Central Civil Year of 1639, May 22nd Western Sea of the Mu continent, 44th fleet of the Leiforian Empire

At the far west of the planet, a confrontation was unfolding. One of the main fleets of the Leiforian Empire was heading west with the objective of attacking a newly formed barbaric country called Grand Valkas, or self-proclaimed Eighth Empire. They had attacked and conquered the neighboring kingdoms of Paganda and Inertia, both protected by their own country. This act was seen as a declaration of war, with this fleet sent to punish them, composed of 1 dragon mother, 30 class 100 line ships and 10 class 150 line ships.

"Admiral, we just received a message from the captain of the Wyvern Knights, Washin. They have located an enemy ship 40km away, but..."

The messenger seemed incredulous with the information he received.

"Just say it."

"T-the ship is over 250m long and has huge cannons."

"What the hell kind of ship is that!?" Admiral Morgon couldn't believe what he was hearing, not even the flagship of Mu, the La Kasami, had such colossal dimensions.

"Send all the wyverns, we must stay at a minimum distance of 30km, otherwise we will be within range of their weapons." Morgon studied at a naval academy in Mu, so he knew that huge cannons had a single purpose, to hit the enemy at a very long distance without being hit.

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14th Airborne Squadron of Leiforia.

The leader of the 14th squadron, Captain Washin, was flying with his subordinates about 15km away from their target, the colossal battleship of the Eighth Empire. As soon as the rest of the wyvern lords arrived, they would launch the attack.

"Where the hell are they?" Washin became more anxious as time passed. It had been about 10 minutes since the message was sent and the reinforcements hadn't arrived yet.

"The cavalry has just arrived!" A voice announced on the manacom.

"It's about time, you idiot Albion." Washin joked with his friend, Captain Albion.

"It's not my fault, it was Galand who delayed us."

"Hey! Don't blame me, I was taking care of business."

"Can the children stop arguing on the manacom and take this seriously?" Drarius cut off the discussion. He was the oldest and strictest in military discipline.

The captains stopped joking and took the situation seriously. They analyzed the ship they would attack.

"It's really huge! How are we going to sink it?" Albion asked, and everyone had the same question.

"First, we must disable the main guns. There are about 3 cannons divided into 3 towers, two in front and one in the back," Washin reported the target's configuration.

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"Then will it be one squadron per tower?"

"No, one of us must lead the men to attack the command room." He replied to Galand.

"Very well, Galand, Albion, and I will aim for the towers. Washin will attack the command room." It was a wise decision, the towers were easy to locate, unlike the command room, and the only one who got closer was Washin.

The captains decided how they would carry out the attack and ordered their squadrons to follow them. They joined in a large formation and headed towards the enemy.

When they crossed the 8km mark, suddenly a small black cloud appeared in front of the wyvern squadron. Those who were too close simply plummeted from the sky.

"Disperse!" shouted Drarius in response to the anti-aircraft fire.

Each wyvern rider took a different direction to avoid the shrapnel clouds. But to the terror of everyone, a storm hit them. Hundreds of clouds generated by the anti-aircraft ammunition enveloped them like a hurricane. There was no direction to escape that would leave them free from death. Even those who were not directly hit had injuries all over their bodies. Some wyverns could no longer fly due to having their wings pierced. About 26 riders fell in 2 minutes.

"We are being decimated! We have to do something," Albion shouted desperately on the manacom.

"We will advance to attack!" said Drarius.

"Are you crazy, Drarius? The closer we get, the more accurate the weapons will be!"

Galand and Washin took direct hits from 88mm anti-aircraft fire. The black cloud that formed was mixed with the remains of the disfigured bodies.

"Washin, Galand! Sons of bitches, I'll kill all of you!" Albion was consumed with hate seeing his brothers in arms fall dead.

Drarius led the survivors to carry out the attack at any cost. Of the initially surviving 14, only 8 were able to approach within 5 kilometers of the ship. To their misfortune, the power of the anti-aircraft defense increased, with 25mm and 50mm cannons coming into action.

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44th Fleet of Leiforia.

Five minutes ago, they lost communication with the wyvern force; all of them were considered lost.

"What do we do now, Admiral Morgon?" someone asked.

Morgon found himself at a crossroads between facing the floating monstrosity or the dishonor of cowardice.

"Full speed ahead! We will take advantage of our greater agility to attack." That was it, he would rather die than be labeled a coward.

The admiral's plan was to take advantage of the greater speed and maneuverability of the Leiforian ships to approach from both sides. This would force them to target the main towers at different targets at the same time.

What Morgon did not know was that his maximum speed of 12 knots, achieved through a tool called Tear of God of the Wind, did not come close to the 27 knots of the Grade Alastor.

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Bridge of the Grade Alastor

Admiral Caesar Roland directed the battle from the heavily armored bridge of the Grade Alastor. This battleship was the flagship of the Great Valkas Empire, an island nation located to the west that was recently transferred to this world. His country tried to form relationships with neighboring countries after the transfer, only to be met with hostility. In the kingdoms of Paganda and Inertia, a diplomat and member of the royal family was brutally murdered after a heated discussion. This act led them to declare war.

"Admiral Ceasar, the enemy fleet is moving towards us, should we open fire?" A sailor in charge of controlling the cannons asked.

"Let's approach them, I want to show the difference between these barbarians and us of the Eighth Empire."

The two forces met in battle. It took about 25 minutes for them to be within less than 5 km range of each other. In fact, the 460mm cannons of the Grade Alastor were very similar to those of the IJN Yamato, with a range of 40 km.

The Leiforian force split into two, circling the battleship, which intentionally did nothing. The outdated cannons of the 18th century line ships were ready to fire.

The weapons opened fire on the side of the ship. The smoke generated by black powder blocked the view of anyone looking. When the shots stopped, horror fell upon the Leiforian sailors. There was no damage. The iron balls used as ammunition, combined with the low-speed cannons, were not strong enough to even scratch the paint.

The main cannons started to rotate, with the two in the front aiming at those on the port side and the rear one at starboard. The aim was adjusted, and the whole sea trembled as nine flashes could be seen from a great distance. HE ammunition the size of a car and weighing over a ton flew at high speed, and the fuse exploded upon impact on the ships.

To a modern-era spectator, this would be a highly uneven battle, with one side having total domination over the battle at all times.

It took only four salvos for there to be nothing but debris in the seas. The magical armor of the ships couldn't protect them.

"All targets eliminated!"

Caesar was still not satisfied, he wanted to cause more damage to the Leiforian Empire.

"If I'm not mistaken, the capital of this country is a coastal city, isn't it?"

"Yes sir, it's located 300km to the east."

Caesar gave a smile, thinking about the blow this would be.

"Full speed ahead, we're going to attack the Leiforian capital."

Two days later, the citizens of the Leiforian Empire's capital, Leiforia, could see from the port a battleship relentlessly bombarding the city, with the royal palace being demolished by the shells and the royal family dying in the process. The Grã Valkas sent a small force to take control of the country. The task was easy, with the resistance being scattered and ineffective.