Chapter 322.: Get Ready
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Chapter 322. Get Ready
Whoosh!
A cannonball enveloped in black flames whizzed past Charles' head and crashed heavily to the canopy behind him, creating a large hole from which black smoke billowed out.
Cries of alarms and screams from the islanders echoed from beneath the hole. It was a cannonball fired from the sunken ships of the Deep Dwellers. Charles had no idea of the exact nature of the contents within the projectile, but he was certain that they were dangerous and deadly.
Of course, the Hope Island Navy wouldn't stand by idly. The coastal batteries and the steamships at sea swiftly swiveled their cannons and unleashed a barrage of fire at the sunken ships.
Bubbles churned ceaselessly in the icy sea waters, and more sunken ships continued to surface. The seawater in the vicinity of Hope Island turned into a chaotic battlefield as relentless sounds of gunfire and cannons filled the air.
Perched atop Charles' palm, Lily looked up and asked, "Mr. Charles, should we go help?"
Charles didn't look down; instead, his gaze remained on the motionless octopus-headed creature on the ship as he shook his head.
"No rush," Charles answered, "They don't seem to harbor the intention of escalating it to a full-scale showdown right from the start. Let's observe the situation first."
Making use of the canopy as stepping stones, Charles quickly moved toward the eastern side of the island. Soon, they had arrived at the easternmost part. He sliced through the thick canopy with his Dark Blade and jumped into the gaping hole.
A towering rectangular white building stood beneath the canopy, and people clad in blue naval uniforms were rushing about within its compounds.
Charles's arrival instantly made the guards draw their pistols and aimed the gun barrels at him. Upon recognizing that the newcomer was their Governor, they immediately stood at attention and saluted.
Charles ignored them and walked toward the command center with hurried steps.
Beep... Beep beep...
As Charles neared the command center, he could hear the never-ceasing sound of the telegraphs. In the spacious underground command center, which spanned over a hundred square meters, there were at least a dozen telegraphs working tirelessly to receive messages from other parts of the islands or from the ships.
"Be a bit more courteous to the Governor, won't ya? He's still our leader, after all."
"Will being courteous help us win the war? Do all these pleasantries matter in a life-and-death situation? A soldier's worth is in their genuine military achievements, not through some meaningless niceties," the bearded man retorted before turning his gaze back onto the sand table.
Feuerbach shrugged nonchalantly and said nothing more.
A few minutes later, a telegraph operator beside them reported, "The Divine Light Order's fleet has set sail and engaged the fishmen in battle."
The bearded commander slapped the table hard in excitement. "Great! Notify Commodore Jimmy to pull back with his fleet. We need to reserve some warships for tactical maneuvering."
Meanwhile, Charles stood atop a roof as he watched the airships ascend into the air and the warships moving out of the docks to enter the fray.
Cardinal Bishop Hunn stood next to him, and with a hint of ingratiation, he explained, "Governor Charles, we really intend to assist your navy, but we saw that they already have a battle formation in action, so we held back from adding to the chaos. We were afraid that we might unknowingly disrupt your battle plans."
Charles turned to look at the elderly man with white hair. He couldn't be bothered to even try to figure out if the man was speaking the truth.
"When will your Pope arrive?" Charles asked.
Though the battle seemed to be at a tie now, an unexplainable unease was stirring in Charles' heart. However, if the formidable Pope arrived, his presence would decisively tip the scales in their favor.
"He should be arriving soon. I'm really sorry about that. As you know, the Divine Light Grand Cathedral is really far from Hope Island, and there are no currents to speed up our journey."
Charles let out a soft sigh. We can truly only rely on ourselves at crucial moments.
He quickly identified his current location before he gently set Lily down on the ground. He then rushed toward the nearest location of a Deep Dweller Elder.
His own strength was considerably impressive as well. Instead of waiting for the enemy to make the first move, he decided that he should join the battle to inject some unpredictability.
Lily started to scurry after Charles in an attempt to catch up, but Charles swiftly outpaced her.
"Return to the inner island!" Charles instructed without looking back. "Get all your mice to leave the sewers and help guard the coastlines!"
He didn't even stop for a brief respite upon reaching the shores. He immediately jumped onto the sea and dashed toward a green-hued sunken ship in the distant waters.
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Chapter 322. Get Ready
Whoosh!
A cannonball enveloped in black flames whizzed past Charles' head and crashed heavily to the canopy behind him, creating a large hole from which black smoke billowed out.
Cries of alarms and screams from the islanders echoed from beneath the hole. It was a cannonball fired from the sunken ships of the Deep Dwellers. Charles had no idea of the exact nature of the contents within the projectile, but he was certain that they were dangerous and deadly.
Of course, the Hope Island Navy wouldn't stand by idly. The coastal batteries and the steamships at sea swiftly swiveled their cannons and unleashed a barrage of fire at the sunken ships.
Bubbles churned ceaselessly in the icy sea waters, and more sunken ships continued to surface. The seawater in the vicinity of Hope Island turned into a chaotic battlefield as relentless sounds of gunfire and cannons filled the air.
Perched atop Charles' palm, Lily looked up and asked, "Mr. Charles, should we go help?"
Charles didn't look down; instead, his gaze remained on the motionless octopus-headed creature on the ship as he shook his head.
"No rush," Charles answered, "They don't seem to harbor the intention of escalating it to a full-scale showdown right from the start. Let's observe the situation first."
Making use of the canopy as stepping stones, Charles quickly moved toward the eastern side of the island. Soon, they had arrived at the easternmost part. He sliced through the thick canopy with his Dark Blade and jumped into the gaping hole.
A towering rectangular white building stood beneath the canopy, and people clad in blue naval uniforms were rushing about within its compounds.
Charles's arrival instantly made the guards draw their pistols and aimed the gun barrels at him. Upon recognizing that the newcomer was their Governor, they immediately stood at attention and saluted.
Charles ignored them and walked toward the command center with hurried steps.
Beep... Beep beep...
As Charles neared the command center, he could hear the never-ceasing sound of the telegraphs. In the spacious underground command center, which spanned over a hundred square meters, there were at least a dozen telegraphs working tirelessly to receive messages from other parts of the islands or from the ships.
"Be a bit more courteous to the Governor, won't ya? He's still our leader, after all."
"Will being courteous help us win the war? Do all these pleasantries matter in a life-and-death situation? A soldier's worth is in their genuine military achievements, not through some meaningless niceties," the bearded man retorted before turning his gaze back onto the sand table.
Feuerbach shrugged nonchalantly and said nothing more.
A few minutes later, a telegraph operator beside them reported, "The Divine Light Order's fleet has set sail and engaged the fishmen in battle."
The bearded commander slapped the table hard in excitement. "Great! Notify Commodore Jimmy to pull back with his fleet. We need to reserve some warships for tactical maneuvering."
Meanwhile, Charles stood atop a roof as he watched the airships ascend into the air and the warships moving out of the docks to enter the fray.
Cardinal Bishop Hunn stood next to him, and with a hint of ingratiation, he explained, "Governor Charles, we really intend to assist your navy, but we saw that they already have a battle formation in action, so we held back from adding to the chaos. We were afraid that we might unknowingly disrupt your battle plans."
Charles turned to look at the elderly man with white hair. He couldn't be bothered to even try to figure out if the man was speaking the truth.
"When will your Pope arrive?" Charles asked.
Though the battle seemed to be at a tie now, an unexplainable unease was stirring in Charles' heart. However, if the formidable Pope arrived, his presence would decisively tip the scales in their favor.
"He should be arriving soon. I'm really sorry about that. As you know, the Divine Light Grand Cathedral is really far from Hope Island, and there are no currents to speed up our journey."
Charles let out a soft sigh. We can truly only rely on ourselves at crucial moments.
He quickly identified his current location before he gently set Lily down on the ground. He then rushed toward the nearest location of a Deep Dweller Elder.
His own strength was considerably impressive as well. Instead of waiting for the enemy to make the first move, he decided that he should join the battle to inject some unpredictability.
Lily started to scurry after Charles in an attempt to catch up, but Charles swiftly outpaced her.
"Return to the inner island!" Charles instructed without looking back. "Get all your mice to leave the sewers and help guard the coastlines!"
He didn't even stop for a brief respite upon reaching the shores. He immediately jumped onto the sea and dashed toward a green-hued sunken ship in the distant waters.
Chapter 322. Get Ready Whoosh! A cannonball enveloped in black flames whizzed past Charles' head and crashed heavily to the canopy behind him, creating a large hole from which black smoke billowed out. Cries of alarms and screams from the islanders echoed from beneath the hole. It was a cannonball fired from the sunken ships of the Deep Dwellers. Charles had no idea of the exact nature of the contents within the projectile, but he was certain that they were dangerous and deadly. Of course, the Hope Island Navy wouldn't stand by idly. The coastal batteries and the steamships at sea swiftly swiveled their cannons and unleashed a barrage of fire at the sunken ships. Bubbles churned ceaselessly in the icy sea waters, and more sunken ships continued to surface. The seawater in the vicinity of Hope Island turned into a chaotic battlefield as relentless sounds of gunfire and cannons filled the air. Perched atop Charles' palm, Lily looked up and asked, "Mr. Charles, should we go help?" Charles didn't look down; instead, his gaze remained on the motionless octopus-headed creature on the ship as he shook his head. "No rush," Charles answered, "They don't seem to harbor the intention of escalating it to a full-scale showdown right from the start. Let's observe the situation first." Making use of the canopy as stepping stones, Charles quickly moved toward the eastern side of the island. Soon, they had arrived at the easternmost part. He sliced through the thick canopy with his Dark Blade and jumped into the gaping hole. A towering rectangular white building stood beneath the canopy, and people clad in blue naval uniforms were rushing about within its compounds. Charles's arrival instantly made the guards draw their pistols and aimed the gun barrels at him. Upon recognizing that the newcomer was their Governor, they immediately stood at attention and saluted. Charles ignored them and walked toward the command center with hurried steps. Beep... Beep beep... As Charles neared the command center, he could hear the never-ceasing sound of the telegraphs. In the spacious underground command center, which spanned over a hundred square meters, there were at least a dozen telegraphs working tirelessly to receive messages from other parts of the islands or from the ships. "Be a bit more courteous to the Governor, won't ya? He's still our leader, after all." "Will being courteous help us win the war? Do all these pleasantries matter in a life-and-death situation? A soldier's worth is in their genuine military achievements, not through some meaningless niceties," the bearded man retorted before turning his gaze back onto the sand table. Feuerbach shrugged nonchalantly and said nothing more. A few minutes later, a telegraph operator beside them reported, "The Divine Light Order's fleet has set sail and engaged the fishmen in battle." The bearded commander slapped the table hard in excitement. "Great! Notify Commodore Jimmy to pull back with his fleet. We need to reserve some warships for tactical maneuvering." Meanwhile, Charles stood atop a roof as he watched the airships ascend into the air and the warships moving out of the docks to enter the fray. Cardinal Bishop Hunn stood next to him, and with a hint of ingratiation, he explained, "Governor Charles, we really intend to assist your navy, but we saw that they already have a battle formation in action, so we held back from adding to the chaos. We were afraid that we might unknowingly disrupt your battle plans." Charles turned to look at the elderly man with white hair. He couldn't be bothered to even try to figure out if the man was speaking the truth. "When will your Pope arrive?" Charles asked. Though the battle seemed to be at a tie now, an unexplainable unease was stirring in Charles' heart. However, if the formidable Pope arrived, his presence would decisively tip the scales in their favor. "He should be arriving soon. I'm really sorry about that. As you know, the Divine Light Grand Cathedral is really far from Hope Island, and there are no currents to speed up our journey." Charles let out a soft sigh. We can truly only rely on ourselves at crucial moments. He quickly identified his current location before he gently set Lily down on the ground. He then rushed toward the nearest location of a Deep Dweller Elder. His own strength was considerably impressive as well. Instead of waiting for the enemy to make the first move, he decided that he should join the battle to inject some unpredictability. Lily started to scurry after Charles in an attempt to catch up, but Charles swiftly outpaced her. "Return to the inner island!" Charles instructed without looking back. "Get all your mice to leave the sewers and help guard the coastlines!" He didn't even stop for a brief respite upon reaching the shores. He immediately jumped onto the sea and dashed toward a green-hued sunken ship in the distant waters.
