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Chapter 627 The Battle Across the Sea
The noble meeting place.

The First Prince disappeared after he finished speaking.

The curtain rises, and the Duke takes charge of matters within the various territories.

Even after it ended, some nobles were still in shock. The complete purge of the Dragonborn Church left other churches wondering whether to oppose it or stand idly by. If the former, then turmoil in the empire was already foreseeable. But the emperor was far from being so insane. In the "heavens" beyond the knowledge of the mortal world, a great change was destined to occur.

Dawn arrives.

Inside the War Turtle Castle, Jiang He ended his mental projection. It was very difficult for a viscount to become an earl. His territory had to include an important local city. His army's attack on other earls was a provocation against the empire. As for the promotion of titles, he did have some expectations for Si Ning.

Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the door.

Eleanor pushed open the door and came in, still dressed in heavy armor.

"We're about to set off. The four magical warships of the Augusta army are already in position. I personally made some thick soup this morning, and I'll bring it to you in a bit."

Jiang He narrowed his eyes; this feigned gentleness felt strangely familiar to him.

"Is your current faith in storms?"

The headquarters of the Church of Storms is located in the fortress city. At the request of the other party, the chief archbishop did not hesitate to personally go to chase the pirates. The young girl with the strength of a knight of great achievements was able to support the marquisate, and the support of the church was indispensable.

Eleanor was slightly surprised. "So you're still interested in me. It is indeed a storm, but because of the Sword of Virtue, I have to always adhere to the Eight Virtues. In this way, my strength will increase very quickly. If I don't perish in this sea crossing battle, the Virtue of Valor will probably allow me to advance to the Saint Realm."

Woo!
The trumpet sounded.

The Green Forest Legion, which guards the great port, clashed with the pirates. Under the cover of night, the royal pirates infiltrated, intending to sabotage the magic warship, but the Marquis of Black Whale, who was in charge of the defense, reacted in time.

Jiang He stood up; the war had already begun.

……

Early December, Year 265 of the Divine Calendar.

The naval battle that drew the attention of the entire empire has begun.

A fleet consisting of thirteen magical warships and twenty giant ships crossed the sea to attack Sea Serpent Island.

The Pirate Kingdom lacked the manpower and resources of the North, but under the sea serpent faith, the island's natives were natural warriors, and hundreds of small wooden boats traversed the seas.

At noon on the seventh day, the two sides encountered each other in the southern part of the Sea Serpent Islands.

The low-hanging dark clouds resembled a cold, austere iron curtain, and the salty sea breeze carried the restlessness before the storm, whipping up white waves several meters high.

The Northern Fleet cut through the waves, its countless masts standing tall on the sea like a forest of menacing fangs. The four magical warships of the Augusta Army assembled on the eastern battlefield.

On the fortress's steel deck, the sails fluttered, the winches creaked, the chains rattled, and the deep beat of war drums mingled together in a symphony, only to be completely drowned out by the torrential rain.

From the bow of the Fortress, Jiang He looked into the distance and saw a dense array of small, jagged islets. The waterways between them were filled with pirate wooden boats. If the Northern Fleet wanted to land, it would have to give up the advantages that the warships themselves offered, or it would have to endure the "firepower" from the islets.

When the fleet's warships cross a certain boundary.

The order from the Green Forest flagship was relayed down.

Jiang He then waved his hand, and A'da immediately mobilized the Glenn Knights. The priests presided over the magic matrix, which covered the area. The knights released their battle aura, which was transformed into magic power. After passing through layers of circulation, a gale gathered and a lance tens of meters long appeared.

"Activate!" A'Da roared. —Immortal-level magic: Storm Spear.

With a deafening roar, the Storm Spear, carrying countless streams of wind, soared into the sky, then plummeted down as if a tornado had descended from the heavens.
In an instant, huge waves surged up on the sea around the target. The moment the gun tip pierced the water, the entire island seemed to be trampled by an invisible force. Reefs were rolled into the eye of the storm like pieces of paper, and countless sharp rocks merged into the hurricane to form a deadly tornado.

The pirates on the island screamed in terror, but the sound stopped abruptly before it could spread. Their limbs turned into a bloody mist in the strong wind, the sturdy castle collapsed, the waves submerged the wooden ship, and even the coral reefs rooted in the surrounding seabed were uprooted.

In the blink of an eye, the storm subsided.

The islands and reefs vanished, and hundreds of pirates perished at sea.

Boom boom boom!
On the remaining twelve magical warships, the Knights also launched an attack. The pure white Holy Punishment melted a reef, lava meteors triggered deafening explosions, countless vines of the Forest's Fury shattered island fragments, and chilling ice covered the waterways, freezing wooden boats to pieces.

The thirteen Immortal-level spells directly shattered the pirate royal court's island defenses. Even if a Saint-level warrior arrived, he would only be annihilated by the magic.

"Advance!" Commander Marquis Black Whale ordered.

Twenty giant ships launched the first attack, with ten thousand Green Forest Legion members leading the charge. Most of the legion consisted of ordinary soldiers, although there were quite a few knights. None of them owned their own land; the former yearned for the Breathing Technique, while the latter were obsessed with their territory. The legion's overall fighting spirit was exceptionally high.

A large number of soldiers rushed ashore.

A knight, his eyes blazing with fury, charged forward and slashed wildly, killing three men in succession. However, he was attacked from both sides. Several ordinary pirates formed a battle formation and used their sea serpent faith to unleash magic. A single, undead-level sea serpent spell blasted the knight and his two squires to death.

"Someone, kill him!"

"Form the array and prepare the magic!"

"This head is mine!"

"God Father, please have mercy on me!"

The entire coastline was engulfed in carnage, the sea breeze filled with the pungent smell of blood and rust. The knights' armor was mottled with bloodstains, and sparks from their longswords shattering the pirates' scimitars mingled with splattered brains as they fell onto the mudflats. But more and more pirates appeared, and every now and then, a silver scimitar would pierce through the knights' inner armor.

A one-eyed pirate bit through the knight's throat, and a fountain of hot, pungent blood gushed out. The accompanying squire gritted his teeth, picked up his heavy sword, and cleaved open the enemy's chest with all his might. As the organs slid out, he was filled with surprise and relief. This might be a life-changing achievement.

The torrential rain caused the tide to rise quietly, overflowing the scattered corpses. Broken shields and blades collided in the waves, emitting the unique wailing of metal. Thirteen magical warships forced their way onto the shore in the terrible weather, their hulls crashing onto the mudflats and crushing more than two thousand pirates. The various auras unique to the warships amplified the knights, putting them at their peak condition.

But just as the various knightly orders launched their massive disembarkation and attack...

At the top of the island's mountain range, a tall figure decisively waved his hand.

The tiny flames secretly residing within the pirates' bodies began to grow rapidly, and golden flames swept across the land like a torrent, burning flesh and blood, burning mudflats, burning seawater and magic, ultimately reducing half the coast and the magical warship to ashes.

The figure disappeared.

Most of the thirteen knightly orders escaped the golden torrent, with only a few knights dying. However, the soldiers of the Green Forest Legion, after fighting for a long time, were ultimately powerless and perished in the sea of ​​fire.

Among the crowd, Duke Felix looked somewhat bewildered. He turned to Marquis Black Whale and asked in a low voice:

"Your plans?"

"Your Grace, I have no idea!"

(End of this chapter)