At the back of the fleet, in a four masted sailing boat with two decks, a line of creatures in silver armor were lining up neatly on the deck. Their white wings were quietly folded behind them, indifferent, and they didn't seem to care about their own situation.

on the tall tower, the three angels looked at the battlefield in front of them, but their faces were different.

"it's useless. We've raised this bunch of rubbish for nothing. We can't do anything. We've done so many naval training before, but we can't use it at all here." 'I wish I could fly over and kick those stupid creatures off the...