The magic-guided flagship where Horn was located bore the brunt of the attack.
"Commander! Our magic shields are being rapidly consumed! The flagship's shield volume has already lost thirty percent!"
On the flagship of the Silver Wing Legion, the explosive sound of successive light bullets was deafening, and the brilliant light was so dazzling it couldn't be stared at directly.
The Alliance soldier responsible for monitoring the ship's hull was pale-faced, yelling hoarsely, "At this rate, our shields will be penetrated soon!"
"Quickly pivot the hull! Withdraw back to Fog Strait first!"
Horn roared, instantly making the right decision, his voice became hurried and pressing: "Those bumpkins won't be able to stop our ship no matter what!"
At this moment, the Silver Wing Commander was in a chaotic mental state.
How did Ark Kingdom suddenly conjure up so many golden-armored soldiers, and where did such an exaggerated remote strike capability come from?
