Chapter 182: The Void Steel Catastrophe
The Azure Sea was entirely black under the heavy storm clouds.
I stood at the absolute prow of my flagship. The freezing ocean wind battered my S-Grade Hive Chitin armor. My glowing red visor pierced the thick oceanic fog. Directly ahead of our Steampunk fleet the dark horizon was burning with a blinding golden light.
The Holy Armada had arrived.
It was a terrifying display of raw magical superiority. The Pope had sent fifty towering wooden galleons. The ships were completely saturated with divine energy. Massive overlapping golden shields linked the entire fleet together in one impenetrable magical dome. The sheer conceptual pressure of the holy light was meant to vaporize anything it touched.
I looked down at the vanguard of my own formation.
Spread out across the churning black water were hundreds of massive flat iron barges. They carried the newly modernized Beastman horde.
