The final outcome was exactly as seen—all 30-plus warships from the Three Kingdoms were destroyed by lightning from above.
Turning into rolling fireballs, they burned on the ocean.
Thick smoke billowed, and the flames reached for the sky.
Such a sight left many soldiers shaken and caused Carlos and his fellow officers great distress; they were well aware of the punishment they would face for losing so many warships!
One by one, they lost their spirits, their hands and feet growing cold.
"It's over! All over!"
Carlos muttered to himself, angry at Ying Yue's merciless intervention, even more at the Defense Ministry's fools for their blind commands.
If it hadn't been for their damned order, he would have led his fleet in retreat long ago, rather than ending up like this, with all ships lost.
Moreover, Carlos was very clear that he was going to be blamed for this.
The old fools at the Defense Ministry would not hesitate to pin this on him, making him the scapegoat to face trial.
