CHAPTER 494: CHAPTER 378: KING VS KING, THE BATTLE OF THE PINNACLE_2

The only one who survived was the Creator.

In this world, if one wishes to live a long life, stable Anchoring is always the top priority.

Naturally, the Father of the School of Sharks had no clue that he had once again become the embodiment of a cautionary tale. He opened his massive jaws and thundered, "Beneath the great Leviathan, there can be only one ruler of the Ocean, and that is me, the Father of the School of Sharks! How dare a Short-lived Species with a lifespan of mere decades aspire to stand among the heavens? It’s laughable to the extreme, like a clown!"

His giant whale Incarnation suddenly flicked its tail in midair, aiming to smash the Pirate King’s forecastle to smithereens.

The Ladder of Glory had the advantage of stability, but it fell short in terms of absolute power. Most of the Pirate King’s strength resided within his Sea King Dragon. Even though he shared the various abilities of his Sea Monster Legion, going head-to-head with such a monstrous being was likely to result in a severe disadvantage.

Fortunately, Deep Sea Yama arrived just in time to plunge the Father of the School of Sharks back into the sea.

Above, the wind howled and the cloud cover hung low, as the entire sea once again began to churn violently. The two world-renowned, terrifying Evil Beasts didn’t resort to any fancy transcendent abilities but relied on the purest form of violence, entwined and biting each other as they plummeted into the Deep Sea at high speed. The aftermath of the battle occasionally transmitted shocks to the surface, causing a large area of the nearby sea to tremble slightly, like a series of minor underwater earthquakes.

It was at this time that the "working fish," recruited by the Father of the School of Sharks and forced to join the battlefield against Humans, also charged into the Colonial Fleet. Marine creatures attacking Warships naturally found it easiest to target the underside of the ships. Unfortunately, although they were no longer afraid of Dragon Dung Potions, and the Human side had not made that unnecessary move, they were not entirely unprepared either.

The moment the ’working fish’ entered the Fleet’s perimeter, they collided head-on with the Pirate King’s ’King’s Left Hand’ Guardsmen Sea Monster Legion. When Humans had to face Sea Monsters, their only option was to deploy Warships; despite being marine creatures themselves, their individual combat strength still fell significantly short of the Sea Monsters.

"ROAR—!"

They opened their cavernous maws, gorging until their mouths dripped with oil.

Sea Monster Legion: "We thank Nature’s bounty, the seafood buffet the Ocean has bestowed upon us! BURP—"

There was so much seafood that they had never fought a battle where they could fill their bellies so easily in their entire lives.

The special effect of the title ’Ocean Throne’ is called ’Command Sea Monsters.’ Under normal circumstances, whether Beast Tamers or other Transcendents of different paths, their own carrying capacity is always limited. Just like Byron of the Third Order, who could only manage a single large-sized Sea Monster, the ammonite nautilus. But ’Ocean Throne,’ leveraging the special effect of its Kingly Title, possessed a carrying capacity ten, even a hundred times that of others. This was how he had successfully built his ’King’s Left Hand’ Sea Monster Legion.

Moreover, a Kingly Title like Barbarossa Hailiding’s, earned by climbing up step by step from the bottom, is clearly much more formidable than an inherited Kingly Title like Uncle Byron’s, the ’Mad King’ Henry VI. The core military power under his direct control was already enough to wage a war of annihilation against a country. If ’Ocean Throne’ had been the one attacked by the ’Touch of the Kraken’ on that stormy night in the Strait of Dover, perhaps he and his Sea Monster Legion could have forcefully withstood it. They might have even prevented any connection to the ’Shipwreck Graveyard.’

"’Board them! Attack from the surface!’"

The Commander in the Rift Monastery could only blow the conch shell to issue commands. They ordered the cannon fodder to use their vastly superior numbers to overwhelm the Sea Monster Legion’s stomachs, as well as the ships on the surface. Waves, born without wind, swelled and carried countless ’working fish’ crashing onto decks several meters high.

Adventurers and Pirates who had made it this far were old sea dogs with rich combat experience, including many Third Order and even Fourth Order Mid-Sequence Transcendents. While the broadside cannons relentlessly bombarded the marine creatures on the surface, the sailors were already on deck, poised for battle.

"’Musketeer Corps, fire!’"

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!...

The Fleet’s area was within the effective range of the Rift Seal Plug, and the ’Torrent Barrier’ defenses of those cultist whalemen were sharply reduced. Having lived year-round in Source Material-rich regions, or even in the Sea of Origin Matter, they found this environment highly unsuitable. Even their tough hides couldn’t withstand the dense barrage of bullets, nor the special weapons fired by the Transcendents—harpoons. Almost in an instant, fresh blood dyed the entire battlefield red.

"’Follow me.’"

"’Kill, kill, kill...’"

The battlefield, under the influence of the Rift Seal Plug, was far from being a magic-null zone; at most, its conditions were comparable to the Old Continent. The Transcendents, quite accustomed to such environments, took the lead in the charge. Brandishing finely forged Miracle swords and blades, they charged, nearly overwhelming the marine creature army primarily officered by whalemen. The Rift Monastery quickly found itself at a disadvantage and began a staggered retreat.

However, it wasn’t just one Heretical Cult blocking the Human Colonial Fleet, but two. ’Abyssal Horror’ Dagon also understood the principle that if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold. After the ’Father of the School of Sharks,’ Bonaparte, made the first move, they didn’t just sit back and watch.

WHOOSH—!

A thick fog suddenly enveloped the southwestern part of the battlefield, a place interwoven with blood and fire. Soon after, it refracted the image of a vast, eerily designed city. It appeared cold and damp, utterly different from any place on the Old Continent. Its unprecedented spatial structure and dimensional proportions induced a strong sense of revulsion in Humans at first glance. The dense buildings were all constructed from enormous, slippery green stones that seemed to originate from the seabed. They were adorned with dizzyingly tall stone carvings, majestic Divine Statues, and ornate reliefs. Yet, both the Divine Statues and the reliefs were engraved with repulsive, slimy tentacles, giving one the intense discomfort of having fallen into a den of tentacles. Staring for even a short while could create the illusion that those tentacles were burrowing into one’s brain through their mouth, eyes, and ears.

At first glance, they thought they had encountered a mirage. But when a gunner from an unknown ship fired a cannon at it, they realized this was no illusion. It was the actual residence of the Old Gods—Luanyun City!

In the Nightmare Triangle of the Old Gods’ Dream Realm, distance held no meaning for this city. As long as Dagon, the city’s guardian ’Abyssal Horror,’ willed it, he could make the city appear anywhere in an instant. The three parties, having set out from different corners, converged again at the center of the battlefield.

"’This is the Secret Realm from the Intelligence reports on the New Continent! It can move?’"

"’We didn’t go looking for it, yet it came to us? Something’s strange!’"

Others in the Colonial Fleet reacted as if facing a formidable enemy, but Byron... he reacted as if facing a grand feast.

This was the first time he had actually seen Luanyun City. Instead of losing sanity like the others, he found the sight quite appetizing. Violet, who was beginning to understand Byron’s peculiar tastes, had a handkerchief ready and carefully wiped the glistening drool from the corner of his mouth. His ’tentacle fetish,’ so to speak, wasn’t entirely a negative side effect; in certain situations, it could even be considered a mental enhancement. It would be somewhat of a pity if it were eliminated upon his advancement to the Fourth Order.

However, the most immediate danger now wasn’t Luanyun City or the Old God’s Corpse deep within the Dream Realm. It was a Dragonhead Warship that, despite its modest size, exuded an astonishing aura—the Legendary Warship, the Bayfolk Dragonhead Ship, *Hall of Valor*!

Though only a single ship sailed forth, the Adventurers felt as if they were witnessing an army of thousands. Long ago, most of the Silver Continent had suffered the ravages of the Bayfolk Dragonhead Ship. At that time, as the Sacred Relic known as ’The First Pirate Ship,’ its very name struck terror into the hearts of children, silencing their cries. Having vanished for hundreds of years, its reappearance meant that all but the Bayfolk of Iron Anchor Bay had long forgotten its former Might.

The nearest pirate ships were about to open fire on it. A pair of blood-red eyes on the dragonhead at its bow flashed, and a black-red wave of light instantly swept across a kilometer. The next moment, centered on the Legendary Warship, dozens of pirate ships within a one-kilometer radius each slowly manifested an illusory dragonhead. Then... they all mutinied. Incredibly, they automatically turned their cannons and bombarded their own allied ships!