During the second round of bombardment, fiery storms tore through the last layer of the crab's shell with blazing shrapnel, scattering flesh and shell fragments everywhere.
A piercing shriek stabbed through the eardrums.
Before the giant iron armor crab could take two steps, snapping the Golden Deer, it collapsed on the ground like a landslide.
The era where small, large, and giant sea monsters corresponded to the deck length of a Sixth Level Battleship to assess their combat power has now become a thing of the past.
Could it be that the giant iron armor crab, whose size had long exceeded the level of a First Level Ship, couldn't withstand even two volleys of the new forty-cannon artillery?
The crew on board erupted in cheers; it was destined that this sea would have a new master!
Countless artworks clearly underestimated the power of modern weaponry. Swarms of corpses and giant snake disasters couldn't withstand the might of true modern weapons.
