Selma’s diving bell was being hoisted back up at top speed. She looked at her professor’s solemn face, having no idea what she should do. This was the first time she had encountered such a situation.
Professor Manstein’s brows were locked in a deep frown. Even without looking at the radar, he could feel a powerful aura—an oppressive might capable of incinerating everything in its path. The Dragon King had awakened.
Manstein ordered shell after shell fired, sparing no expense. The Bronze City had been buried; they had dug for so long only to unearth the main entrance, meaning the Dragon King had to come out that way. Samson’s aura had grown weak ever since, a sign of reverence for its sovereign. As long as they blasted the creature to death before His Majesty emerged from the Bronze City, they would be safe.
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