"Wakaka! Come on then! Let's go full frontal—big gun versus big gun!"
"Get my damn anti-air cannons ready! Time to blow these backwater hillbillies to hell!"
Dynasty Old Yin screeched in his signature raspy duck voice as the sound of thirty-two divine-grade cannons began rumbling into readiness.
The sight didn't just shake every NPC general—it sent chills down the backs of even the Glory Seekers players.
Godslayer's guild leader, Triple Crown Winner, had once fought lightning-based forbidden curses with his bare body. That already felt like something out of a xianxia game.
But now?
This wasn't just fantasy anymore—it was sci-fi warfare.
The fortress's colossal cannons pointed directly at the three massive Dawn-class warships of the Empire, towering like divine swords held in the hands of gods.
Compared to the overwhelming scale of Celestial Fortress, the three imperial flagships suddenly looked pitiful—almost laughable.
