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n~Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!~~

nRight before their very eyes, a few others on the third inner formation line, witnessed those on the 2nd line lose their body parts like magic.

nIllusion! Illusion!

nThis was definitely an illusion, right?

nSeeing this scene, they shook their heads in disbelief and prayed again for more blessings.

nIf they finally won this war, they would give up half their wealth to Dragmus as offerings.

nAt the same time, some believed that this move was done by some of the secret and rare beasts aboard the Baymardian sh.i.p.s.

nIt seemed like the stories were true.

nFor Dragmus and their own safety, they must win this war!

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nBack on the first formation line, chaos reigned supreme there!

nOne of the dragias, who had just managed to evade the raining bullets, tripped over a dead body amidst the fog of smoke and fell with a loud bang hitting his chin.

nBut how could he feel pain now?

nHe was just about to rise again when he suddenly froze.

nHis body then trembled vigorously.

nHe touched his c.h.e.s.t and felt it moist.

nBlood! Blood had blossomed out of his c.h.e.s.t, dying his already red shirt.

n~Pff!

nHe spat out a large mouthful of blood in disbelief and unwillingness before falling to his knees again, twitching hard.

n1 second later, he was dead!

nThe smoke began to disperse fast, revealing Yara's silhouette a few steps back.

nShe did several hand gestures, indicating that they should all proceed carefully towards onwards.

nPresently, Yara's battleship was positioned perpendicular to the dragia ship she descended onto.

nThe Battleship was anchored sideways (vertically), while the enemy ship she was on was positioned straight on with its head facing them (horizontally.)

nThe Baymardian sh.i.p.s slanted so that their sides faced the heads of 3 or 4 enemy sh.i.p.s at the same time.

nSo the marines from a single battleship ship all scattered below onto these 3~4 sh.i.p.s at once.

nThat said, Yara and a few others had landed onto the high post

/deck at the front of the ship used by the Captains and crew members for observations.

nIf this were an 18th-century ship when the sailing wheels got invented, the ship steering wheel would be here.

nOf course, in this 10th era, such a complex mechanism that involved pulleys, and ropes attached to the paddles that could control an entire ship, wasn't even thought of yet.

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nYara quickly tapped the dead body to make sure it was dead, before hurriedly dropping to the floor and crawling towards the edge of the post with railings and stairs headed downwards towards the main deck.

nThrough the gaps on the railings, she made several shots at those still alive, before rushing down the stairs with her Company vigilantly.

nStanding on the main deck, just behind her, was the post she had descended from.

nAnd from here, she could see several doors underneath the post at deck-level.

nThese 2 doors were definitely stairways or storage rooms.

nAnd just ahead of her, at the extreme end of the ship, was another post standing on 2 floors up the main deck.

nJust from a single glance, it was easy to see that the first

/deck-level floor should have stairways leading up or down below.

nAnd above this deck level were probably luxurious cabins where the captains of these sh.i.p.s sleep.

nThe post she stood on earlier was 2 floors up the main deck level.

nWhy? Because the Captains and co-captains rooms took up the entire floor.

nYara did several hand signals, and the marines quickly dispersed out into different directions.

nWith the 2nd group of tactical teams shooting at those within the 2nd formation line, they didn't need to worry about sneak attacks from those in the nearby enemy sh.i.p.s.

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nMeanwhile, a few dragias hiding and peeping through the small creaks in the doors trembled anxiously when they thought of their predicaments.

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nThey were currently trapped in a room on deck-level that had a stairway at one end of it.

nThos was the floor they typically stored their cleaning supplies and trash in.

nOne had to pass through this small tight room to get to the stairway at the back and descend to the lower decks.

nBut now, the stair doorway had been bolted by their so-called dragia brothers on the other side.

nThey wasted no time in abandoning them, shutting the door right on their faces.

nSome had already given up and were now seated calmly waiting for death, while others continuously banged on the door in fright.

n~Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!~

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"Open up now! Dragmus will never forgive you all for what you're doing!

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"Let us in! Let us in!

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"Brothers! Let's run up on the food and forcefully pry it open.

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"No! It's no use! Those bastards had probably placed all 3 wooden planks across the door from top to bottom.

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"Then, then, then, then... What do we do?

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"What do we do now?

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"Of course we fight! We give these people a piece of our minds!

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"Yes! We don't go down without a fight!

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"Yeah!!!!

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n(*0*)

nListening to the faint sounds of their battle cry, Yara raised her hand, causing her team to freeze.

nFrom there, she spoke into her arm shield.

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"TC-01 to RC-01. The cake is still in the oven. I repeat! The cake is still in the oven!

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"Copy that TC-01. Over.

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nRuby, who was aboard one of the battlesh.i.p.s, answered promptly and continued staying on standby with her units.

nThe tactical teams had already begun clearing the place.

nAnd soon, it was time for them to swoop in and transport the slaves out, as well as gather any who chose to surrender.

nAs for the dead, treasures or info left behind, they'll remain on the sh.i.p.s.

nAfter the battle, the Coast guards, A.KA the cleaners, would haul everything back towards headquarters.

nNow all she was waiting for was Yara's signal.

nYara stood by the side of the door, raised her fingers in the air and began the countdown.

n3... 2... 1...

n~Bam!

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"Help me! Help me! They forced me into joining this temple. I'm innocent!

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