Chapter 447: The Third Calamity (1)
In the early hours of dawn, before the sun had even risen, a sudden alarm from the communication orb plunged the operations room into chaos.
“R-Reporting in! The Silverwing Fleet stationed at the front line of the strait is currently engaged with a Tarak! Half the fleet has already been wiped out!”
“...What?”
Before they could even declare the start of war, horrific news rang out across the Free Nation’s command center.
“Israphil!” Anthem called urgently.
“On it.” Israphil nodded and promptly cast the Superior Vision.
“Protect the remaining ships at all costs! Lord Ganeth is currently en route with the 1st Wyvern Squadron! Lord Ganeth, can you gauge the Silverwing Fleet’s condition?”
As Israphil activated his spell, the magical projections revealed Ganeth on his wyvern, soaring through the skies.
“...Damn.”
“This can’t be happening...”
The soldiers’ expressions darkened as they looked at the projections.
Most of the fleet had been torn apart, on the verge of sinking. Soldiers who had fallen into the sea were being swarmed by countless tiny insects, struggling helplessly to escape.