บท 546: The Present

Like the God of War riding his giant horse of eight legs, the iron ship flew in the air, riding the thunder and the wind, charging forward!

Going through the wild wind and the mist, the ship charged forward. The lightning struck the ship, covering it with a layer of shining light. It was like a sharp saber stabbing into the hurricane.

The ship shook all over in the hurricane. Steel plates peeled off the ship like the scales of a fish. The Keel ballista, charged to its maximum power, reached a super high temperature. The horrible heat was conducted by the mechanical structure to the handle, which became hot as well.

Igor grabbed at the handle, enduring the pain with a wicked smile on his face.

"Hold on, hold on…" Grinding his teeth and staring at the target in front of him, he murmured to himself, "Not yet. Do not rush. Just one moment!"