Flap, flap, flap—
First, dozens of white seagulls spread their wings and swooped down from the clouds, each clutching a vial in their claws. However, this time Aiven learned from the previous aerial assault on the "Eagle Spirit", instructing the seagulls to peck open the glass bottles mid-air.
In an instant, the light golden liquid turned into a thin mist, gently scattering downwards.
Simultaneously, seagulls skimmed swiftly over the sea surface from both sides of the battleship, and just before reaching the ship's sides, they suddenly ascended, dropping the vials through the open gun ports on the lower deck.
Pop!
The battleship, inside and out, was instantly shrouded in this light golden mist.
Sizzle—
"Aargh—!!!"
As if doused with a splash of concentrated sulfuric acid, a mass of "corpse monsters" on the ship, regardless of whether they still retained any intelligence, couldn't help but let out agonizing wails with their decayed vocal cords.
