Gray-black lightning flashed.
Several pirates instantly turned to ash.
A melodious song, tinged with a hint of green, spread out, and everyone immediately felt their bodies filled with strength, their spirits lifted.
The guards who had fallen to the ground got back up, with a few fine needles stuck in their bodies.
A buzzing sound, the aircraft emitted a sputtering noise.
A barrage composed of a dozen aircrafts rained down mercilessly, instantly turning those caught off guard into sieves.
A person dressed in a gray robe waved their hand lightly.
A thin, dark green Shield blocked the front, stopping all the bullets.
The pirates and cultists who had been charging in the front immediately retreated behind the Shield, engaging in a standoff with Alka and the others.
Standing in the main position, Karl looked at Alka's teammates emerging one by one.
In the sky appeared many tiny figures.
The treated guards also stood up, positioning themselves behind Alka.
