side's firepower, but the other party seemed unafraid-or insufficiently rational.
"...Proceed according to plan.