"Clang!"
A set of noble tea sets with oriental gold patterns unfortunately became the outlet for Emperor Beckenbauer's rage.
The Siren Queen stood by with a sullen face, her wings tightly wrapped around her slender shoulders, the black beauty mark at the corner of her mouth twitching violently.
The Sea Clan generals and rulers in the giant clam tent all lowered their heads and remained obediently silent like quails.
In the granite-like tense atmosphere, only the three guests from afar maintained some composure and calmness.
"Chief of Staff, speak!" Emperor Seia pointed his trident at an old sea snake with grizzled whiskers: "How do we continue fighting this war? We don't even have a single troop type that can counter the opponent's air force! If this continues, we might as well clean ourselves up and wait to be kicked back into the sea!"
"Your Majesty, I am guilty..." The aged sea snake Chief of Staff quickly bowed and admitted his fault.
