December, Year 8 of the Calendar of the Gods.
This time, Atlantis once again chose the eastern front as its battlefield. All fifteen remaining Legendary Battleships sailed out, catching the United Navy completely off guard.
Even the desperate assaults launched by the United Navy's High-Tier Classholders achieved nothing.
The addition of large numbers of Classholders from other races, coupled with nearly a year of continuous warfare, had given the Atlantis Empire's military extensive experience.
Its combat strength was gradually approaching that of the United Navy.
Under these circumstances, the United Navy could no longer sacrifice lives in vast numbers to take down Legendary Battleships.
However, the United Navy's desperate resistance was not entirely fruitless. At the very least, it allowed them to hold out until the Legendary Battleships deployed on the western front arrived to reinforce them.
Annie and the others could not help breathing sighs of relief. In truth, Annie had genuinely feared that the United Navy would fail to hold out and collapse outright.
If that happened, whether they could force the United Navy's Legendaries out for a decisive battle would remain uncertain.
As the United Navy's Legendary Battleships assembled, fierce warfare broke out between the two sides on the eastern front.
Cannons thundered, and Classholders fought to the death in every corner of the battlefield.
Every shot from a Legendary Battleship's main cannon inflicted heavy casualties.
Low-Tier Classholders caught in the blasts were completely vaporized before they even had time to react.
Even High-Tier Classholders who failed to react in time would be crippled, if not killed.
Gradually, the battlefield between the Legendary Battleships began to empty.
Both sides' Legendary Battleships raced across the broad expanse of sea, exchanging fire.
Brilliantly colored Magic Shells filled the entire stretch of sea like fireworks.
Occasionally, streaks of deathly light