Ange was somewhat bewildered: "No money needed."
The silk was raised by Ange, the magic patterns were drawn by Ange, and even the scroll's spindles were carved from the branches of the World Tree, no money needed.
Negris coughed up blood, how had this Dead Skull gotten so tough? It truly didn't cost anything, but all the materials, if sold in the market, would fetch sky-high prices.
As Ange's scroll erupted with white light, the luminescence of the six Black Shark airships dimmed, and the arrays inside the cabin let out a puff of black smoke all at once. The Black Shark Pirates were dumbfounded: "It broke so quickly? Hurry, hurry, jump aboard, don't let them all escape."
"Our space lock can withstand thirty teleportations, we should be able to keep at least thirty, it's not a loss, everyone charge."
The Black Shark Pirates each grabbed a strange object resembling a shield and charged into the void, slamming it towards the airships' protective masks.
