Three Fernan-level battleships crushed over the remnants on the sea surface and continued to advance forward.
The main island was already in sight.
The entire island was enveloped in a layer of translucent golden light cocoon.
The light was not glaring, yet carried an oppressive aura that instinctively made one hold their breath.
Runes slowly flowed on the surface of the light curtain, the protection personally descended by God, at least it should be in the eyes of ordinary people.
Inside the bridge, Alwyn issued a probing order: "Fire a high-explosive shell."
The turret adjusted its angle, loading completed.
"Boom——!"
The shell exploded the instant it touched the light curtain.
Yet the flames spread along the barrier surface, the Shock Wave was completely absorbed, forming only a ripple on the golden light layer, like a pebble falling into the center of a lake.
The light curtain wasn't damaged; instead, it absorbed energy and became more radiant.
