Louis stepped forward, his fingertips gliding over the rough cast iron cannon body: "In the future world, caliber is justice, range is truth."
Louis's voice was calm and indifferent, as if discussing the weather: "I don't want our enemies to have a chance to sit down and negotiate. This is not meant for warfare, Orland, it is meant for unilateral judgment."
"In combination with the Red Tide Territory's special Magic Explosion Bullet," Orland added, "One shot can open a five-meter diameter hole on ordinary wooden sail battleships. That's absolute destruction."
The elevator continued descending.
The space on the second level noticeably tightened, rows of armored gun mounts unfolded along the sides of the ship, each harboring a rapid-fire cannon.
The cannon bodies were simple and aggressive in design, brass ammunition belts neatly coiled on the supply racks, resembling venomous snakes ready to be awoken by the smell of blood.
