Amid the friction of gears, the airship’s cannons began to adjust. They all aimed at Dennise. Little Reed turned his head to look at Dennise on the roof. Instantly, his eyes narrowed, thinking Dennise had already entered the ‘shelter’. Those who had not yet entered the shelters subconsciously looked towards Dennise, their eyes filled with astonishment. The plump lady standing on the rooftop roared in anger. “Dilcos, have you no shame!” “You, as the only Master of the century, actually bullying a young girl!” The plump lady was worried about Dennise getting hurt. The spoken word can be fearsome. Even if there is nothing now. But what about after the war is over? Once the happenings here spread. What title would Dennise be given? Neither should be something a young girl like Dennise has to endure. Even now, being stared at by so many people, must be uncomfortable, right? However, when the plump lady looked down, she realized that Dennise had not been affected at all. Facing the numerous gazes with composure. The carefree Dennise didn’t care about the stares of others at all. She stared intently at the largest airship, ridden by the ‘Pied Piper’. In her mind, she recalled the book she had read before, “Legend of the Meteor”. ‘And the meteor shall fall!’ These were the words at the end of the book. At this moment, Dennise let herself believe these words. “The meteor will fall!” The seriousness on her young face made the plump lady feel heartache once again. It also made the ‘Pied Piper’ laugh even more crazily. And it made the onlookers’ gazes turn somewhat strange. Everyone was looking at Dennise. a group of people climbing up the lighthouse of Hans Port. Raymond held a huge firearm, at least two meters long, aiming directly at the sky. He wet his thumb with saliva and raised it high, calculating the wind speed. Making the final adjustments. Eilot, wrapped in a dark robe, ran back and forth on the lighthouse, sketching numerous Dufol Language symbols, while the rest placed precious items salvaged from the seabed at the designated positions Eilot had pointed out. Lederma, the commander of the Legion of the Dead, floated in the sky, tilting his head upward, eyeing those airships, his already chilly aura became even colder with the words of the ‘Pied Piper’. In fact, not just this commander, all the Undead of the Legion were the same. Their chilling presence nearly froze the sea’s surface. Lederma muttered coldly to himself, then turned his head and looked at Eilot. Then, the once covert society leader looked up at the sky and murmured: “Dare to insult Her Majesty the Queen!” “And to bombard Her Majesty the Queen!” “Are you ready to face ‘Heavenly Punishment’?” Having said that, Eilot looked towards the top of the lighthouse. Raymond, who had finished his last adjustment, pulled the trigger. A special bullet spun out of the barrel, hitting the largest airship precisely. The metallic bullet was instantly shattered by the protective barrier. But the mark it left remained on the largest airship. In the instant the mark appeared, Eilot, along with all the living servants of Dennise’s group, began to chant the Dufol Language softly. it suddenly darkened. Then, it returned to normal. As if nothing had happened at all. But everyone instinctively looked up, Seeing fiery red clouds gathering in the sky. These clouds blocked the sunlight. These clouds radiated their own scorching heat. At the very center of the red clouds, it lit up! the moment the red clouds lit up, a meteor was attracted. It veered off its set path. Heading straight for that spot.