The shadow of the Sun-Cleaving Giant beast fell over Seven Star Pass like a dropping iron continent.
Three hundred paces from bow to stern, the four-story dreadnought displaced enough air to create a nonstop downward gale that flattened the banners on the castle walls and drove choking dust into the defenders’ eyes.
Beneath its black iron hull hung the main weapon. A solid, hundred-ton ram cast from star-fallen iron and stone-hard dragon-bone, designed to drop vertically and crush mountain ridges into gravel.
At point-blank range, no magic charm ward could absorb that physical driving force.
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“Clear the gatehouse!” an elder shouted, his voice cracking in panic. “If that keel drops from three hundred feet, the entire mountain pass will cave in!”
Lin Ke leaned forward in his wheelchair, his unbandaged right hand shielding his eyes from the glare of the galleon’s gold-plated hull.
His divine sense raced across the ship’s underside, running a deep load-bearing scan.
