Brock’s projectile was an armor-piercing explosive bolt. It struck the Martyr’s Palace square in the head, erupting in an earthshattering explosion. Bone shards flew in every direction as a shallow defect several meters in diameter appeared on the skull.

The blast from that duke-grade airship’s main cannon jolted the Martyr’s Palace so badly that it veered to the side.

The Earth Dragon’s skull was thick enough to withstand several dozen such blasts, but Qianye staggered from the impact, his expression solemn.

“Damage check!” Qianye’s voice echoed through the airship.

“Main cannon normal!”

“Seven port cannons malfunctioning, twenty men lost.”

“Three starboard cannons damaged, fifteen men lost.”

As the damage reports from various parts of the airship arrived, Qianye realized that his worries weren’t unfounded. This demonkin airship wasn’t an opponent to be taken lightly—even if the Earth Dragon could block its attacks, the impact would damage the crew and equipment within.

Brock’s flagship brushed past the Martyr’s Palace and returned with a lithe turn. The giant bolt in its hull apparently had no effect on its mobility and fighting power.

Howard, who had been standing beside Qianye,...