First Light of a New Age

Chapter 24: Sea Dragon

Kingdom of High Tarxan, Near A Tarxan Port, Near Portville, On The Ocean Of The Country Of High Tarxan

First Year Of God, First Day, First Five Days, First Month

Waves were pounding against the hull, and the sails were whipping back and forth in the fierce wind. The magi-engines were struggling to propel the entire vessel as the magicians were all but exhausted in purifying the magi-crystals. With each magician that became exhausted, another magician took their place. The wind roars through the broadside of the ironclads as it nearly capsizes through the sheer strength of the wind. Flickers of light from the barrels of magical muskets light up the deck of the ship.

"Magicians! Wind Barrier!" commanded a man on the deck. A group of mages cast a spell, erecting a wall of wind that intercepted a barrage of fireballs from a horde of flying demons.

"Reserves! Assist the magicians below with purifying the magi-crystals!" shouted another man.

On the side was a line of Elven infantry facing towards the broadside of the ship with an Elven male at their head. Raising his enchanted sword, he called out.

"Fire the Anti-Air Flak Cannons!"

After a tense moment, the muzzles of the anti-air flak cannons flashed, followed by a thunderous blast that reverberated through the air. At the far side of the ocean, a loud whizzing sound ended with a flying creature being struck and exploding, its carcass scattering across the waves.

On the deck of the ship, a lone Elven man ran urgently through the wits towards another Elven male.

"Your Majesty Acheron, our fleet has suffered enormous casualties," he reported breathlessly.

Acheron, on the other hand, had an immense sour with some parts being distorted on his face.

"Tsk! That Melian brought us to this accursed place! She'd better be dead by now! After all, she was facing the entire force of demons and sea monsters! We've only encountered a fraction of their numbers, and look at the toll it's taken on us!" he retorted.

'If she survived that encounter, then I fortunately had a few magicians place a Sealing crystal with a magic circle underneath her ironclad. The magic circle would automatically gather a massive amount of mana, and once enough is collected, it would activate the sealing crystal and cast a Transcendent Tier spell. By the time she notices, it will be too late. I also had magicians on her ironclad suppress any leaking mana, thus it is immensely concentrated into one area. If ever the magicians that cast the spell died, a time limit would ensue before the mana leaks again,' Acheron thought to himself.

"Even if she notices it, she wouldn't have enough time and there would be no point in running away! As ironclads are terribly slow in maneuvering through the ocean, this means I shall rise as the new monarch! AHAHAHAHAHA!" Acheron exclaimed.

As Acheron laughed, the surrounding Elven men joined in.

"All hail the one true monarch of High Tarxa! Hail!" an aristocrat shouted.

"Hail!" echoed the surrounding Elven men.

After hearing the song of praise towards him, Acheron marched to the front to command the soldiers.

"All of you! Defend your new king to the best of your abilities, even if it means your death!" an Elven aristocrat ordered.

"Aye, aye, commander!" they all simultaneously replied.

Flickers of light surrounded the ship as cannonballs and magical bullets from dozens of muskets filled the sky. The deafening roar of cannons and flak cannons reverberated across the sea. As time passed, the water became littered with the carcasses of demons and sea monsters.