"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"
The piercing alarm kept sounding.
At four in the morning in the northern offshore area, the last stretch of the Death Channel, what was meant to happen eventually did.
Munina swiftly swayed her tail at the seabed, weaving under the ships, constantly singing the Siren's Song.
She brought only a few clan members, but they were elite, enhancing the battleship's combat power.
Indeed, they were Grim Clan Sea Demons.
They were no longer pretending.
Sharks and plate-armored horseshoe crabs are effective against ocean creatures but cannot deal with human warships.
You can't expect giant sharks to bite through the thick planks of a ship, can you?
Thus, this time, the Grim Clan's elite were dispatched.
Among the crowd, Munina saw a figure that was supposed to be "dead."
Uranie.
She was indeed problematic!
Recalling the tragic death of tens of thousands of clan members, the killing intent in Munina's eyes flickered briefly.
