Psionic Wave Cannons

It’s been a few while since I didn’t talk like this…

Sigh…

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Marco had the air of trouble happening outside of the lighthouse. He decided to use his newly learnt Gun Skill to provide support from the distance. He went a bit panicked as he spotted Scias battling a battered swordsman that had his sword lit up in flames. Marco perfectly aimed within seconds and thus a bullet was launched and accurately headshot the swordsman. He didn’t wait any seconds and unleashed the second bullet and headshot him once more.

Scias was surprised at the shuttering sound from afar. He quickly took a glance to notice that Marco was already on the top with his two guns aimed perfectly.

Fergus, on the other hand was knocked out with two bullet holes on his head.

“M-Marco!” Scias shouted. “Don’t worry, mate! I’ve done it. I got the thingies up and working!” spoke Marco loudly as he waved from the distance. Scias had an empty head for a moment thinking of what Marco meant by ‘thingies’ only to finally made a flicker that it was supposed to be Marco’s mission of dealing the stuff at the lighthouse.

Meanwhile at the Areda Tower…

Sir Barts is at a control room, commanding the defensive turrets that filled the island. Suddenly, one of his subordinates stood up from her seat, trembling as she tried to tell something important.

"Sir... Sir Barts...! Areda Cannons... All Areda Cannons are online!"

“The Areda Cannons?!” said Sir Barts as he felt shocked. Sir Barts couldn’t believe it, he proposes her to repeat once more.

"All Areda Cannons Have Been Activated and Ready Sir!" so said his subordinate working on the control panel.

Sir Barts sighs in relief. He nearly dropped himself on the floor. The Areda Cannons were the strongest and last resort defensive turrets that have absolute firepower to flush out any attackers. Activating them was a near-impossible wish, as the reactors that connected to them all can only be activated by an Istinggar clan. However, that impossibility got diminished as Marco was here at this island.

"H-He... he did it...!" He clenched his metal-gauntlets. “Good work… Marco-boy… now leave the rest to us,” he said boldly. Sir Barts now must take care of the rest and destroy the invaders!

"All cannon operators, battle station! Battle station! Deploy ALL cannons and aim for those goddamn invaders!" so he commands.

Meanwhile, in the seaside port...

Scias and other mercenaries are struggling against the non-stop attacks from the mage forces. But they didn't back down at all, Aredanian soldiers led by the knight captain has arrived to bolster their foothold. They are the best of the best knights in the island!

"Sir Scias, fellow Mercenaries! We shall provide a massive support!" said the captain as he arrived with his army.

"Aye, aye, Sir old metalman! We're having fun here, too!" One of the mercenary stated as he clashed with five mages at once.

That morning chaos has turned into the Aredanians’ favor. The Fortis army is now on the heap of destruction. Marco who was on the top of the tower watched the battlefield. He knew the battle will won.

…but, as the fight continues, Marco suddenly hears a barrage of cannons fired from the distance. It’s from the rest of the Fortis’ navy. They’re launching everything they had at the island. And to make matters worse, they seem to ignore their own forces that was in the island!

“Holy blue blazes!” said Marco in distress. Is there anything he can do to stop the shelling?

…No. There’s no stopping them. He doesn’t have some sort of deus ex-machina to pull in this situation. If there’s a barrier, that’d be Aily, but she’s not here!

Within the last second, he shouted out loud to everyone to quickly take shelter before the cannonballs collide with the ground. Will they make it? It’s only a few seconds before the cannons explode!

Everyone tried to escape, even though their attempt was actually useless.

In the very last second, a rapid fire of purplish wave energy was unleashed into the sky, destroying the incoming rain of fire one by one, making a blusterous chain of explosion in midair. The wave energy came from the Areda Cannons.

The ships fired again however, their cannonballs were blown off by the wave of energy that rapidly fired at them. It is a relentless battle between island defenses and the navy’s barrage.

Everyone was captivated. Soldiers, knights and mercenaries alike, they watched the big defense structure protected them from the rain of fire.

After several minutes, a line of defensive structures raised from the underground. They’re all lined up across the coastline. They heighted as high as a two story building. They have a large cannon barrel instilled on them.

They are the Psionic Wave Cannons.

Controlled from the Areda Tower, they’re poised to annihilate the invaders. Without any further ado, Sir Barts commanded a full strike onto the invaders.

A cacophony of magical wave cannons were heard, the sound of them made a rhythm.

Shortly, psionic waves are seen hovering through the waters in the speed of light, causing severe waves as it penetrates the water into the Fortis’ flagship.

*BOOOOOM*

The flagship got shattered in half, leaving a huge explosion from the inside.

"W-What the..." Prince Dictum nearly lost his consciousness aboard his halved ship. He witnessed his ship has turned into two parts and is sinking into the ocean floor.

“What is… happening?!” he wondered roughly. He was too focused on firing his ship cannons lately, until a sudden shockwave blasted his ship out of nowhere. He then took his sights to the beach. He saw a large dome that has a large barrel sticking out of it.

“What the hell… is that…?!” he shouted. He crouches onto a wooden box. He saw many of his men are falling into the cold waters. “This is unacceptable…!” he gashed his teeth.

Suddenly, a series of explosion happened. Dictum quickly veered his eyes onto the east.

On the far side to the east, all ships belonging to the mage forces have been mauled down by the Areda Cannons. “This can’t be happening…! My future, my future land!” he shrieked.

"These... are the almighty creations of our first lord, Areda Istinggar! The cannons will remain active as long as his generation continues on living, that is, The Istinggars!" Sir Barts said proudly.

"This... is the true might of the Istinggar Bloodline!!!" he added prouder than ever.

Series of psionic waves shattering other ships around Dictum's sinking ship, destroying his vessel one-by-one, killing his men, killing his underlings, all of his troops. Nothing was left off.

Prince Dictum nearly went crazy. He drew out his long sword and tries to turn the table. “I AM DICTUM! The great prince of Fortis! I… SHALL NOT BE DEFEATED HERE!” he shouted.

Eight Cannons, all directly aimed at Dictum's flagship, whose ship was the biggest target to be fired at.

*ZZZWWWOOOOOOOOOONNN*

All of them fired in the same time. But Dictum’s sword was lighting up in bright green, his last resort breaks off the incoming attack!

“Sword Art – Blades of Death!”

He swung his sword ten times in a row within seconds before the wave energy hit his sinking ship. The slash was projected into a giant purple slash and shatters the incoming psionic waves. The slash zooms in faster than anyone can imagine and was aimed towards the Areda Cannons.

One of the Areda Cannons were torn down to pieces and exploded violently. But… that’s all there is to his attack. There are a staggering fifty cannons lined up on the coastline. Destroying one won’t affect the actual output of the island’s power.

“Fire!” Sir Barts commanded one more time. And so the cannons aimed for the flagship and fired its psionic waves almost simultaneously, shattering the ship like it was a pile of sand being blown away by wind, followed by large explosions over and over, while sea waves hammered down every destroyed part that plunges into the water.

Prince Dictum can be heard laughing maniacally in his last moments. But alas… he has sunk along with his flagship.

In the heave of sunrise… the entire Fortis Armada... has been vanquished.

Prince Dictum has been slain.

The battle is won!