Chapter 586 - Whistling Wind (2/2)

Spotlessly white and thick layers of cloud hovered in the azure sky. A massive pitch-black figure emerged within like a razor-sharp claw slashing through the cotton clouds and presented itself before everyone. A warship of 200 meters long and 56 meters wide blocked the brilliance of the sun and cast a vast dusky shadow on them. Magic cannons densely lined the three floors of cannon decks. The massive hull made with a combination of oak and steel gave an unprecedented amount of pressure like a roaring storm on the ocean. One couldn’t hide and one could only pray to get by it peacefully.

Dozens of meters long steel ship oars oscillated at the lower hull and adjusted its balance. Looking from afar, this massive ship was as though a floating whale descending from the sky and charging toward everyone. Five slightly smaller warships emerged from the clouds and followed closely in a tight formation. Magical radiance flickered on their hulls and four green ritual circles suspended in all directions of their hulls emanated faint radiance. As the enormous warships sailed, rays of glorious light trailed in the air.

The large, spotlessly white sail depicted a mermaid stroking her fingers on the harp while an extremely familiar flag fluttered at the tip of the mast.

Double-sword Angels.

Royal Fleet!

How… is this possible…!

Saville stood blankly on the deck. Disaster came so quickly that he didn’t even have the strength to tremble in fear. At this moment, he felt as though his strength had been sucked away by someone. If it weren’t for the wall, he would have chosen to collapse to the ground directly and not think about anything. Oh, Lord. What is this?

Indeed. They knew that the King’s Party had a fleet, but no one had seen them before. The Reformist Party had investigated the ports around the Golden City several times and they had never received any data on the Royal Fleet. In fact, the Munn Kingdom usually dispatched the Southern Fleet to manage maritime conflicts. As time passed, the rumored Royal Fleet had become only a ‘rumor’.

But now, they actually presented themselves before him in this spectacular fashion.

What a joke!

He looked unbelievably at the six massive magic warships turning and aiming their cannons at his ship. This middle-aged noble had the urge to lift his head high and burst into laughter.

Hahahaha. In the end, we’re nothing but a bunch of clowns who foolishly thought we could seize our fate, eh? I’m really an idiot and the group of men in the parliament is just a bunch of dotards. Wasn’t the Munn Kingdom the one who first developed the Ocean Trade Route and built the floating boats? Since they were able to build merchant ships that were able to pass through the ocean trade route to transport merchandise, how difficult is it to build a few warships? How hilarious that the dumb Parliament still dispatched people to investigate the ports. Has no one thought of looking above them?

What a joke! We are seriously a bunch of clowns!

Saville felt like everything was just a ridiculous dream. He knew that the King’s Party could rely on these magic warships to take them down even after the South had declared independence successfully. He thought back to how alike the Southern Parliament were as comical clowns when they were all righteous and serious in submitting their independence declaration. The Duchess in the Golden City must be laughing her butt off. She could have taken action to take them down immediately. Why did she choose to play along with them for so long? Could it be that this isn’t a game for the Duchess and we are just chess pieces in her game?

At this moment, the deep bugle horn sounded once more. Then, a crisp voice filled the entire seas. “This is the 3rd Royal Fleet. In the name of the Munn Royal Family, the Strait of Light will be sealed off entirely from today onward. Disarm yourselves and surrender or suffer the consequences.”

“W-What should we do… Sir?” The captain had lost his cool. He gulped his saliva and turned to Saville with an ashen expression. The enemies were high up in the sky and their warships had no chance of beating them at all. They couldn’t hit the enemies even if they retaliated. Besides, a single glance would be enough to know that the enemies weren’t equipped with budget cannons. The magic cannons that they had were only used in large cities and Fortresses and the damage of every shot would be powerful enough to shatter a warship like his to bits. And now, six warships with close to 300 magic cannons had aimed at them. The captain was sure that nothing would remain after the enemies bombarded them. They would shatter into powder and dissipate even before the fishes at the seafloor had the chance to be fed.

The captain saw Saville standing there blankly. He hesitated for a moment and hurriedly ran up to Saville. “Sir, should we surrender?”

“Surrender?!” Saville felt a chill down his spine as though he had woken up from a nightmare. The captain realized that this calm and collected noble widened, bloodshot eyes and was behaving like a lunatic. Saville stared at the captain and lifted his head at the magic warships before breaking into laughter. “Surrender? Surrender? You bitch! Don’t you wanna play anymore?! Alright then, I shall play with you until the very end!”

Saville drew out his sword and pointed at the magic warships. His face flushed and veins popped up on his forehead. At this moment, Saville knew that he no longer had any chance of survival. But he refused to give up. You want me to surrender? Hahaha. Lydia, do you think we will play along with you until the end?!

“Inform everyone that we’re charging over! We shall let them know that they can’t get everything that they wish for in this world! For freedom! For the Southern Parliament! For the honor of victory! Attack!!!”

“Ooo— Ooo— Ooo—!”

The sound of bugle horns filled the entire sea and the warships on the ocean surface sailed forward. They changed their directions and raised their sails, launching their final attack at the magic warships.

This was his only chance for survival. If they could escape from the enormous floating magic warships, it meant that there would be a chance—a very slight chance.

“Reporting, Sir.” A black-haired soldier entered the cabin and gazed at the figure standing by the window. The soldier paused for a moment before saluting and said. “They refuse to surrender and are charging their way toward us.”

“How foolish,” Gaya said plainly.

The Court Musician was no longer dressed in her elegant robe. Instead, she wore a glorious, pitch-black light armor. The only thing unchanged was the harp beside her.

“The weak have no right to resist. If they don’t comply with their obligations, then send them to their deathbeds.” Gaya stroked the harp strings gently and a crisp, melodious tune resounded in the cabin. “Slaughter every single one of them except our target.”