Amid the surging waves of fire, all attention was drawn to the Nine-Headed Wyrm.
At this moment, who would notice a small stone silently landing on the deck?
The instant it touched down, that stone turned into a gray liquid, gliding soundlessly across the deck through the sea of flames, slipping into the warship’s interior via the gap in the hatch.
Inside the empty corridor, the liquid slowly rose up, expanded, and transformed into Monkey’s true form.
By now, the interior of the warship resembled a living hell. Every wooden structure shimmered with a dark red glow and crackled ominously, as if a mere touch would shatter them.
If not for the fireproof treatment on all the ship’s woodwork, a raging blaze would have already erupted.
In such an environment, ordinary Skyward Legionnaires could only survive under the protection of Heavenly Generals. With survival itself in question, the usual patrols and surveillance were naturally out of the question—making Monkey’s infiltration much easier.
“Where could General Nate be hiding?” Monkey raised his brows, gripping the Golden Staff as he tiptoed from cabin to cabin, searching.
As long as he captured General Nate, the matter would be settled. But if there was truly an ambush, Nate was likely with the main force, heavily protected.
In that case, making a move against him would be no easy task.
But then again, who can say?
Once battle breaks out, who can protect whom? Has Monkey ever lacked victories snatched from chaos? As long as there’s a chance, he ought to try.
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By now, the Nine-Headed Wyrm had already fought while retreating for over twenty li. The prows of all three warships were glowing red-hot from the flames, their sails utterly burned away, yet they stubbornly pressed forward.
From the ground, looking up, they appeared like three crimson meteors streaking across the night sky.
But they wouldn’t last much longer.
If things went on like this, even with Heavenly Generals shielding the core, even if the interior Legionnaires were protected, the warships’ original structure would soon be completely destroyed by the heat.
Inside a cabin, Marshal Silver gazed at the walls, which were gradually turning red in the scorching air, and said slowly: “It’s about time. Order the two side ships to attack.”
“What about the flagship?”
“The flagship holds position for now.” Marshal Silver turned to General Nate, who stood at his side, and said, “Tonight, you are their target. So no matter how the battle shifts, you must stick closely to me. As long as you’re unharmed, we hold the initiative in this fight. Understood?”