BOOM!
The thunderous explosion of a 32-pound Carronade, equivalent to the main cannon of a Second-class Battleship, also spewed angry flames at the same time.
A Scatter Bomb canister, packed with a full 500 small iron balls, burst in mid-air, the powerful kinetic energy transforming them into a deadly metal storm.
Within a hundred meters, at such close-range bombardment, accuracy was a non-issue; they could sweep away everything even with their eyes closed.
And the first to suffer were the six whale lice in the air, much slower than typical cannonballs.
Most were torn to pieces in mid-air, their blue luminescent body fluids flickering, raining down into the sea like trash.
Only one fortuitously avoided the fierce metal storm, making a PLOP as it landed on the deck of the *Golden Deer*.
It happened to land right at Byron's feet.
SQUEAK—!
Accompanied by a piercing screech, it sprang into the air, its twelve hook-like limbs flaring out, about to engulf Byron's face.
