"Cannons are set and ready!" Apollo shouted from the lower deck.
They often had their cannons ready, just in case they encountered any enemy ships along their journey. However, Apollo still had to make sure each cannon was loaded with ammunition and properly aimed before they could be fired.
"Fire!" Mars commanded with a fierce tone.
In the lower deck, Apollo sighed and lit the fuse on the first cannon before moving to the second one. He did that to each cannon, and once he reached the final cannon, the first cannon exploded with a deafening boom.
A cannonball shot through the air and crashed through the hull of the enemy ship.
Boom, boom, boom—the cannonballs shot from each cannon, one after another, creating a symphony of destruction.
However, then a pleasant and low-pitched voice traversed throughout the air.
"Lalala~"