The purplish-red beams of the magic cannons began to wildly shoot around Buton City, and the soldiers, caught up in the excitement, almost hit Sylvie on the opposite city wall.

Under the hazy night, chaos erupted throughout Buton City.

At this moment, the remaining defensive forces in Buton City began to consciously organize their troops in an attempt to reclaim the city walls.

However, leaderless, they were like a scattered sand, and their attempts were repeatedly repelled by the militia under Sylvie's command.