Episode 1097
Chapter 257: The Demon God’s Fleet Attacks (Part 1)
A sleek, pure white fleet of flying ships poured endlessly out of the dimensional gates.
The White Fleet.
The war machines of the Demon God’s Fleet, which had conquered entire dimensions alongside Keliak, swiftly engulfed the realm of Morganiel, casting a vast, ominous shadow.
There wasn’t just one dimensional gate in the sky. Over a hundred gates, arranged like a honeycomb, opened simultaneously, releasing the white ships.
The Alliance, led by the airborne fortress Lafrarosa, immediately prepared for battle, but the numerical disadvantage was glaringly obvious at a glance.
“As expected, their deployment seems to be quite important to them,” said one.
“Yeah, Siron. I had a feeling they’d come, but I never imagined they’d bring this many. Damn it, how many ships is that?”
“Even a rough estimate puts it over a thousand.”
“My head hurts just thinking about it.”
“Still, they don’t seem to be in perfect condition. The dimensional travel must have taken a toll, Father. They must have rushed here.”
Just as Jin said, the white fleet emerging from the gates emitted an unstable noise and vibration.
Their formation was stable, but the protective shields surrounding the fleet were uneven. In other words, they couldn’t just stand by and watch.
“Fleet, ready your weapons!” Jin raised his sword, pointing at the white fleet. The golden fleet had already finished preparing their bombardment.
“Open fire. Don’t let a single one escape.”
Kraaaahhh…!
As the piercing blue beams tore through the sky, Morganiel’s realm instantly turned stark white, like a blank sheet of paper illuminated by the light.
The Alliance still didn’t fully understand the power of the Demon God’s Fleet—how advanced their technology was, or how formidable their armada.
If even the golden fleet couldn’t stand against them, there would be no hope.
“Surely, it can’t be that bad.”
Since the golden fleet was created, the Alliance had believed they would never lose an aerial battle, no matter the enemy.
That faith still held, but the shock from the Demon God’s Fleet’s leader was too great.
So, as the golden fleet’s bombardment clashed with the enemy, the Alliance members held their breath, anxiously awaiting the outcome. The Demon God’s Fleet might deliver a shock far beyond expectations, just as Keliak had.
Boom! Crackle…!
The familiar roar of explosions echoed. To the Alliance, the moment the enemy’s shields shattered seemed to slow down like a paused screen.
Moments later, white ships at the front of the formation began to fall from the sky. Only after confirming this did the Alliance members breathe a sigh of relief.
That meant the fight was winnable. Although the white fleet wasn’t in perfect shape, it was clear the Demon God’s Fleet’s technology wasn’t superior to the Alliance’s.
“Phew.”
“Nervous, rookie?”
“To be honest, I was worried Keliak himself might be commanding the fleet. And… he’s not on any of those ships.”
As soon as the dimensional gates opened, Jin and the others tried to sense Keliak’s presence. Fortunately, he wasn’t aboard any of the white ships.
“Still, there’s a strong energy… quite a lot of it, Brother Jin. We need to be careful.”
At Ban’s words, the others nodded gravely.
When she said “be careful,” she meant the Changsung—those powerful beings like themselves.
The Demon God’s Fleet had conquered every dimension except this one, the 677th. Naturally, even without the monster Keliak, they possessed Changsung, and in numbers far exceeding the Alliance’s. They simply couldn’t all gather in one place due to dimensional travel limitations.
“So, three of them here? Well, across all dimensions, Changsung probably aren’t that rare.”
Luna wrapped a crimson aura around Krantel as she spoke, and Siron and Ban exchanged knowing smiles.
“Not all ten-star Changsung are the same, just like not all ten-star warriors are equal.”
“We should find out who the strongest in all dimensions really is.”
“Hey, Ban. Isn’t that Keliak, the Demon God’s Fleet’s leader?”
“I haven’t faced him properly yet. Right, Siron?”
“That’s right. Show us what you’ve got, Ban. I’ve been curious about your true power.”
“Power, huh? If the opportunity arises, I’ll show you. But I hope it’s not now.”
Ssshhh… Kraaaahhh…!
The white fleet’s vanguard continued to be shot down. They were so focused on defense that they couldn’t even think about counterattacking.
This was the perfect moment for the Alliance’s Changsung and superhumans to infiltrate the enemy lines. Yet Jin held back from giving the order.
Because there was a more efficient weapon left to use.
The Meiwang Cannon.
The main gun of the airborne fortress Lafrarosa was locked onto the white fleet. While the fleet kept firing relentlessly, Lafrarosa only amplified its power.
[Craaaak! Kreeee!]
[Hang in there, Soldier One!]
[Kyuu kyuu kyuu!]
Inside Lafrarosa’s engine room, the three solar deities’ consciousnesses shouted. Beltian, bound in restraints, looked swollen and ready to explode.
Beltian’s power was nearly infinite by nature, but now it radiated an energy far stronger than Dr. Kwaul had anticipated.
The reason? The dimensional gates the Demon God’s Fleet used.
As the swirling galaxy-like patterns inside the gates showed, they were opened using the power of Malugia. The Demon God’s Fleet had exploited the traces left by Malugia in this dimension—leftover from a recent battle with Keliak—and the powers of other Malugias they had captured from different dimensions.
What the Demon God’s Fleet hadn’t accounted for was the existence of an airborne fortress in the Balmel Alliance powered by a destructive consciousness.
[Malugia… have you come to save me? Kraaahhh!]
“Alright, just a little more… That’s it! Hey, Baba! It’s ready!”
[Kyuu!]
Blyget’s voice echoed through the ship’s comms to Lafrarosa’s bridge.
“Meiwang Cannon is… wait. Boras brothers, the power levels are too high. Is it safe to fire?”
“Tell the Changsung to prepare! No, I’ll do it. Toushin brothers, strengthen the shields. Even allies can get hurt by the backlash!”
Except for Siron, the Changsung quickly agreed with Boras. They had all experienced the enemy’s airborne fortress bombardments firsthand. Of course, the Meiwang Cannon was on a whole other level.
“Rookie, is the Meiwang Cannon really that powerful?”
“It seems the Malugia’s energy is boosting the power even more. Father, come here.”
The five Changsung clustered tightly, forming a protective shield.
“Fire!”
The moment Baba gave the order, a crack appeared in the shield the five Changsung had formed together, shocking them.
The cannon’s blast hadn’t even directly hit them—only the aftershock grazed the shield. Though it wasn’t their full power shield, it wasn’t a weak one either.
The allies’ Changsung were more rattled than the enemy. Hastily, they reinforced the shield and looked toward the cannon’s target.
A golden tidal wave was swallowing everything.
Not just the sky, which had glowed blue from previous bombardments, but the vast land teeming with vibrant life was being swept away by the golden wave spewed from Lafrarosa.
It wasn’t just destruction or breaking—it was more like erasure. The Changsung were momentarily speechless before the overwhelming sight.
The countless white ships were completely obscured by the Meiwang Cannon’s blast. It seemed to swallow even the dimensional gates they had emerged from.
“I heard Dr. Kwaul explain the Meiwang Cannon’s power… but this is shocking.”
If struck head-on by the Meiwang Cannon, could I even survive?
Ban, Siron, and the other Changsung couldn’t quickly answer the question that flashed through their minds.
“Wait, kid. Is the formation okay? It’d be strange if the entire formation got wiped out.”
“It’s fine. I’m sure of it.”
“…If that’s true, it wouldn’t be surprising if some enemy Changsung died.”
“Exactly.”
It was a single shot.
Yet the golden tidal wave lasted over five minutes. The heat kept the Changsung inside the shield, and the allied fleet remained within Lafrarosa’s protective barrier, ceasing fire.
After seven minutes, the blast’s intensity began to wane, and at exactly ten minutes, it ended completely.
When the smoke cleared, the first thing the Alliance saw was the wreckage of the white fleet piled on the ground like discarded corpses.
The debris was from the rear ranks. The fleets in front had melted away without a trace.
If that had been the entire enemy force, the Alliance would have claimed victory in a single strike.
But most of the dimensional gates the white fleet had emerged from remained open, and new ships were pouring out, forming fresh formations.
The white fleet quickly filled the sky again, but the Changsung were more focused on the Meiwang Cannon.
It had already reloaded.
“Rookie, how many more times can the fortress fire?”
“Normally, over ten times without maintenance, but with the current power boost, fewer than that. We should move further back before the next shot.”
“What? Wait, Ban, did one of the enemy Changsung just die? The other two don’t look well either.”
As Murakan said, one of the three Demon God’s Fleet Changsung had died in the recent bombardment, and the other two were critically wounded. The remaining two would almost certainly die in the next attack.
The battle was far from over.
“…So from now on, anyone who comes will probably be somewhat prepared. We have to hold out until the curse is lifted, which means we have to hope their reinforcements run dry before we run out of Mingwangpo.”