White Triangle

After 24 hours had passed on Earth, Su Ming assessed his remaining Magic Power and decided he could begin the second transfer at the naval base.

He connected to the other side and first had Miao Xin scout around the harbor.

The continuous search throughout the previous night and day had been intense. The soldiers were all resting now, with only some personnel standing guard nearby.

Su Ming controlled Little Spiky Head to swim up from the mud on the seabed. He reached out and touched the bottom of the Independence-class littoral combat ship, then swiftly deployed the spell.

"Variant Form: Miniature Summoning!"

In the darkness, the eerie glow was inconspicuous as it spread across the ship section by section. Even though the target was only the hull, this was Su Ming's first time targeting something so large. He quickly felt the strain as his Magic Power drained rapidly.

Fortunately, just as he had estimated, his Magic Power was barely enough to cover the entire ship in light.

Materials matched, miniature reconstruction!

This part consumed far less Magic Power. A mass of metal material gathered in Su Ming's hand and assembled into a sixty-centimeter-long model ship.

On Earth, the littoral combat ship's hull lost its luster from the bottom up as disintegration spread through it. The ship, which had cost nearly seven hundred million dollars, came apart like flowing sand and plunged into the water, sending up a vast spray.

Amid the churning waves, Su Ming turned and dove, handing control over to Miao Xin.

His instruction was to flee like mad!

When his view shifted back, Zijin was already holding the freshly made model ship, turning it over and over as she examined it.

Unlike an ordinary monohull, the Independence class had three separate underwater sections: a main hull