Published at 1st of May 2026 6:53 am

Chapter 1708 First Wave

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Prince Liam Haynam stood at the bow of his warship, gazing into the distance with a cold look on his face.

As he watched the Amberfall ships sail out of the harbor's mouth, he couldn't help but sneer. "Looks like they're going all out."

The Magi around him nodded, snickering. A particular Magi, Liam's attendant, voiced out his concern, "We must be prudent with our approach, your highness."

Liam's eyes narrowed. He turned to his attendant and asked in an icy voice, "What do you mean to say, Rio?"

"It's just that..." Rio thought of the right words to say. "On the surface, it may appear that they're desperate, but we can't ignore the possibility that this is all coordinated."

Everyone at the bow turned to him. Some displayed thoughtful expressions, while others simply sneered.

"Go on," Liam said in a low voice.

"Amberfall should have only had one Mana Core Magus," Rio continued.

"They shouldn't have had enough time to even prepare. But to think they'd immediately send five Mana Core Magi right off the bat. And what's more... we still haven't seen Maximilian Fireborne take to the battlefield. I believe they're plotting something."

"What's there to even plot?" A Magus standing nearby couldn't help but sneer. "Look at our numbers, and look at theirs. They've sent sixty warships to meet our two hundred. Appear to be desperate? They are desperate."

"Indeed." Another Magus nodded in agreement. "I believe that even using our contingent army would be unnecessary."

When the man spoke of the contingent army, everyone's expression subtly shifted. They were bathed in renewed confidence.

"You worry too much, Rio." Prince Liam patted his attendant's shoulder, chuckling. "It would seem old age is getting to you."

A round of laughter echoed across the bow. Rio didn't speak further on the matter. He bowed and nodded. "Perhaps, your highness. Please forgive me."

"Not at all." Prince Liam smiled. "I value your advice, Rion."

He then turned toward the distant city and added, his voice cold as ice, "Now sit back and enjoy as I burn this city to the ground."

The last of the ships finally emerged from the harbor's mouth of Amberfall. As they approached the enemy, they spread out in a line as they attempted to surround the incoming enemy fleet.

But the scene of just sixty ships trying to encircle over two hundred ships was as much comical as it was futile.

Sixty ships lined up in two rows, facing the enemy head-on. The formation was tight, leaving no gaps between them. Across the water, the opposing fleet shifted as the front line of warships moved into position, turning their hulls and adjusting their angles for battle.

The distance closed quickly, and then... the first cannons were fired.

The sound rolled across the sea as both sides opened fire almost at the same time. Cannonballs tore through wood and iron, sending splinters flying. Masts cracked, decks shattered, and men were thrown aside before they even understood what hit them. The first casualties came within moments.

But the Amberfall fleet did not slow down. It let out war cries and moved forward as if they were possessed. Some were pushed by their need to protect their loved ones back at home, while others moved because of the promise of riches and glory.

They all kept moving forward nevertheless, holding formation, pushing straight into the enemy lines as if death did not matter. More cannons followed, louder and closer. Spells flashed across the battlefield, crashing into hulls and bursting shields apart. The air was filled with smoke, fire, and noise.

And then, the Haynam fleet closed in. From both sides, warships moved to surround them. Lines broke apart as the larger force curved inward, cutting off escape and tightening the gap.

Under the constant thunder of cannons and spells, the Amberfall ships were swallowed, surrounded on all sides by a fleet more than three times their size. Prince Liam gazed at the enemy ships, his eyes blazing with triumph and cold killing intent. He raised his hand and then brought it down, giving his men the order to decimate the enemy.

"Finish them."

The Haynam Fleet opened fire without pause, overwhelming the Amberfall's ships from all sides. Cannons roared and spells struck in quick succession, tearing through hulls and decks.

Within minutes, the formation collapsed. Ships broke apart or sank, and the sea was left covered in wreckage and floating bodies.

Black smoke rose into the sky, and the stench of ash and blood drifted in the air as Prince Liam gazed at the aftermath. He had a dark look on his face as he recalled the zeal and fervor with which the enemy had tried to attack them.

Despite knowing death would be a foregone conclusion, these men of Amberfall marched forward anyway. It truly looked as if they were possessed. But Liam did not attribute their actions to magic. He believed they were simply desperate to protect their home and their loved ones.

But still, fighting men who were willing to gladly die for their cause came at a great cost. He turned to Rio and asked in a solemn voice, "How many ships did

we lose?"

Rio had an utterly grim look on his face as he murmured, "Thirty, your highness." He gulped involuntarily. "We lost almost thirty ships."

Prince Liam inhaled deeply, his fists clenching and unclenching several times. He didn't think he'd lose this many warships in just the first wave of attack. But given how violent Amberfall's attack was, and the fact that it was no different from a sacrificial strike, he believed the numbers made sense.

"No matter," he muttered coldly and walked toward the bow. "We still have enough ships and men to bring the city down."

The remaining hundred and seventy or so ships shifted formation and turned toward Amberfall's port. Despite the loss of thirty ships, the men's morale had only grown stronger, their resolve hardening as they advanced.

Back at the harbor, the remaining soldiers of Amberfall had witnessed the destruction of their fleet with intense trepidation. And now that they saw the enemy advancing toward them, their fear only grew.

"Fear not!"

Kasper's thunderous roar, enhanced by the Grade 4 Artifact, swept across the

port.

Prince Marlow, standing at the center of the U-shaped port, raised his sword

once again and gave out another command.

"Prepare for the second wave!"

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