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The Imperial Guard acted swiftly before Chirsage and Tarachin could even begin their advance.

One after another, Stormhawks streaked across the sky like lightning, heading straight into the depths of Ursus territory.

They make no attempt to conceal their movements, as if announcing to their enemies the impending destruction and judgment.

Ursus's army quickly became aware of these storm hawks that were approaching aggressively and making no attempt to conceal themselves.

The soldiers hurriedly raised their crossbows and the few muskets they had, and fired desperately at the enormous creature in the sky.

However, these attacks were like scratching an itch through a boot for Stormhawk, which was protected by four layers of Void Shield. They could not cause any real damage at all, not to mention that they could hardly hit it.

Those Ursus troops not targeted by Stormhawks could only watch helplessly as these golden aerial titans swept overhead.

The Stormhawks' attention was entirely focused on finding Ursus's high-speed landship fleet, as this was the key to their mission.

Even Ursus's most fortified city was helpless against such a powerful Stormhawk.

These golden eagles soared freely over the city as if it were uninhabited.

They were hunting down Ursus landships across Ursus territory, each one like a vulnerable lamb before the Stormhawks, utterly powerless.

A single member of the Imperial Guard could paralyze an entire land-based fleet. The only factor that could limit the Imperial Guard from destroying the entire fleet was probably time.

The Originium cannons equipped by the Ursus army were far from powerful enough to penetrate the Skyhawk-type Radiant Gold powered armor of the Imperial Guard.

Conversely, the power halberds wielded by the Imperial Guards could easily tear through the thick armor of warships and shatter them with a single blow.

"Hurry! Hurry!" An Ursus captain stood on the command platform, his face filled with terror as he watched the Imperial Guard soldiers rushing towards him, shouting at the top of his lungs.

But it was all too late. The Imperial Guard, like a golden lightning bolt, leaped onto the deck of the warship in an instant.

In the past, if anyone dared to claim that someone could catch up with a high-speed landship traveling at full speed, they would have been mercilessly ridiculed and scorned.

However, today, this unbelievable thing actually happened before his eyes—he actually encountered a terrifying monster that could successfully catch up with a high-speed landship using only its two legs!

Before that group of warriors gleaming with dazzling golden light, even Wendigo, the tallest and most imposing warrior from the Ursus Empire, appeared so small and insignificant.

Good heavens! Why was he so unlucky to run into such a terrifying monster?

The terrified captain of the land-based ship fled frantically toward the bridge like a startled bird, hoping to hide in the ship's intricate pipes and escape the Imperial Guard's inhumane slaughter.

Unfortunately, fate seemed to be playing a cruel joke on this poor man.

As he frantically ran to a corner, what came into view was a bloody path paved with dripping blood and shattered corpses, and in that blood-stained place stood a golden giant whose body was not stained with blood!

"Wait! Please... I can..." the captain cried out hoarsely, making a last-ditch effort.

However, a dazzling blue light suddenly flashed, mercilessly cutting off his unfinished words.

In an instant, he felt his vision begin to sink uncontrollably until he finally saw the empty, deserted passage and his own body, which had collapsed to the ground.

When they encountered the Argus Terminator, the land-based fleet, already in dire straits, felt even more desperate.

The giant clad in golden armor would appear like a ghost on any of the land-based ships in the fleet whenever his body flashed with a dazzling blue light.

Faced with this terrifying and elusive enemy, the fleet commander had long lost his usual composure and authority. He desperately yelled at the top of his lungs, "Quickly create distance! His spatial Originium spells must have a distance limit!"

However, it was no easy task to quickly adjust the entire fleet's formation and increase the distance between it and the enemy in such a short period of time.

Despite the crew's best efforts in operating the warship, several landships unfortunately became casualties, successfully boarded by the golden-armored giant.

Finally, after paying a heavy price, the figure of the Aglios Guard reappeared, this time landing steadily on the wide deck of a landship.

"Fire! Take him out immediately!" With the enemy within reach, the fleet commander could no longer contain his fear and anger. He jumped up from his seat and frantically issued the attack order.

At the same time, the highly tense Ursus gunners did not hesitate at all. They aimed their cannons at the target as quickly as possible and fired without hesitation.

In an instant, several high-speed land-based warships simultaneously opened fire on the warship that had been boarded by the Imperial Guards. Countless shells rained down, and a huge explosion resounded through the sky.

In an instant, flames soared into the sky, and smoke filled the air. The area where the Aglios Imperial Guard was located was instantly engulfed by billowing smoke and dust.

"Great!" Looking at the scene before him, the commander was so excited that he almost cheered.

Just now, he witnessed a powerful cannonball strike the golden-armored giant directly.

It's important to know that the main guns equipped on these land-based ships possess extremely powerful destructive capabilities; even a powerful pure-blooded Wendigo would not be able to withstand such a direct hit.

As the smoke cleared, the golden figure appeared before the Ursus soldiers, its armor completely undamaged.

"May the late Emperor rest in peace..."

Words have become powerless; the Ursus fleet has lost the courage to launch a second salvo.

A dazzling blue light flashed, and the Aglios Terminator appeared before the commander.

Bad news kept coming: the border legions of Ursus and Lungmen had been completely wiped out, and the last messages sent were either screams of madness or screams of being slaughtered.

The only reliable source was a report from a border general: "The enemy is a demon from hell."

"Lungmen has been corrupted by demons!?" Fyodor reviewed the reports one by one and came to a seemingly impossible conclusion. "Who exactly are we fighting!?"

"The Seventh Fleet has lost contact; the last report mentioned a golden-armored giant." Witt, with thick dark circles under his eyes, approached the throne. "Should we recall the Fourth Army?"

“Even if Ursus falls, we can’t mobilize them, let alone me.” Fyodor put down the documents and leaned wearily against the throne. “Could Ursus really fall this time? Will it crumble in my hands?”

“Your Majesty, according to the intelligence from the Imperial Guard,” Witt said after a moment of thought, “it seems that Lungmen really can destroy Ursus.”