The massive London lay moored on the open ground inside the mountain, yet still looked rather cramped.
Colonel Brown was the first to walk out of the hatch; at once, the Wolf Race soldiers who had long been standing by raised their motley assortment of guns and surrounded him.
Colonel Brown pointed up above with a wry smile. "Gentlemen, there's really no need to be this nervous."
Overhead, the Demon Dragon still watched them with its pair of golden eyes; under those broad wings, one floating airship after another had no choice but to seek out open ground on their own to land.
Just now, a few airships had refused to surrender and tried to flee during descent; they were directly turned into torches by Dragon Flame. With that object lesson before them, no one dared harbor any other thoughts.
Centurion Leon gave a cold snort and ordered, "Spread out and leave a clear patch for our guests. Colonel, are you the captain of this big ship?"
Colonel Brown nodded. "That's right."
