Petrov was shivering all over, his pale face resembling the noblewomen of the Victorian era, smothered in lead white foundation.
"Impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
Humankind has nearly traversed every corner of the world, except for the Abyss beneath the sea. Any uncharted territory would have explorers hoisting their flags proudly, yet no one had ever heard of such a massive dragon cluster surviving anywhere.
If even the slightest hint of their existence had been detected, wouldn't so many of those fanatic European nobles, dreaming of becoming Dragon Knights, seize the chance for fame and glory?
Boom—
The Lviv's main battleship had two crimson Demon Dragons tear off a large section of its armored plate, exposing its vulnerable underbelly.
In that area, a vast stash of White Crystal Explosives lay, undoubtedly the Floating Airship's weakest spot.
