The scorching Dragon Flame was like a colossal lance, striking the conspicuous "Union Jack" on the side of the "London."

The massive ship was pushed aside instantly, tilting, but its armor plates remained intact, only the color turned crimson from the blaze.

A stark contrast to the previous "little boat" that shattered at the slightest touch.

Magic Shield?

Losa was a bit surprised, then immediately increased the output power of the Dragon Flame. The semi-transparent shield rippled more violently, seemingly on the verge of breaking.

Inside the London.

The first mate let out a hurried roar, sprinting through the somewhat cramped corridor.

"Put in the Magic Stone, yes, I didn’t misspeak, not the powder, but whole Magic Stones. Hurry, hurry, where are the stokers? Everyone, come on, the shield is about to give way!"

"Captain’s orders, open the turrets immediately, double-charge the counterattack!"

"Yes, that’s right, it’s a double-charge counterattack, in normal conditions, our aerial turret can’t even scratch a single scale!"

On this massive beast of over two hundred meters, its side turrets and the ones extending from the top of the cabin began charging simultaneously. The barrels turned crimson, high-purity White Crystal Bombs were loaded into the breech, and after a volley, the airship, already tilted, shifted again by several dozen meters, nearly crashing into the adjacent ally ship.

Boom—

The shell exploded beside the Giant Dragon, a violent shockwave transformed into a storm, the briefly uncontrolled Dragon Flame carved chaotic trajectories in the sky like a blade, an airship failing to evade got hit in the ammunition magazine by the Dragon Flame and instantly exploded.

Chaotic debris showered down like rain onto the sea surface.

On the sea surface, on the flagship of that massive steel Fleet, the Sea Monarchy, the captain arrived at the stern of the ship, urgently and respectfully urging: "Duke, the admiral orders you to act."

"Hmm."

The response was cold; the towering figure over ten meters high was like a tall tower.

Hiss—

High-temperature steam spewed from the armor’s crevices, specialized jet devices propelled the heavy Steel Body into the sky. In his hand, the ten-meter Chainsaw Giant Sword glowed with the exclusive brilliance of a Divine Artifact.

It is the Iron Duke, a culmination of technology from the Big Ben Science Academy and the Empire Magic Academy, the pinnacle creation of Armored Infantry!

The most renowned figure in Great Britain besides Lady Nightingale, a combat hero of the Crimean War, the Ninth Russo-Turkish War, his name unknown, the title lasting forever—Iron Duke!

Actually, the Iron Duke was merely the name of this armor, and anyone with royal blood could easily wield this "Divine Artifact." Whenever an Iron Duke fell, someone would replace him.

Not only is the Chainsaw Longsword it wields a Divine Artifact, but the entire armor can be considered a Divine Artifact, seamless and mutually completing.

Alongside the Iron Duke’s ascent, numerous Casters rose up.

The captain removed his military cap, pleading: "Sirs, for the Empire where the Sun Never Sets, for the glory of Queen Victoria, please ensure the safety of the ’London!’

Every large surface vessel hosted numerous Casters trained by the Royal Family; their loyalty and combat power far surpassed those in the Middle Ages, hired at great expense by regional Lords.

Among them, some specialized in defense, some in control, others in destruction; their sole commonality being born for war, with narrow specializations, rendering their individual power insignificant without team coordination.

Yet, when they unite, their combat strength instantly multiplied.

...

Buzz—

The rapidly rotating crimson Chainsaw sliced through the shockwave formed by the White Crystal Bomb, exuding an intensely piercing sense of crisis, slashing towards the seemingly weakest left wing of the Demon Dragon.

"Tsk, even ’Gundam’ emerges, now this scene finally has a bit of a hero versus Evil Dragon air."

The Giant Dragon’s face showed a slight human-like smile, seemingly oblivious to the large team of Casters numbering over a hundred that ascended alongside the Iron Duke.

These Casters, perhaps individually weaker than Saladin’s advisors, surpassed those passive participants significantly when combined.

Losa, at this moment, held neither the decree enhancement from Lavinia nor the "Highly Anticipated" near-infinite Blue Bar, nowhere near the peak state during the showdown with Shemir, not even half that level.

Yet he came, alone and with little caution.

It felt just like in his previous life, when the system continually prompted "the site is unsafe," yet he recklessly clicked in.

But unlike the past, he had two lives, a chance to restart even after death; coupled with the fact that the death in combat records wasn’t a true death, it felt like he had an invincible firewall, instinctively wanting to surge forward.

Clang—

The sharp chainsaw sliced through Losa’s dragon claw, scattering countless tiny sparks in the air.

This iron lump was surprisingly agile. Its body, more than ten meters long, seemed like a small speck compared to Losa’s demon dragon form, yet its defense and destructive power were both astonishing. Losa spewed a breath of dragon flame at it, but this thing emerged unscathed, as if immune to fire damage, and retaliated with a fierce attack.

The rapidly spinning chainsaw sword forcibly split his supposedly indestructible scales right down the middle.

These scales had multiple enchantments and were even tougher than those of the Copper-Horned Red Dragon. Until now, there were instances where his scales were plucked off, or where through the gaps in his scales, he was injured, but to have them split open directly—this was a first.

Boom!

Dragon Qi vibrations sent the Iron Duke flying.

Losa was just about to retaliate with a dragon flame enhanced by Fire Virtue Dragon Qi, but the casters in the air weren’t just standing idly by.

Countless invisible energy ropes shot towards him.

Dozens of casters recited spells in unison. The exotic spirituality, almost entirely excluded except for flames, became frenzied once more and surged towards the casters.

The demon dragon struggled mightily within the confines of the energy ropes, but the binding spell set by fifty casters together was not so easy to break free from in a short time.

A gigantic energy mass formed from the chants of the other fifty casters. It was the highest secret art of the London Royal Mage Academy - the Magic Energy Burst.

Its name might be simple, but its destructive power was equally astounding.

Boom——

A magical storm, infinitely more terrifying than the airship ammunition depot explosion just moments ago, swept across the entire sky.

The sea seemed like an impending apocalypse, with raging waves rolling over. Warships, cargo ships, airships, all could only drift along in this storm.

"It’s done for."

Standing inside the captain’s room of the London, observing the battle through the porthole, the admiral stood firmly on deck, filled with regret.

"Damn, we’ve lost a total of three airships, and now we can’t even obtain a complete ancient dragon remains."

The admiral was in a foul mood, as it was clear that not even an ancient dragon could survive under the barrage of an entire squad of Royal Mages. This was nearly the peak of conventional military power that Great Britain could deploy, strong enough to destroy half a city.

Colonel Brown, having his hands freed, spoke in a low voice: "I’m worried more airships or vessels will be destroyed in this storm."

The losses they’d already suffered were considerable.

Even in the original plan to conquer Texas, he hadn’t expected any enemy to threaten their airships and warships, because the Texans had no means to threaten their air power.

As for threats from the sea?

Colonel Brown had never considered those a concern.

However, as the aftermath of the magic gradually dissipated, what was revealed to all was a giant dragon statue, seemingly carved from marble. Its wings no longer flapped, yet it remained suspended in mid-air, not having fallen into the abyss.

"What exactly is it, a construct demon? A new war machine developed by the French?"

The Royal Mages widened their eyes. They had just been exerting their spiritual power liberally, now they were quite worn out, but they still tried to focus their minds, intending to analyze what this entity truly was.

"With its current appearance, it must be dead, right? Anyway, I’m not sensing any sign of a living creature."

"Using the word ’dead’ might not be accurate. I think it’s simply run out of energy, after all, it withstood our jointly cast forbidden spell, surely it exhausted its energy."

"Even if it ran out of energy, the fact that it’s unscathed is hard to believe. I suspect its body is forged from divine artifact-level materials."

"Are you kidding? Such a large piece of divine artifact-level material?"

The Royal Mages whispered among themselves, unable to hide a bit of excitement.

But who would have thought, the chainsaw sword held by the Iron Duke started spinning again, its piercing hum instantly drowning out all the Royal Mages’ voices.

The next moment.

Layers of stone-like skin began to crack.

Enclosed within it was a vast, sun-like life force, becoming apparent in everyone’s perception.

"Damn, it’s not dead!"

"Quick, group binding technique!"