Pasiphael glanced gratefully at Captain Farrenheit and shrugged helplessly when he saw the latter staring intently ahead.
"Indeed, he's a fool who doesn't know how to use troops."
Count Boarne sneered coldly at the belatedly moving transport convoy, observing their navigation lights in the distance. If his opponent was this foolish, wouldn't it be even more stupid of him not to completely eliminate the enemy?
"Full speed on both sides! Prepare for close combat!"
"Your Excellency, look!"
Boarne looked in the direction of the voice and saw the transport fleet emitting bursts of light, which vanished in an instant. Amidst the fleeting bright flashes, he could vaguely see the silhouettes of the ships turning sideways. One second later, balls of fire billowed up from the ground in the distance.
"Have they gone mad or given up on themselves? Shooting at the empty ground?"
