As Duke and his Heroes rushed through the underground passages of the Temple of Angela, the Floating Fortress Naxxramas was still on a Level 1 Readiness Alert.

"Puff Puff ......"

In the enemy-seeking department of the fortress, the sonar soldiers immediately monitored this strange sound. This elf girl with long ears was slightly stunned, this is definitely not the sound of the sea. The nearest lake or ocean is thousands of miles away.

She subconsciously adjusts the magic mirror to find the source of the sound, and soon she sees an unexpected scene.

It was as if it was happening right in front of her, a strange circle of black ripples rippling in the morning light, which was incompatible with the golden light brought by the rising sun.

"Three thousand yards north-northeast, enemy attack—"

The elf girl's sharp shout seemed to wake up the entire fortress.

Brian Copperbeard, who was in charge of the fortress, was the first to react, and he immediately shouted into the microphone used for magic transmission, "Storm Rock get out now!"

USS Storm Rock, the Alliance's newest ever flying cruiser.

Thanks to the production mode of the assembly line, the flying battleships of Ironforge now leave the factory at an average rate of one every three months.

The dwarves and gnome craftsmen of Ironforge work day and night in three shifts. The three docks standing high on the mountain, made of steel directly melted from the furnace of the Iron Fort and decked with the hardest century-old trees of Lockmodan, wrapped in steel and loaded with standardized cannons, each dock could make a battleship in nine months.

Unlike the well-built battleships Sky Breaker and Black Pearl, the Alliance also required a large number of medium and light warships as frigates for the needs of the war.

The cruisers, whose full name is the Cleveland class, or 'Keddy class', which mainly enhances anti-aircraft firepower, are the product of this demand.

No one knew that Duke, the founder of the mechanized air force of the Mao Alliance, was going to be named after him, and he had the momentum of rolling on the ground if he didn't agree.

Anyway, who can argue with Duke about this kind of thing?

On average, two Kedai-class cruisers fly out of the dock each month from the six medium-sized docks.

No one expected that after Duke broke into the Angela Temple with the elite, the first thing to be tested was this cutting-edge cruiser.

It was like a huge drop of water that dripped into a calm, mirror-level lake, starting at one point, spreading in all directions, and quickly spreading over the side of the Storm Rock.

The cruiser, which had two huge propellers as floating power, certainly not propelled by backward steam. Steam doesn't have that much power to carry this 'light cruiser' of more than 10,000 tons.

Using the power core of the latest Elemental Furnace, it can produce 100,000 horsepower.

But for a 10,000-ton ship, 100,000 horsepower is still not enough to generate enough instantaneous kinetic energy to get it out of this doom.

In the main control room of the fortress, looking at this almost static picture, Brian blushed.

The moment he saw this huge spatial fluctuation, he sniffed out the aura of power that had appeared in Cthun's body before, only it was more majestic and more difficult to match.

It is the power of God, a terrifying force that is above the mortal world and coexists with the planet.

The captain of the Storm Rock, Favaro Stormfist, is the most qualified steam tank commander. Almost as soon as the fortress sounded the alarm, he opened his magic shield.

However, when a huge tentacle up to 100 meters long emerged from the spatial ripples and rolled towards the Storm Rock, all dodging and resistance were declared ineffective.

Everywhere the tentacles went, the threads of the laws of the elemental construction disintegrated.

Brian watched almost as his old men's ship was easily wrenched into slag like a dog whose neck and skeleton had been broken by a python.

Time seemed to slow down, and every piece of debris swirled in the air.

A polished barrel.

Half of the deck still smells like it's fresh paint.

Wailing, still dancing, but quickly falling short and fat humanoid......

When all of this came into view, Brian found that his heart was pierced deeply.

The northeast corner of Naxxramas suddenly lit up, and it was the light of a wind and thunder.

Aurelia and Wenresa, who were left behind for some reason, bent their bows and arrows on a platform. The atmosphere was stirring, and large clouds instantly gathered in the sky above them.

Half a second later, lightning and thunder roared, and the rumble of thunderbolts resounded throughout the northeast corner of the fortress.

Soon, the accumulation was completed, and with the blessing of the wind and thunder, two rays of lightning spiraled in the air, crossing the void of three thousand yards with great force.

Hit the raging giant tentacle.

However......

Useless!

While it was true that the combined blows of the Windranger sisters had caused terrible damage to the tentacles, the large hole that could fit a carriage through it looked truly terrifying.

But it didn't take more than five seconds, and in a fierce wriggling, everyone on the fortress and the surrounding flying battleships who were paying attention to this scene noticed that this terrible tentacle had actually begun to heal on its own.

Varok's mouth chattered, and his arm holding the axe trembled a little: "Sure enough...... Isn't it worthy of the gods of the ancients?"

At this moment, time seemed to stand still even further, and the hourglass, which was used to calculate time, and the ancient mechanical clock, all failed.

"It's ......," the Windranger sisters' eyes widened.

The most eye-catching of them noticed that the sand and dust drifting in the sky began to gather in a strange way.

A power they had truly seen, evoking memories that would last a long time.

It was in Lordaeron, when King Terenus was still alive......

A huge dragon claw made of sand and stone appeared out of thin air, grabbing the thriving tentacle with a fierce claw.

Everyone who witnessed this scene was filled with shock in their hearts.

The power of a true god can only be easily suppressed by the existential power that has also stepped into the divine realm.

Barely giving the onlookers time to think, there was a loud "boom", and the huge tentacles had quickly withered, turned into large chunks of broken stones, and fell heavily from a height of thousands of meters.

Huge rocks fell on the soft desert surface, and the impact of hundreds of tons of debris combined with gravitational acceleration directly sent out a huge roar like artillery bombardment.

There was no cannon fire, but it sounded like Naxxramas had set off another rain of artillery.

In mid-air, the huge dragon claws continued to tear, tearing large sections of tentacles out of the void.

This time it didn't seem to have time to petrify, the broken tentacles made a cracking sound, and then black blood gushed out.

An inhuman scream of terror followed, echoing over the entire Silisus.