But after a brief moment of thought, Zeus felt that it was unlikely. With only this solitary ironclad ship advancing, followed by a few cargo ships, it seemed more like an escort protecting the cargo ships than a military action. They hadn't taken the main route, possibly related to the goods they were carrying.
"Don't pay too much attention to them. What we need are those cargo ships."
Zeus said again.
In his mind, it was enough to sink or drive away the Morning Glow Advance; their target was those cargo ships.
In many cases, when an escort ship realizes it can't protect the cargo ships, these guys would flee quickly. Zeus didn't bother with them, as pursuing would also consume a lot of resources, and there was no need to waste supplies on these unknown risks.
"However... it does feel like fate."
The sea breeze swept into the command room, making Zeus feel a chill.
"What's wrong?"
