CHAPTER 493: CHAPTER 378: KING VS KING, THE BATTLE OF THE PINNACLE

The classification of Sea Monsters’ subjugation ranks corresponds with the six levels of Sail Battleships; the rough standard is that the length of the Sea Monsters’ bodies and the length of the gun decks are matched one-to-one.

Small Species correspond to Level Six and Level 5 Ships (over 30 meters, under 40 meters). Large Species correspond to Fourth-rate Ships and Third Rate Ships (typically 40 meters, 50 meters).

When it comes to enormous Species, nothing short of a Second Grade ship with around one hundred cannons, a First-Class Battleship, or an equivalent Wonder Battleship can contend with them.

Yet, as everyone knows, even the current largest First-Class Battleship in the world, the Sacred Relic and Legendary Warship "Holy Trinity," has a main gun deck length of merely sixty meters.

A creature reaching sixty meters in size is already considered among the elite of the enormous Species of Sea Monsters.

But this massive Sea King Dragon not only had a body length exceeding one hundred meters but also seemed to carry some potent Dragon Vein. A cluster of black, chaotic horns grew on its head, like a bone Crown.

With such a majestic presence, one might not doubt that a true Dragon had descended.

Or rather, even a purebred Giant Dragon would likely not beat it if it ventured into the sea.

"Get lost!"

The figure of Bonaparte, the Father of the School of Sharks, was already monstrous compared to a normal person.

But compared to this Sea Monster—whose body was one hundred meters long and whose gaping maw could bite a Warship in half sideways—he was, at best, a tiny meatball.

Even with the Authority of his [False God] status, which enabled him to sense the underwater attack in advance, he could not fully dodge this thunderous bite.

BOOM—!

Riding the waves beneath his feet, he had just managed to escape to the edge of the mouth when it suddenly clamped shut.

Hastily, Bonaparte raised his Scepter, taller than himself, just in time to block the crushing, irresistible force of the enormous jaws.

Then, he plummeted into the ocean alongside this Deep Sea Yama.

"Invincible!"

The Deep Sea Yama had almost reached the pinnacle of physical Power in this world, its direct combat capability far surpassing that of its master, Barbarossa Hailiding.

In countless past battles, whether against Transcendents, Warships, or other Sea Monsters, nothing had ever withstood its bite.

It was indeed the personification of Death in the seas!

Just as the Barbary Pirates aboard the Pirate Flagship cheered once more for their Deep Sea Yama’s Great Power,

"WHOOO—!"

Suddenly, from beneath the water came a Whale Song, inaudible to human ears, yet incessantly echoing deep in everyone’s hearts.

OOO OOO OOO...

High above the battlefield, the newly emerged Sun dimmed abruptly. Clouds gathered and thunder rolled, instantly filling the sails of the entire Fleet.

Some pirate ships did not have time to furl their topsails, and their masts were snapped in half by the sudden force.

As a deep blue Divine Light shone brightly, the water beneath churned violently. Another massive creature, in no way inferior to the Sea King Dragon, suddenly erupted from the waves, leaping out from the bow of the Pirate Flagship.

WHOOSH! A deluge poured down from the sky.

Many of the Artisans aboard the Fleet, who had seen related images from the "Key of Omniscience" at the public library, could not help but gasp:

"A Meis’s Leviathan Whale?!"

"So big!!!"

Even average individuals among the Meis’s Leviathan Whale population closely approached the thirty-meter body length typical for small Species of Sea Monsters.

But because they fed exclusively on tiny creatures like small fish and shrimp, using them as intermediaries to draw vast amounts of Source Material from the Sea of Origin Matter outside the World Rift into their Whale Oil, biologists would infer that their place in the food chain was not high, and their strength was not much greater than that of herbivores.

Yet the monstrosity the Father of the School of Sharks had transformed into not only had a body significantly larger than the usual Meis’s Leviathan Whale but had also grown to the hundred-meter class.

Its mouth bristled with teeth like those of a Megalodon, and atop its head were six blood-red eyes.

However, the fins on its body seemed rather messy. Apart from a pair of fairly symmetrical pelvic fins, many malformed fish fins haphazardly sprouted all over its body, making one wonder if this was a mutated fish.

Byron, who was intently observing the battlefield, frowned upon seeing his form:

"This Father of the School of Sharks seems mightier in raw strength, but his Spirituality is clearly far inferior to that of the Abyssal Horror, Dagon. They are both leaders of the Old Gods’ Kin, both Fifth-Order Pseudo-Gods. The difference lies in one having a Deity Mask for divine Anchoring, while the other does not and cannot anchor to independent groups like the North Bay Folks, relying solely on themselves. I wonder where Bonaparte and his Rift Monastery members hail from—whether they were indigenous peoples of the New Continent when they were still human, or immigrants from somewhere else."

Seeing the form of the Father of the School of Sharks, Byron could not help but feel alarm bells ringing in his mind.

On the path of the Bloodline Codex, in pursuit of immortality, even ascending to [False God] does not allow one to rest easy; the risk of Spirituality becoming unstable remains.

The Black Witches looking to fleece the Old Gods are like a group of herb gatherers tied to a rope, perennially picking Herbal Medicine at a cliff’s edge.

The balance of Power is momentary; the relentless downward pull of gravity is eternal!

As they continually harvest these Herbal Medicines to supplement themselves, if they overlook the safety of their lifelines, with the increasing weight of their bodies, a day will come when the rope snaps, plunging them into the Abyss.

Forget Fifth-Order [False God]; even the once exalted Old Gods can fall from their Divine Positions and end up as eternally dormant Corpses.