CHAPTER 283: CHAPTER 281: THE GREAT TSUNAMI!

Since giving that inexplicable provocateur Thomas Gregory a lesson he would "never forget".

Aiven and his "Storm Horn" enjoyed a peaceful routine for half a month, with tranquil and uneventful patrols at sea during this time.

It is said that after Thomas recovered, he did not choose to return home in disgrace but actually took his crew to investigate the so-called traitor.

Although his character wasn’t much, his deep-seated competitiveness was enough to make people take notice. It proves that no matter how privileged one’s background, success is not easily attained.

As for why Ilya’s "Navy New Star" personally provoked him, Aiven, with the help of Solomon’s intelligence, managed to uncover the reason.

Indeed, there is no love or hatred without reason!

Ultimately, it all traced back to the overwhelmingly powerful Earl Wright of Ilya.

Instantly.

Any guilt Aiven felt for giving the man psychological trauma, possibly cutting off his path to becoming a "Great Knight", disappeared without a trace.

Against destined enemies, the crueler the methods, the better. The fact that Thomas, after narrowly escaping with his life, likely has no idea what price he paid delights Aiven inwardly.

But what happens to Thomas later has nothing to do with Aiven.

However, after their confrontation, Aiven found it difficult to remain low-key.

He was almost solidified as the leading young figure in the Alliance Navy.

Previously, impressions of Aiven were mostly due to the honor of being "Navy New Star First" and "Youngest Captain", but now his superb swordsmanship has begun to spread among officers in the six nations’ joint defense.

And the rumors keep getting exaggerated: master of the "White Sail Swordsmanship" school, "youngest sword master in Alliance history", and even sworn testimonies claiming to have seen Aiven use a wooden stick to slay steel...

In the end, he was nearly being compared to the esteemed sword masters of various countries within the alliance.

However, including Major General Koverdale, no one knows that Aiven is actually just a paper tiger now.

Though skilled at swordsmanship, he is far from being comparable to a "sword master" or "Great Knight".

And through his battle with Thomas.

He discovered that in critical moments of decision, the "Adventurer’s Blood" would emerge to disrupt things, desperately urging him to choose more radical and risky options.

This clearly surpassed the bounds of being an "adventurer", dangerously testing the limits!

During daily activities, it’s not an issue, but if this happens during combat or an emergency at sea, the consequences could be as inevitable as being stabbed in the back. It’s nearly impossible to guard against...

He just hopes for this mission to end soon, allowing him to finish crafting the "Spirit Communication Potion" and quickly advance to Official Wizard status, finding a way to resolve this trouble!

Thus, even though he is at the height of his fame, known to every officer in the six nations’ joint defense, he remains uninvolved in inter-national military socialization, dutifully performing his patrol duties.

Until one slightly dim morning.

The "Storm Horn" has successfully completed its routine patrol, with half a day left until returning to Water City Nisk.

.....

Dim weather at the far sea border nearest to the Tyrone Kingdom.

Below the sea surface, within a circular area of five kilometers, the ocean water suddenly stratified; the upper layer remained clear and transparent, but the lower layer transformed into a deep and mysterious azure.

The deep azure water hole seemed to lead to an unknown realm, imperceptible with human eyes.

The next moment.

As if a massive force discrepancy existed within, the azure deep water hole caused a colossal surge, elevating sea water within the five-kilometer radius.

Rumbling...

It cascaded like a great flood, rushing in all directions.

Along with the huge mass of seawater, fish, shrimp, sediment, disallowed icebergs for this sea area, and... Sea Monsters came pouring forth!

In a mere moment.

A vast swarm of dark, bizarrely-shaped sea monsters surged out from the "Blue Cave" riding the waves!

Closely following them was a giant pirate warship, "Eternal Imprisonment Sacred Statue", thrust out by the sea current.

Soon, the mysterious "Blue Cave", like when it appeared, silently vanished from sight.

Instantly transitioning from the icy Eternal White Land South Shore to the sunlit far-sea border left them briefly disoriented.

Roar—!

Moo—!

Hiss—!

A cacophony of noise erupted, only to be calmed down with the sound of a resonant conch horn.

As the Pirates entered the "Blue Cave," they all hid in the ship’s cabins, but now they surged back onto the deck to perform necessary repairs on the Pirate Ship at the fastest speed.

"Master Hawkins! The Chief Navigator has already confirmed our location, indeed we are at the far sea boundary of Tyrone.

Sailing from here towards the southeast, at the normal speed of our ’Eternal Imprisonment Sacred Statue’, it will take about three days to reach the Water City Nisk at the mouth of the Leiden River Valley."

As Hawkins, standing on the stern platform, put down the conch horn, Heimer, whose arms were wrapped in black chains, approached respectfully and reported.

Without speaking immediately, this short and plump Pirate King, who resembled a friendly wealthy merchant, gazed down at the ship’s railing at the unchanged waves of the Black Sea.

Through the waves, he seemed to see something that others found difficult to perceive, and after a moment, he took a deep breath: "It’s time!"

Subsequently, he turned to Heimer, who was respectfully standing by his side, and commanded: "Release the towing ropes!"

The Pirates on the ship already knew what their mission was this time. The Pirate King’s orders were everything to them, and none hesitated for even a moment.

Bang! Bang!

Two small boats were immediately put down, each connected to a towing rope at one end tied to the keel of the "Eternal Imprisonment Sacred Statue," racing towards a gigantic Sea Shell floating in front of the Pirates’ ship.

The oval shell was nearly a hundred meters long, with its surface resembling black, hard shells covered in large and small cone-shaped protrusions, thick at the base and thinner at the top.

This was a "large species Sea King Shell."

Thunk.. Thunk.. Thunk..

Sensing humans approaching, the giant shell continuously opened and closed, expelling three purple-red "tongues" that squirmed incessantly, yet restrained from attacking the crew due to the deterrence of Hawkins’ conch horn.

Compliantly, it allowed them to attach two long towing ropes to its body.

"Master Hawkins! Are we moving now?"

Heimer appeared more excited than Hawkins himself, feeling that following the Pirate King had allowed him to accomplish many ambitious tasks he previously dared not imagine!

Rampant plundering, initiating city-wide carnage, and this time, raiding inland with nearly a hundred Sea Monsters to pry open the seemingly impenetrable shell of a Kingdom and seize the treasure meant for Pirates!

This... was the Pirate life he truly longed for, one where he could do as he pleased!

"Yes, the scouts stationed in the ’Leiden River Valley’ in advance have confirmed that the Leiden River is wide enough for us to sail directly to our destination. The insiders are ready, just waiting for our signal!

What is there to wait for now?

After years of preparation, I’m eager to harvest the fruit I’ve been longing for!"

With the long-expected goal close at hand, Hawkins didn’t mind explaining a bit more to Heimer. This was just the preparation he knew about; the Pirate King had delegated many, many tasks to his different subordinates...

The Pirate King issued the final command before departure:

"Lower the top mast, go inside the cabins, and strap yourselves in. Our speed will be fast! Very fast!"

Ten minutes later, under the leadership of a group of Extraordinary Officials aboard the Pirate Ship, everything was ready.

Hawkins raised the conch horn in his hand and blew it with all his might.

Buu——!!!

Echoing the sound of the conch horn, the roars of hundreds of Sea Monsters resounded across the sea.

Roar——!

Moo——!

Whimper——!

Centered around that large species "Sea King Shell," which had a diameter of one hundred meters, and two small species "Sea Tide Shell" with diameters of around thirty meters each, they formed a perfect circle.

The collective Extraordinary Ability of the Sea Monsters was fully mobilized, and the sky, already somewhat gloomy, immediately became overcast, the air stirred into a strong sea wind, riding the sea water to transform into raging waves.

Yet the more profound change was in the ocean beneath them.

Besides their shared ability to influence weather within a certain range, though most rely on their formidable bodies to rule the seas, some possess mysterious magic-like abilities.

Just like the "Mirage Sea Star" Aiven once encountered, which could create illusions, the "Sea King Shell" and "Sea Tide Shell" were a special pair among them, and their ability was... to create tsunamis!

Under the central guidance of the "large species Sea King Shell," the power of hundreds of Sea Monsters was drawn together, exploding like a seismic wave beneath the sea!

Buzz—

The nearby sea water seemed to be lifted entirely by an invisible force, accumulating rapidly into a series of wrinkles protruding about a meter above the sea.

As energy amassed to its peak, it was as though a gigantic Creator Titan’s hand had abruptly loosed the great crossbow, releasing it like a powerful arrow shooting towards the shoreline.

Hundreds of Sea Monsters lined up, riding this wave swiftly forward, not needing to swim themselves, as if glued to the crest, carrying the Pirate Ship attached to the "Sea King Shell" by towing ropes along, surfing across the vast ocean.

Except others were riding waves; they were riding a tsunami!