In the afternoon, Hanse Harbour is hot.

The sun is so hot that no one wants to feel it.

But as the propeller roared, it turned from weak to strong.

The people of Hans Harbor subconsciously walked out of the door, raised their heads, and looked at the sky.

And then......

Several huge black shadows appeared.

The oval body resembles that of a fish.

In fact, on the oval side of the head, there are sharp teeth painted there, and at the top there is a dorsal fin!

In particular, the cold eyes that came out of the painting made the scorching sun at noon lose its temperature.

Shark!

The fish is familiar to everyone in Hanse Harbour.

But!

They had never seen a shark hundreds or even thousands of meters long!

Not to mention flying in the sky!

Astound!

Fear!

Overwhelmed!

Every seaport populace froze in place.

Including those of the defense forces.

They let the scorching sun shine on them, let the sweat run from their foreheads to their cheeks, and just stared blankly at the huge black shadow above their heads.

The shadows moved slowly.

Gradually, they block out the sun.

A shadow hung over these harbormen.

The soldiers of the defense army subconsciously clenched their swords, and some veterans even raised their powder guns in their hands.

Then, under the watchful eye of the harbor people, several black barrels were aimed at the walls of the harbor and thrown down.

Chirping!

With a high-pitched and piercing sound of breaking through the air.

When the moment it lands—

Rumble!

Rumble! Rumble!

A huge explosion appeared.

The black barrel, which was half a person high, was filled with not only explosives, but also projectiles.

At the moment when the firelight appeared.

Projectile flying.

The harbor guards on the city walls fell directly in pieces.

What's more, a section of the wall collapsed with a thud.

The harbor people watched this scene blankly.

Until now, none of them have reacted.

Until, a groan sounded around the explosion.

Until, more harbor guards appeared.

The harbor people screamed in horror.

"Hidden!"

"All go to the shelter!"

"All go to the shelter!"

Boft shouted loudly.

The sheriff of Hans Harbour rode his horse and galloped through the streets of Hanse Harbour and shouted loudly.

"Everyone!"

"All go to the shelter!"

Behind him, the patrol dispersed into small units and began to evacuate the civilians of the harbor.

There was also a hint of horror on the faces of these patrolmen.

They have never encountered an enemy capable of flying.

Creatures capable of flying, they've seen.

Griffin!

That's the killer weapon of their lord and commander.

Everybody knows.

But even the griffin summoned by their lord, Commander Gerald, was not hundreds of meters long, let alone a thousand meters on it.

Timid, irrepressible appearance.

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They still do what they are told.

Because, they believe in their lords.

They believe in their commanders.

They believed that Gerald would be able to deal with the giant monster in the sky.

It's not just the harbor patrol that believes.

Defence Forces.

Guards.

The civilians of the harbor also believed it.

This frightened them, but they did not rout.

This allowed them to enter the 'sanctuary' in an orderly manner, 111 Delen Street.

Little Lead, with his sword in hand, was already standing on the roof of 111 Delenn Street, and the valet looked up at the enemy above his head, and raised his hand to shoot a shot.

Bang!

A well-developed flintlock pistol, which fired a projectile, exceeded 100 meters.

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The height of the airship is 300 meters.

The one that is the largest is even taller.

Powder gun ......

Useless!

Despair appeared on the face of the valet.

The flintlock pistols he possessed were already among the finest in the harbor.

He can't hit with this gun.

The rest will definitely not be able to hit.

Artillery?

The distance is theoretically high.

But, how to adjust the muzzle.

Will anyone be able to carry such artillery?

Hey!

Really!

Lord Gerald often charged with artillery on his shoulder.

But Master Gerald was still asleep.

The current Lord Gerald is Lord Jason.

Finished.

It's all over.

The valet thought desperately.

Jason and Denise appeared at the side of the valet.

Denise stared at the monster in the sky with wide eyes.

It has never seen a 'fish' capable of flying.

There was no horror in the eyes, more novelty.

There was undisguised surprise in Jason's eyes.

Airship!

He never imagined that there would be such a thing as an airship in this dungeon world.

Then, Jason's eyes narrowed and he began to think about how to deal with the airship in front of him.

Jason was well aware that no matter how 'Emmorton III' had made such a thing, if he didn't deal with these airships, what awaited him would be the destruction of the entire Hans Harbor.

Can such a distance ......

Jason frowned.

If the power of the UZ and the Mark M1 does not decrease, such a distance can be tried.

But the UZ and Mark M1, which have lost 60% in power, are helpless in the face of such a distance.

Charles' Burning Ranged Attack?

The fireball attack of [Flame Change] is indeed a ranged attack, but the rate of fire and distance are related to one's own strength.

Jason has twice as much power as the average person.

But he didn't believe that twice the strength of an ordinary person could shoot a fireball 500 meters high.

What to do?

Jason spun his brain at a rapid pace.

And at this time-

"Hahahaha!"

Hearty laughter came from the largest airship in the sky.

It's 'Emmorton III'.

At this moment, he was standing in the room below the airship, with a megaphone in front of him.

He looked down on the Hanse harbor with his eyes.

The gaze in his eyes was filled with indescribable pride.

He had waited too long for this moment.

For so long, he almost 'forgot about himself'.

And now?

Finally no more.

Leaning forward slightly, 'Emmorton III's face almost pressed against the megaphone, he took a breath and shouted in the loudest voice—

"Gerald!"

"'Golden Griffon', Gerald!"

"I'm back!"

"I'm back!"

"I'm back from hell with my flute!"

"You can't think of it, do you?"

"I'm a poor fellow who has been deceived by you and 'Elmorton III', and I can still crawl back from hell."

"Moreover, it also carries a 'harvest' that you can't even imagine!"

"Here!"

"I'm going to show you my success!"

There was no more cover-up.

There is no need to cover it up.

The Pied Piper revealed his identity.

The emerald green flute appeared in his hand, and the face that belonged to 'Emmorton' III disappeared in a flash, leaving only a long, narrow, snake-like face.

The people around him turned a blind eye to this scene.

Or to be precise, they have long been controlled.

The 'Piper' is good at control.

Controlling these people is not much more difficult than bewitching 'Emmorton III'.

Dirkos cracked his mouth open, and his slender tongue spat out.

His snake-like eyes searched for his target.

Soon,

He found it!

He saw Gerald standing on the roof.

Then, a thick malice appeared on his face.

"Gerald, summon your griffon."

"Come to me."

"I'll give you a chance to 'fight fair'!"

The former master of the 'Snake Cave', and the only one in the last hundred years, heard the sound throughout the Hans harbor.

The harborman's gaze suddenly turned to Jason.

Not one or two.

Yes, all!

Jason, who temporarily replaced Gerald, raised his head and looked at the airship, his brows furrowed slightly.

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What to do?