This is a giant ship with five whole layers of cabins, its hull entirely black, glinting with metallic sheen under the blazing sun.
If this kind of ship were placed on Earth, it could be said to be commonplace, not even comparable to civilian ocean salvage vessels.
But this is not Earth; it's a weakly technological alternate world where manufacturing such an enormous metal warship is the reason for Ning Fan's shock.
Furthermore, this warship has no sails nor does it emit smoke from a chimney.
Neither powered by the wind nor by steam from black technology.
The power for the ship's navigation naturally comes from magic.
The warship is heading towards Hill Island; Ning Fan has already seen the ship clearly, even noticing a man waving wildly on the lookout platform.
Ning Fan curled his lips, "Tsk… really pitiful!"
It was only then he realized the ship's surface was pockmarked and scorched black by raging flames.
At the topmost cabin, a large hole had been torn open.
