Where did all these things come from?!
Like a ragdoll that fell into a garlic crusher, chased and bombarded by three hundred large-caliber cannons for over half a minute, the dizzy Ophius the Director finally realized what was happening. A pair of white wings suddenly extended from his back, propelling him upwards through the barrage of cannon fire.
However, he had only flown up seven or eight meters when the original canyon and the cannon fire disappeared without a trace. The canyon, which had been several hundred meters deep, was mysteriously replaced by a gigantic dam twenty meters thick, and the direction in which Ophius the Director was awkwardly flying just happened to be a corner of the dam.
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, the unsuspecting Ophius the Director, like a moth to a flame, crashed headlong into the thickest part of the dam, only to be bounced back, seeing stars, and fell straight down onto the deck of a cruise ship.
"Oh my gosh!"
