"That's right, kill it!" North shouted with boundless excitement.
Hank and the others watched as the terrifying behemoth struggled incessantly on the sea's surface, yet appeared utterly helpless, a surge of unstoppable excitement welling up within them.
The might of the Eye of Death they had all seen with their own eyes, if they were to fight it aboard ships on the sea, they, mere third-ring Mages, probably wouldn't even be enough to get stuck in its teeth.
Yet now, such a monster could only be tormented to death without any ability to resist... This contrast even gave them the feeling they were in a dream.
When the thirteenth Magic Crystal Cannon was fired accurately, the body of the Eye of Death had already been blasted full of holes. The tentacles emerging on the sea's surface had several severed, with the sky filled with blood and debris flying all around. The vast sea below had already been stained with blood, completely changing color.
