In the afternoon, Hans Port was scorching hot. The sun was fiercely blazing, and not a single person wanted to feel such sunlight. But as the roar of propellers grew from a whisper to a deafening sound, the people of Hans Port subconsciously stepped out of their houses, looked up, and gazed at the sky. Several enormous shadows appeared. Oval-shaped bodies, just like fish. In fact, on one side of the oval-shaped heads were painted sharp teeth and fins at the top! The distance is theoretically high. But how can the cannon’s mouth be adjusted? Could someone actually carry such a cannon? There really is someone! Lord Gerard often charges with a cannon in tow. But Lord Gerard is still in a coma. The current Lord Gerard is Lord Jason. The personal manservant thought in despair. Jason and Dennise appeared beside the personal manservant. Dennise’s eyes widened as she gazed at the monster in the sky. She had never seen a ‘fish’ that could fly. There was no shock in her eyes, more of novelty. In Jason’s eyes, though, there was an unmistakable surprise. He had never thought that such things as airships would appear in this alternative world. Then, Jason narrowed his eyes, beginning to contemplate how to deal with the airships before him. Jason was very clear, regardless of how ‘Aymodun the Third’ had managed to create such things, if he didn’t deal with these airships, what awaited him was the destruction of the entire Hans Port. But at this distance… If the UZ and Mark M1 hadn’t dropped in power, this distance could be worth a shot. But the UZ and Mark M1, with their power reduced by 60%, were helpless against such a distance. The long-range attack of the [Charles Burning Technique]? The fireball attack from [Flame Transformation] indeed is a long-range attack, but the shooting speed and distance are related to one’s own strength. Jason possessed strength twice that of a regular person. But he did not believe that the strength of a regular person doubled could shoot a fireball to a height of 500 meters. Jason’s brain was rapidly spinning. A hearty laugh came from the largest airship in the sky. It was ‘Aymodun the Third’. At this moment, he stood in a room under the airship, in front of a loudspeaker. His eyes overlooked the entire Hans Port. In his gaze was an indescribable pride. He had waited for this moment for too long. So long that he had almost ‘forgotten himself’. Leaning forward slightly, ‘Aymodun the Third”s face almost pressed against the loudspeaker as he took a breath and bellowed with the loudest voice— “‘Golden Griffon,’ Gerard!” “I, Dilcos, am back!” “I’ve come back with my flute from hell!” “You didn’t expect that, did you?” “This poor guy, whom you and ‘Aymodun the Third’ fooled completely, was able to climb back from hell.” “Moreover, I’ve brought ‘harvest’ beyond your wildest imagination!” “I’m going to show you my success!” There was no need to hide anymore. The ‘Pied Piper’ revealed his identity. The emerald flute appeared in his hands, the face that belonged to ‘Aymodun’ the Third was fleeting, leaving only a narrow face, snake-like in feature. The people around were oblivious to this scene. Or more accurately, they had long been controlled. The ‘Pied Piper’ was adept at control. Controlling these people was scarcely more difficult than beguiling ‘Aymodun the Third’. Dilcos’s mouth split into a grin, his slender tongue flicking out. His snake-like eyes searched for his target. He saw Gerard standing on the rooftop. Then, dense malice surfaced on his face. “Gerard, summon your Griffin.” “I give you a chance for a ‘fair fight’!” The master from the once ‘Snake Pit’, also the only master in nearly a hundred years, his voice spread throughout the whole of Hans Port. All eyes at the harbor turned towards Jason.