Chapter 880: Chapter 518: The Stolen Country War: The Kingdom of Naval Supremacy’s Ultimate Gamble! (Part 3)

Deliver the most detailed battlefield information to Byron.

"This is a straightforward, strategic naval battle, with a constant aerial embargo domain over the grand fleet, completely covering the airspace suitable for dropping alchemical bombs or toxins from a distance.

The air force’s power has been greatly reduced, almost eliminating the chance of gaining air dominance and thereby controlling everything, and this situation is unsolvable.

Because of the fear of the sky dominators from the Mythological Era Dragon Court, humans who were originally only rulers have maximized their aerial embargo capabilities.

No one can defeat dragons in the sky; they can only be brought down to the ground for a slim chance.

Decree, battle song, prayer, aura... numerous powerful aerial embargo abilities capable of bringing down dragons have long surrounded the airspace like an iron barrel.

The air force troops that once dominated the skies in the Mythological Era have virtually no presence in the Silver Era, their biggest role now is only close reconnaissance.

Precisely because of this, I believe that air knights, whale oil airships, aeroplanes, and other air force units may have little future, if they can be used for troop transport, it’s a blessing from the Gods, but combat is out of the question.

Under these circumstances, steel battleships driven by high-power steam turbines are highly likely to reach their peak development.

To become the ultimate force ruling the seas, writing a glorious Chapter of ’Multiple-Turret Doctrine.’"

Byron’s attention quickly moved beyond the flying beasts, extending his view to encompass all units of the opposing forces.

Focusing on the flagships of both sides, [Centaurus Constellation Number] and [Royal Oak Number].

The former is the ship that Edward IV is aboard.

This King of York, dressed in a military uniform, adorned with a lavish sash and a beaver fur cloak, stood on the spacious aft deck, surrounded by numerous high-ranking officers and nobility.

Yet seeing him again several months later, he had significantly changed.

Gone is the vigorous spirit he had when he led the York Party to ascend the throne; instead, he exudes a frail aura as if he could collapse at any moment.

His face is pale, with deep-set eyes exuding an unhealthy bluish-white hue, as if something had hollowed out his body.

But the brutality and savagery on his face have become so intense that they instill fear and dread.

Those who are aware know that over the past few months, His Majesty the King has transformed his grief into lust, spending much of his days repeatedly comforting the beautiful queen who has lost all her kin.

The remaining "Ugh... hiss... hiss..." time is spent indulging in drink and food, gluttony, or spontaneous murders.

Apart from instinctively holding the most critical troops tightly in his hand, most of the other political affairs are delegated to his most trusted brother, [Devil Duke] Richard.

Gradually gathering all the traits of a tyrant or a king leading the country to ruin.

If it weren’t for the presence of an external enemy, a sudden occurrence of "Candle Shadows and Axe Sounds" wouldn’t be surprising.

But no one dares to remind Edward IV to pay attention to his health or focus on governance.

No one dares to mention in front of him the Channel Islands’ First Beauty, Elizabeth Woodville, who now bears the new title, [Vampire Queen].

Because during this extended period, anyone who has advised or admonished Edward IV, whether chamberlain or minister, has been killed by him.

However, Edward IV, as the "founding monarch" of the York Dynasty, still carries long-term prestige, and no one in the Royalist Party dares openly defy his orders.

As the distance between the fleets narrows, allowing the flags to be gradually visible to the naked eye, Edward IV lowers his brass telescope, coughs once, and looks at his brother nearby:

"Richard, are the daughter and son-in-law of the Marquess of Norwich, acting as special envoys, in place to welcome my [King Edward] and the First Fleet yet?"

The short, ugly dwarfish [Devil Duke] Richard remains as respectful to his brother as always:

"Your Majesty, news has just returned that they have reached the intended position with the ’First Fleet.’

They are ready to jump through the Edge of the World to join the battlefield in the Material World, delivering a devastating blow to the Earl’s Party."

Upon hearing this, Edward IV’s sinister face rarely reveals a hint of pleasure:

"First, Third, Fifth, along with Lord Tudor’s Seventh Fleet, four fleets against Warwick’s three fleets, the advantage is mine!

All of you are meritorious contributors to the York family; after the rebellion is quelled, there will be rewards."

Members of the Royalist Party finally show some joy on their faces.

No matter if Edward IV has become a tyrant, as long as he leads everyone to partake in the spoils, they can temporarily endure his tyranny.

Isn’t this why everyone serves him?

They all rally with a low roar:

"Four fleets against three fleets, the advantage is ours!"

At the same time, orders are issued through the Law Network:

"All fleet battleships above Fourth Level, assemble into a battle line with the flagships, prepare to engage, Qiangfeng!"

Orders are relayed one level at a time.

"Qiangfeng! Battle readiness!" 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

On the other hand, aboard the [Royal Oak Number], always serving as the Naval Marshal’s vessel.

The grizzled [The Kingmaker] Warwick seems rejuvenated, dressed in a Naval Marshal’s uniform, standing straight without a hint of the previous panic when fleeing Ganquan Palace.

Looking at Clarence Duke George standing beside him, a flicker of unknown cruelty and excitement passes through Warwick’s eyes.

Because his daughter, Duchess of Clarence Isabel, has finally become pregnant under George’s unexpectedly vigorous efforts.