Black Sail
Chapter 584: CCIII. The Might of the Dragon

Chapter 584: CCIII. The Might of the Dragon

Holy Spirit Calendar 2690, September 1.

"The Continent Martial Arts Competition should have started now; we must speed up."

Zote ordered all Magic Energy Penetration Cannons to be fired at maximum intensity, to break through Silver Moon City quickly and prevent mishaps when the time comes to suppress the enemy.

He had no plan whatsoever; if he needed to worry in Old Aran, here in this wild exotic realm, he only needed to push forward.

The swirling sands whipped in the wind, while the blazing sun was obscured by cloudy skies, and dazzling beams of light pierced through the cracks.

With the Pope’s support, originally about several hundred Heavy Priests continued being dispatched, now numbering over a thousand on the battlefield.

A dark mass of armored cans; anyone aware knew it was the Western Continent fighting, while those unaware might think the Blade Queen was here.

The Eternal Sect researchers are not to be underestimated either.

During the East Sea battle at the beginning of the year, Ban from the Seventh Amendment brought a gatling-like rotary machine gun. These gun designs had actually been completed by the Western Continent long ago, but the high energy consumption of the Magic Energy Industry and concerns about milling machine parts processing had delayed implementation.

It wasn’t until the appearance of cheap electrical energy and mature milling techniques that these guns and bullets were produced and employed.

This formation is utterly terrifying,

Priests underwent sect-modifications, becoming monsters with body functions beyond ordinary humans; they averaged over two meters in height, heavily armed, with many wielding exaggerated warhammers, while others held a Special Large Sword in one hand, and a rotary machine gun in the other.

"Level 1 magic-guided braking preparation underway, energy is gathering."

"Compression circuit is operating, condensing to the critical point."

"Target locked; boosting to maximum intensity, release."

Three Heavy Priests controlled a magic-guided braking cannon, and once preparations were complete, a massive blue beam cannon blasted towards Silver Moon City’s gates.

With the Church Court’s financial power, it couldn’t possibly have just one so miserly. Combined with those transported from previous bases on Crocodile Island, there were a total of sixty cannons.

Heavy Priests manipulated them, continuously bombarding Silver Moon City for a long time, until the protective light barrier cracked.

The commotion outside shook the heavens, and the interference from Magic Energy caused chaotic pressure and wind directions in the surrounding region. Each blue beam, requiring three pairs of arms to encircle its thickness, fired forth but was blocked by the energy barrier outside the city.

It’s all about whose Demon Crystal reserves are more abundant, and whose weapon utilization is higher.

And Aran possesses the most Magic Crystal veins in the world, clearly establishing its dominant military position.

The barrier that blocks the artillery isn’t like four walls enclosing a city tightly; it would be inefficient, depleting Magic Crystal reserves in minutes.

Rather, it’s akin to a missile interception system; once the magic energy circuit detects an intense reaction, it generates hexagonal arcane shields to intercept attacks before contact with military engineering.

Inside Silver Moon City.

Crocodile Island had never imagined the Eighteenth Formation Leader was this reckless; currently, there are 3,000 Armored Soldiers in the city, including 300 Heavy Cavalry, 700 Light Cavalry, 800 Heavy Armored Soldiers, and 1,200 Lightly Armored Soldiers.

But the Church Court approached aggressively, even the wind seemed crazed. Those Heavy Priests aren’t ordinary humans; one of them can counter several soldiers. Letting them into the city might reproduce situations like in Black Rock City and Salt Lake City, causing some casualties and then detaining everyone.

The achievements of sweeping Mulong enemies would be stolen by the Church Court, granting them greater authority over railway discussions.

"How much Demon Crystal reserves are left, and how long can we hold out?"

Crocodile Island donned armor constructed from Magic Runes, no longer indulging in pleasures as usual, wearing a Horrible Helmet with a Y-shaped fissure, fully armed. His armor design was peculiar, with bizarre patterns on its steel surface resembling crocodile tail textures, appearing twisted and menacing.

"Because...because it was meant for dealing with Mulong...and this intense artillery siege situation wasn’t included in the plan."

The Vice Admiral’s expression showed some embarrassment.

"I didn’t ask you for that information! I only asked how long we can hold out."

Crocodile Island heard the continuous bombardment, wanting to retaliate but couldn’t, and decided to conserve the limited Demon Crystals for defense rather than firing a few useless shots.

"If the offensive continues at this pace, we can hold out for a maximum of two more rounds of bombardment, considering the cooldown and reloading time, that’s roughly five minutes."

The Vice Admiral mourned, unable to fathom why the Eighteenth Formation Leader acted so senselessly; even if the Sect and the Royal Court were at odds, it shouldn’t go this far, right?

Perhaps it was Crocodile Island repeatedly showing the Eighteenth Formation Leader a stern face, with set-ups and ambushes. The integration work had been entirely dismissed by Crocodile Island, never meeting the person throughout the process.

Crocodile Island’s mind buzzed with thoughts; he quickly walked up the stairs to the city wall, unafraid of interception systems failing and being taken out by a beam cannon.

That person continued to fire.

The tremors on the city wall were severe; the Stone Heart City Wall felt like standing on a suspension bridge, and ordinary people couldn’t even stand steady.

But the army troops on the city wall were well-prepared; they were highly disciplined regular forces, definitely fearful of death but unable to leave their post. Otherwise, they would face death through military justice anyway, they might as well believe in shot execution.

Seeing Crocodile Island personally come to the scene, the troops seemed infused with vigor, needing exceptional military achievements, at least the elimination of a large Area Lord, to ascend to the rank of Grand General.

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