Seeing the light from General Macchiato's portable railgun piercing through the dense fog,
The beam of light pierced through the dense fog, creating a clear and shocking scene as if it could disperse the gloom deep within everyone's hearts.
Those ordinary Navy gathered on the deck of Lucky Number 2, ready to shout out in triumph the moment Macchiato fired the cannon, had already mustered their emotions.
But suddenly,
something seemed off.
Following the blast from the electromagnetic cannon, the black Demon King ship within the fog trembled slightly.
Click, click, click.
A smooth mechanical sound of gears meshing together came from the fog.
After shivering, the jet-black ship stood silent for a moment; then, under the shocked gazes of onlookers, countless mysterious patterns emerged on its hull. Along these obscure lines, the Demon King ship began to rotate, leap, disassemble, and reorganize, just like the weapons of the three admirals.
