Chapter 167: The Coastal Trap (R-18)
I stared down at the map of the Human Continent. The war room was completely silent.
I placed my heavy brass gauntlet directly over the Eastern Seaboard, my metal fingers covering the territory of the Holy Empire.
"We do not wait for them to reach the capital," I declared, my baritone voice echoing off the stone walls.
"We meet them at the edge of the water. Nyssa."
The Chief Architect stepped forward instantly. Her green tattoos pulsed with bright, kinetic anticipation.
"I want the coastal cliffs entirely fortified," I commanded.
"The Iron Leviathans will bleed their wooden ships in the water. But for the Lightbringer, we need something heavier. Design a railgun. I want an artillery piece so massive and so saturated with Mana Steel that it can shoot a Level 80 core directly out of the sky."
Nyssa let out a breathless, manic laugh. She pushed her thick glasses up the bridge of her nose.
