This far surpassed the Frost Alliance's main gun, the [Fiery Blazing Sky Breaker] (rating: Rare Pearl Grade), and was the best combination that Roland Hill could currently create based on the system's estimations.
She knew that there were many extremely advanced technologies and weapons in the Twilight Age, but at present, due to the incompleteness of a series of industrial chains such as basic materials, personnel, facilities, etc., she could only sigh in despair and keep them in the system for the time being.
"Has Miss Lacey decided on the names of the three warships?" Lund suddenly asked.
"Yes, they are Ship One: Aglaia, Ship Two: Talia, and Ship Three: Euphronie, or the Three Graces."
As the three 'Dreadnought-class' battleships were launched, thousands of crew members of the Carlites Chamber of Commerce boarded the battleships and gradually became familiar with them under the guidance of the technical officers. Then they left long light blue wakes on the sea and headed towards the Hinaberry Kingdom in the southeast.
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A week later, Jingyue Strait.
"Report to Lord Black, enemy troops spotted ahead!"
In the spacious and light-colored command tower, Blake had not yet fully adapted to the new warship when an early warning sounded from the trumpet nearby.
"It seems that the other party will not give us time to prepare this time, Master Lund." Blake, wearing a purple and white military uniform, said to the alchemist beside him.
"Indeed, but it's a good opportunity to test our findings." Lund looked out the window at the rolling waves, his heart pounding. A desire to prove himself and the thought of it swirled in his mind.
He also wanted those who once looked down on others to be surprised and feel the unparalleled power of this battleship.
"Main gun ready." Blake said into the loudspeaker beside him.
"Yes!" A series of neat responses came from the pipe.
The massive, oppressive main turret slowly rotated. As the sights continuously focused and adjusted, the muzzles of the main guns slowly lowered, aiming at the distant ironclad fleet. The new magic furnace within the battleship also continuously charged, and intricate and exquisite enchanted patterns emerged on the barrels. The cannonballs gradually glowed red, then blazing yellow.
"Fire!"
A dull vibration sound came from the muzzle, and the huge recoil force caused the multi-ton battleship to tilt slightly. Then, several golden shells with a blazing red light directly broke through the atmosphere, and with terrifying power, they directly penetrated the enemy ships several kilometers away, directly breaking them into pieces and forming rising fragments and flames.
"How is that possible?"
On the Frost Alliance's ironclad ship, a high-level mage was in disbelief. He stared blankly at the warship that was surging and burning on the sea, and then slowly sinking.
As an elite wizard of a major faction in Lurna, he has always been proud of the technology his country possesses. Now, where did the warship with purple flowers and starlight flags come from? How could it have such powerful magic cannons and warships that are several times the size of his own?
Was that the work of the Hinazuki Council? But weren't they opposed to machinery and steel? What on earth was going on? Countless questions swirled in his mind, but there was no time to dwell on them.
The terrifying cannons on the opposite warship spewed out flames one after another, and one red-hot shell after another shot towards them with astonishing power.
Even though the ship raised layers of light blue barriers, they were pierced by the heavy hammer of divine wrath, allowing countless water to flow in and eventually causing the ship to sink.
"Fight back, fight back! Fight back!"
A naval commander anxiously shouted at the gun crew inside the battleship, his face flushed with excitement.
Bang bang——
As the cannons engraved with magic patterns fired, the 40 guns on the ship fired in sequence from the back to the front, and the shells shot towards the three enemy warships like whistling black dots.
But unfortunately, most of them fell into the sea before reaching the three warships, leaving only useless splashes.
"Damn it, speed up!"
The general of the ironclad fleet became furious and ordered his flagship to raise a special signal flag, then operated the magic furnace at full power to increase the propulsion force and sail forward.
On the Carites side, the observer also reported the situation to the flagship after seeing it.
"Lord Black, the other party is speeding up and chasing us."
"Then we should speed up and try to shake them off and keep some distance."
The two fleets engaged in a thrilling chase across the sea. One fleet, with over 30 ironclad ships, surged forward, breaking through the waves and advancing southwest. Meanwhile, the other fleet's three Aglaia-class battleships cut a long arc across the sea, continuously shelling the enemy ships from the flanks and rear.
Compared to the ironclad fleet that could only chase the enemy with its bow, the three Aglaia-class battleships could not only maintain their range and superior distance, but also have enough energy to swing in an arc, making their own ships present a tilted T-shape to continuously bombard the enemy.
"No!"
In the pursuing ironclad fleet, one warship after another exploded under the enemy's artillery fire, broken wrought iron and wood chips flew everywhere, and a huge orange-yellow flame ball rose up, and then sank to the bottom of the cold abyss.
This scene played out time and time again, gradually frustrating the crew and mages in the fleet. They also tried to send a few mages into the air to attack the enemy warships, but unfortunately, before the mages could get close, they were blasted into pieces by the dense secondary guns, becoming human fireworks that eventually fell into the sea.
Just as the general of the ironclad fleet was struggling and hesitating whether to retreat, a high-level mage advisor beside him stepped forward and said.
"Sir, our reinforcements are here."
Layers of dark clouds opened up above the three Aglaia-class battleships, and one iron-gray airship after another emerged from them. Wisps of mist and airflow still hung on the sides of the sails and oars of these airships, leaving long wakes in the air.
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