"This is the Gear Hymn. Send over the Judgment Angel's coordinates. Also, what's happened over there?"
Elliot immediately picked up the communications device and spoke.
But even after a long wait, there was no response. Not just to him-the other ships received no response either.
The atmosphere inside the cabin grew tense.
Everyone knew that Lady Camilla would never fail to reply to Elliot's message, yet now, not only she but the entire Expedition Fleet had fallen utterly silent.
This was anything but normal.
Elliot's expression darkened.
"Keep calling. Don't stop. Locate the source of the earlier transmission and head there at full speed!"
"Yes!"
The navigator immediately picked up the communications device and resumed calling, while the priest in charge of the boiler prayed to it and directed the stokers to feed in fuel.
Elliot turned toward the Machine Priests and slammed the scepter in his hand against the deck, sending sparks flying. "Begin combat deployment. Prepare for boarding!"
The signal had come from somewhere even deeper than expected.
That made sense, though. After all, Elliot's ship had also fallen quite a distance.
"My lord, if we continue diving, we may have difficulty returning to the dock!" the supervisor in charge of logistics said hesitantly.
"Is there a problem with our supplies?"
"Yes. We still have fairly ample ammunition and food, but not enough fuel!"
Elliot waved a hand. "Don't worry about fuel. We can burn those monsters' corpses when the time comes. Keep going!"
As long as there was fighting ahead, there would be an endless supply of corpses.
The Reforging Flame's furnaces had never been picky about fuel. Monster corpses could even be used as sacrifices, so burning them was certainly no problem.
The logistics supervisor withdrew with his orders. As everyone in the cabin bustled about,