Roland did not dare to be negligent and kept firing rocket launchers to scatter the diving bombers. Just then, a dazzling and bright light, like the rising sun, burst forth from above. Sixteen orange fireballs blasted holes through the clouds, flying past the front, back, left, and right of the Endeavor, and burrowed into the gigantic rocks resembling small mountains. The flash that was a hundred times brighter than the previous gunfire exploded on the rocky body, with flames and rocks bursting forth. The burning rocks pelted the hull of the Endeavor like buckshot, making the whole scene look like a small boat lingering on the crater of an erupting volcano.
"Enemy... enemy warship! 10 o'clock direction, elevation angle 40 degrees! Distance 100 chains!"
The lookout's ghastly scream echoed through the cabin, and the crew members on the bridge and near the port windows looked in the direction reported by the lookout. Then, their faces turned as pale as the lookout's.
