Quickly forcing himself to refocus on the battlefield, temporarily suppressing his thoughts, he realized that in this moment of distraction, five more warships had sacrificed themselves to severely damage the invading high-tier contractors.
However, he hadn't noticed that during this short period, a squad of high-tier witches had already attached themselves to the "Seth" ship he was on.
"These abnormal objects of His Highness are really useful…
Just with this one, we can leverage His Highness's abilities to create this detection-shielding fog!"
Magga leaned against the outer armor of the warship with four others from the Maga Empire's instance, pseudo-ninth tier, holding a civilization staff in one hand and touching the cold metal armor with the other.
Feeling somewhat incredulous about the smooth progress they had along the way.
