The scorching Dragon Flame was like a colossal lance, striking the conspicuous "Union Jack" on the side of the "London."
The massive ship was pushed aside instantly, tilting, but its armor plates remained intact, only the color turned crimson from the blaze.
A stark contrast to the previous "little boat" that shattered at the slightest touch.
Magic Shield?
Losa was a bit surprised, then immediately increased the output power of the Dragon Flame. The semi-transparent shield rippled more violently, seemingly on the verge of breaking.
Inside the London.
The first mate let out a hurried roar, sprinting through the somewhat cramped corridor.
"Put in the Magic Stone, yes, I didn't misspeak, not the powder, but whole Magic Stones. Hurry, hurry, where are the stokers? Everyone, come on, the shield is about to give way!"
"Captain's orders, open the turrets immediately, double-charge the counterattack!"
