White light, blinding white light instantly swallowed Lemon Fonda.
First came silence then ringing in the ears, everything reduced to a buzzing noise like a pinhead.
Then came chest tightness and nausea, the giant sensation of shock and wave oscillated back and forth, warm liquid flowed from the nostrils.
When Lemon Fonda opened his eyes again, he was surprised to find that the upper edge of the tower shield had a huge gap.
And at the gap, molten iron was flowing.
What is this?
Lemon Fonda blankly raised his head, only to see a group of soldiers from the Holy Alliance, clad in white uniforms, standing on the river bank.
These soldiers, whose attire differed entirely from regular Holy Alliance soldiers, were carrying tubes as thick as logs on their shoulders.
As the soldier pulled the trigger, a short spear, glowing all over with a Mithril sheen and made entirely of iron with tail wings, shot out from the tube towards the dam.
That was from two miles away!
