Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 756 - 119: Be Careful When Using Magi-Cannons Around Extreme Sports Enthusiasts_3

The black cat was also actively searching for a suitable reason for her actions.

Ethan didn't understand others, but this black cat definitely just liked watching others being blasted away by the magic cannon.

The darkness had bestowed upon her a mischievous character that delighted in chaos.

However, Little Dark precisely pointed out the awkward situation the Golden Fleet was currently facing. No wonder that after the new cabinet was formed, Ave completely forgot her highly esteemed title of "Fleet Commander." Under the empire's mainstream thought advocating for peace diplomacy and actively establishing diplomatic relations with various countries, such a magic cannon, which could flatten a small city with one shot, became entirely unnecessary.

Once those powerful ancient magic cannons were put aside, their function was no different from today's transport skyships. In fact, due to the different functions they were built for, in the field of manned navigation, they were far inferior to the skyships available on the market now.

Even more embarrassing was the fact that, with the inflation of version numbers, "destroying a small city" hardly counted as any noteworthy achievement anymore.

If placed in an environment where the Saint was declining, with the potential for civil war or even a world war at any moment, the Golden Fleet would become an indispensable strategic weapon.

Like a full-strength Sword of Oath and Victory from the Other Shore or a large-scale forbidden spell from Rowena, they could achieve the same effect, with even more precision, not to mention the outlier-level existences like Lao Ba, Lao An, and Lao Kai.

Ethan couldn't help but mourn silently for the Golden Fleet.

Even though it was already famous in Ximu Town, by the time it made its first appearance, it had already fallen to the embarrassing status of the tail-end of T2. A little more of this numerical inflation and it would be swept into the gutter.

"Boom——!"

A loud explosion on the deck interrupted the lively discussion among the group.

In fact, Ethan saw it.

That agile figure descending from the sky, wielding a long sword, with golden short hair and a resolute face, the perfect image of a traditional hero from a kingly tale. Yet, at this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, his leather armor tattered, and wounds streaked across his body, leaving him drenched in blood and turning him into a bloodied man.

It wasn't hard to see that through sheer willpower, he boarded this skyship, vowing to avenge his comrades who perished in the magic cannon.

The worst-case scenario had finally happened!

What did he say back then?

Of course, the No Man's Land has always been a gathering place for extreme sports enthusiasts!

By this time, Ethan was already considering asking Lao Ba to come out once more, hoping that some human remains of the hero's comrades were left after the explosion...

The Other Shore and the others evidently noticed the disturbance on the deck too. Everyone's expressions, except for Little Dark, were frozen on their faces.

"Who was it…!"

A young man's voice came from the smoke, "Who did it?!"

"Confess now."

This time it was Ethan's turn to pat the Other Shore's shoulder, "Try to gain the victim's forgiveness."

The pale-faced Other Shore walked towards the source of the voice, glancing back step by step, only feeling that the current situation was somewhat odd—wasn't it all of them who fired the magic cannon together? Why was she the only one going up to bear the wrath of the family now? Clearly, the loudest one just now was Rowena, and the one who suggested it all was that black cat.

The young man in the smoke leaned on his sword for support; his injuries were severe, his body swayed, on the verge of collapse.

"Was it you?"

Those bloodshot eyes were fixed on the Other Shore.

"Uh, it was us."

The Other Shore spread her arms, not intending to dodge even if the young man were to thrust his sword at her in anger next.

It seemed that in the future, the group of extreme sports enthusiasts would need to be considered.

The young man's breathing grew increasingly rapid, and in the next moment, he finally moved.

But the anticipated pain did not come. When the Other Shore came back to her senses, she found the young man kneeling on one knee, saying with his last strength, "You saved our country, you are the true Savior! Please let me express my sincerest gratitude to you!"