Jimosen's eyes sparkled with anxiousness as he watched the scene intensively.

He dropped the railings tightly and completely forgot to breathe.

'That's it! Close up on them.

Trap them. Trap them. Trap them!'

Linvor was also going through the same thought process as well.

The duo watched and dared not blink, hoping that Trey would get stopped.

And at first, it seemed to work, as several ships closed in very swiftly.

With the space between them, it was impossible for the Baymardian ship to go through.

Trey circled the water chaotically until he finally saw an opening that was slowly closing up.

He squinted his eyes and smiled broadly before accelerating forward towards just one direction.

Jimosen and Linvor opened their eyes wide in shock as if looking at a mad man.

Was he crazy?

According to their calculations, by the speed they were going, even if they did pass through, they should be such or hit the corner of the dragia ships halfway through.

So wasn't that risky for them to do?

Mad man!

The Primates had finally seen a mad man!

It was just that they were jumping things based on the speed Trey had displayed.

But what if he told them that he hadn't even gone to maximum speed?

Trey grinned before pushing the lever all the way up to Turbo boost.

And just like that, he zoomed out of the spot, creating massive waves, drowning the dragias who were still in the water.

What the hell?

This guy was definitely doing it intentionally.

There they were struggling to get out of the water as fast as they could.

Then all of a sudden, this guy comes along, constantly swirling his ship at that speed, creating waves that keep drowning them down.

They all silently said prayers in their hearts, hoping that their God, Dragmus, would mill this bastard for them.

What a hateful guy.

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~Vrrrmmmmmmmm!!!!!

(°0°)

Watching the Baymardians ship pass through the space, Jimosen and Linvor shoved everyone out of the way to get to the other ship of their ship to see if these bastards would make it.

And by the time they reached the other end, their bodies constantly bubbled in rage.

Of course, all their rage was centred at the small Baymardian ship that had not only successfully gotten out, but was now maneuvering the Formation as if it were a simple maze or labyrinth.

They would sometimes go right, take a left, swirled around and moved in directions that sent them out

What puzzled the Primates the most was how these people knew how to leave the Formation with ease.

What was going on here?

Of course, if they had known that there was such a thing as radars, then they wouldn't have been so puzzled.

Watching these Baymardian bastards escape, Jimosen and Linvor quickly issued out several commands.

"Hurry! Tell the slaves to paddle as fast as they can.

These Baymardians on that ship will no doubt tell their ruler about us.

So we have to at least get there before they are fully prepared."

"Yes! Even though the element of surprise has been destroyed, they still won't have enough time to prepare and launch a full-scale attack against us.

Don't forget! Those who attended the U.N meeting have already left! 

And even though they might send people to protect Baymard, those people haven't arrived yet.

So Baymard is still vulnerable!

Get the slaves to paddle till the drop!

And secure the many barrels of black powder.

Today, we'll deal with these Baymardian scum.

We have the rings.

So victory is upon us!"

Instantly, those who heard the order through the megaphone quickly knelt, made several hand gestures and looked at the rings raised in the air as if receiving divine blessings.

"We live only for Dragmus!"

"We live only for Dragmus!"

"We live only for Dragmus!"

(*^*)

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The Primates closed their eyes and raised their hands as if also receiving heavenly blessings.

Soon, they opened their eyes and smiled cruelly.

"At war, the mind of us, Primates, is the Mind of our most Holy Dragmus.

And right now, he has assured Primate Linvor and I that this battle will end with us being victorious.

We have been assured that no weapon fashioned against us shall win.

We will crush our enemies, just as we have done for centuries and centuries.

We will never lose. Not today, not ever!

As for some of you wanting revenge for the incident just now, fret not.

Dragmus has ensured us Primates that we may torture and do as we like with the enemy.

But in the end, their entire bodies, whether sliced or not, should be burnt up and offered as sacrifices to show our victory and strengthen our faith in Dragmus.

Now! Let's go!

Let's win this battle!"

Listening to the Primates, everyone got up and excitedly cheered.

"Dragmus!"

"Dragmus!"

"Dragmus!"

"Dragmus!"

"_"

Good.

Jimosen and Linvor were fully convinced that this was the will of Dragmus.

When they closed their eyes and asked for guidance, this was the first thing that popped up in their heads.

So this must be his will.

After all, Dragmus had always manifested himself like this, putting ideas in them so far, they had always won.

So their belief in this had continually been strengthened.

Just like that, the fleet of Dragias hurriedly whipped the slaves, forcing them to paddle as hard as they could towards Baymard.

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Landon, who was watching everything, was dumbfounded.

Unless the heavens themselves gave visions, anything any human thinks is his/her own thoughts.

Of course, one could be tempted and swayed.

But really, if a thought pops into someone's head with no one putting ideas in them.

Then that was what the person was feeling and not what the heavens had decreed.

Landon had been thinking about how to find the remaining Dragias still alive.

Who would've known that some of them would deliver themselves to Baymard's arms?

These dragias just said that no weapon fashioned against them would make them lose.

Heh... He'd like to see if it were true or not.

Alright. It was time to end things once and for all.