Chapter 730
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June 20, 1803.
The decisive battle had begun.
A fleet of about five hundred battleships and more than six hundred dragons soared through the darkened sky of Hufester.
The night that would determine the fate of humanity was passing slowly and painfully, like the passage of years.
From time to time, the knights and Magicians aboard the battleships, as well as the demons and beastmen, were caught in an illusion that seemed like a faint breeze blowing through the air.
Deep terror can transform into such a sensory experience.
The elite warriors on each side, who had been through numerous life-and-death situations, were intensely focused on their strategies.
If they lost concentration even for a moment, it seemed as if fear would pierce their souls like a sword. It seemed impossible to fight.