"Clang!"
"Clang!"
The King of the Black Throne's flagship fired repeatedly, muzzles flashing with fire as heavy projectiles struck various parts of the Dawn.
The invisible barrier responded with tremendous crashes as it blocked the cannonballs, but the impact still caused the ship to shake.
Silas squinted as he watched.
He saw the bombarding cannonballs violently pressing against the barrier, spinning intensely under powerful kinetic energy until exhausting all their force before falling into the sea.
"Meow~"
Luna stared intently at the cannonballs filling the sky, her little head swaying back and forth following their trajectories.
Silly cat, aren't you afraid of getting hit?
Silas grumbled internally, picked up the black cat, and used "Flaming jump" all the way into the Dawn's cabin, shutting her in an empty room.
Then, ignoring her scratching at the door in protest, he rushed back up to the deck.
"Boom!"
Just as he reached the deck, the ship shook violently again, but this time not from the opposing bombardment but from the Dawn itself.
The invisible servants operating the cannons had fired back!
Compared to the King of the Black Throne's warship, the Dawn had fewer cannons, only a sparse few.
However, these cannons were all engraved with strange patterns.
When the servants finished loading them, the patterns began glowing, and the fired cannonballs similarly carried powerful radiance.
Enchanted cannonballs!
Before Silas could marvel at this, he discovered those cannonballs also failed to produce results.
The King of the Black Throne's warship flickered strangely, so the cannonballs passed through the ship as if hitting empty void, falling into the ocean.
"Crack!"
Finally, the transparent barrier on the Dawn shattered, unable to maintain itself, and several cannonballs smashed onto the deck.
As the two giant ships exchanged cannon fire, the distance between them continued to close.
The pirates belonging to the King of the Black Throne stood at the ship's rail, waving bright long blades and emitting savage howls.
"Splash!"
The seawater between the two ships was compressed and splashed up, dampening the deck with its fishy scent.
The pirates also leaped onto the Dawn as the barrier shattered.
These people had quite decent skills, and a small portion among them radiated spiritual light, clearly Beyonders!
On the Queen's side, numerous toy soldiers lined up in rows, aiming their rifles at the pirates and firing simultaneously.
"Bang!"
About half of the charging pirates were hit, either falling silently or clutching their wounds and starting to howl.
But the other pirates had already rushed up the slippery deck, engaging the soldiers in close combat.
The Beyonders among them began activating their abilities, leading the pirates to gain the upper hand.
Gunfire, screams, and the sound of waves intertwined, making the scene extremely chaotic.
At this moment, the Queen made her move.
Before Bernadette, dressed in knight's attire with long, slender legs, a spear was rapidly condensing.
The spear had an ancient design, dyed with red blood from tip to shaft, its color dark crimson.
This blood had soaked into the spear, becoming part of it, emanating a terrible sense of destruction and bloody aura.
It was hard to imagine what kind of great existence this spear had once harmed.
Just the remaining bloodstains alone could produce such horrifying effects.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Only Bernadette, gripping the spear, could move. She threw the spear toward the opposite "King of the Black Throne" Barros!
All sound disappeared.
Silas's gaze existed only for this spear, watching it pierce through the air, that dark red blood-stained spear tip continuously approaching Barros's chest.
The "Spear of Longinus"!
A weapon that had once harmed a great existence!
Silas didn't recognize this weapon.
He only saw Barros on the opposite side facing a formidable enemy, panic appearing for the first time on his composed face.
This king of the sea gripped both sides of his wheelchair, seemingly preparing to use some method to counter this weapon.
But the "Queen Mystic" didn't stop there.
A strange gleam flickered deep in her eyes, a profound, secretive gaze, as if she were peering through the long currents of fate to seize a single, inevitable moment.
She had foreseen Barros's fate!
"You actually..."
Barros's face twisted in disbelief.
His movements suddenly became pale and powerless, as if no matter what he did, it was destined to be ineffective!
It was this brief restraint that allowed the Spear of Longinus to follow through.
"Boom!"
The blood-stained spear absorbed all sense of presence from the two ships, instantly crossing space and piercing into the chest of "King of the Black Throne" Barros.
The old man's face froze in surprise, his body receiving the spear's impact.
His wheelchair proved quite useful at this moment, carrying him sliding backward until both man and chair were pinned to the outer wall of the cabin by the spear before stopping.
Simultaneously, the spear suddenly turned blood-red, as if it had absorbed all the blood from Barros's body!
"Cough, cough..."
The pale-faced Barros struggled to grasp the spear, seemingly trying to pull it out.
But he had become extremely weak, with no strength left in his hands. After several fruitless attempts, his arms drooped powerlessly and he died.
Just like that... so simple?
Silas was shocked by the spear's power.
The Queen was clearly this formidable; there was completely no need to avoid combat.
"That's right, the Queen is indeed very powerful."
Barros said beside him with a smile.
Silas froze for a moment, then suddenly whipped his head around.
He saw an old-fashioned gentleman sitting in a wheelchair on the deck of the "Dawn," right beside him, smiling at him.
How is this possible!
He's already dead!
As if unable to believe it, he whipped his head around again, looking toward the opposite warship, toward that figure pinned by the spear.
He saw that figure had graceful curves and stunning proportions, dressed in knight's attire.
The heroic face had lost all color, and beautiful eyes stared sightlessly. The person pierced by the spear had somehow become the Queen.
Fuck!
Silas was horrified and shocked, his scalp exploding. Accompanying the terror was extreme fury and madness.
"Die!"
He roared, uttering profane curses while simultaneously activating his grazing, rapidly expanding his body to complete demonification!
The "King of the Black Throne" only smiled at him, his right hand caressing the wheelchair's armrest with no intention of resisting.
He had faced the Queen Mystic with this very posture and killed her.
Strong unease surged in Silas's heart, but he knew even more the terror of hesitation.
Without any hesitation, lava erupted from his palm, creating a sharp, scorching greatsword.
With this sword, he directly split the King of the Black Throne and his wheelchair in two!
"Thud."
Barros's upper body collapsed onto the deck, the edges of his wounds blackened and charred.
"You've got some valuable things on you," he said, still smiling at Silas.