"What are they doing?"
Lisa, standing beside Roland, didn't understand naval warfare. Watching the Perth launch a suicide attack, her heart was greatly shaken, and she murmured softly.
Roland didn't look at Lisa nor did he specially explain.
His level of naval warfare was not much better than Lisa's, but he could understand Perth's sacrifice.
He slowly raised his right hand and saluted the sinking Perth and the sacrificed sailors.
"They are using their lives to pave the way to victory."
Even though he had a thorough estimate of the brutality of naval warfare, witnessing the fierce battle still accelerated Roland's heartbeat.
The speed of the shells was extremely fast; he could barely see their rough trajectory.
In the face of large-caliber shells, all beings were equal.
Even a Tier Seven Transcendent could potentially be taken directly by a 32-pound cannon shot—except Sofia.
The Perth tilted severely and gradually sank into the ocean.
