The attack of the seafolk came to an end. They screamed unwillingly, but under the orders of their leader, they had no choice but to retreat into the sea. The sea was filled with broken corpses and wreckage. The blood-stained battleships were anchored in the ruins, and steam rose into the air.
The sea became even calmer. All the enemies had escaped into the water, but Krendo was not at ease. He stared at the surface of the sea where there were no more living creatures. His back trembled, and uneasiness brewed in his heart.
The leader of the seafolk, Hill Kannas, still had not appeared. Were they planning to retreat in such a hurry?
Before the soldiers of the fleet could cheer for their victory, a bright bolt of lightning flashed above their heads, illuminating Krendo's gloomy face before disappearing.
"How dare you slaughter the people of the sea like this."
A rumbling voice came from the bottom of the sea. "Now, only destruction awaits you. Feel the anger of the furious gods!"
The surface of the sea that was hidden in the dark clouds suddenly lit up as if it was on fire. The intersection between the sky and the sea was especially bright, as if the sun had appeared on the surface of the sea. Then, it was as if a divine palace had floated up in the sea. The bright palace was brighter than any mirage, and the sky and sea were illuminated by the palace into a dazzling white.
"Divine Kingdom."
Someone in the fleet murmured in a daze.
Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and the waves on the sea were like walls. Amidst the sound of the whirlpool, a nightmarish figure appeared on the waves. She looked like a blue-green female with only the upper half of her body, but she was as majestic as a Titan. She wore a top made of shells and a purple cloak made of jellyfish. Her fingertips were sharp, and her elbows were fins. Her eyes were as white as pearls, and her hair was made of seaweed that danced in the wind.
The Goddess of the Ocean, Umberlee.
Amidst the terrified cries of the people, the temperature on the sea plummeted, and a snowstorm arrived. The harsh winter shrouded the area, and the remaining flames on the sea were immediately extinguished. Another god revealed her true appearance. It was the beautiful and cruel Goddess of Winter, Olur. She appeared in the snow and looked at the mortals on the sea with a cold gaze. She had arrived together with the Goddess of the Ocean.
As if the people on the ground were not desperate enough, two huge blood moons rose from the sea. They were not moons, but the eyes of a giant beast. The God of the Hunt, Malar, appeared on the other side of the sky, bringing with him an unparalleled smell of blood. He greedily sized up the living people on the fleet, his sharp teeth grinding.
In the divine kingdom further away, the lightning mark shone brightly. That was the divine emblem of Talos. Although the Lord of Storms and Calamity had not appeared, he was still watching the battlefield from afar.
It was no exaggeration to say that the furious gods had all stepped into the battlefield. Winter, tsunamis, storms, and catastrophes. The gods used their unparalleled power to control everything on the ground. The steel fleet swayed like a small boat in the tide. Everyone could not help but shiver in the harsh winter. The wind and rain splashed on the deck of the ships, and every ship let out an ear-piercing alarm.
Umberlee's pale eyes were lifeless. She did not say a word. She gently raised her hand and pulled out an ancient rusty trident. Then, without any fancy moves, she thrust it forward. The furious tsunami surged with the Goddess of the Ocean's movement. The seawater gathered into a huge flowing trident. The tip of each wave was sharp, and it rushed toward the shaking Northsea fleet.
"Activate the protective shield!" Krendo shouted in the rain.
With the Empire's Grasp as the center, the magic cores of every warship were overloaded. They jointly raised a layer of dark protective shield to protect the fleet. The seawater full of divine power crashed into the protective shield of the fleet. The front of the shield shattered into scattered waves, but the seawater behind immediately followed, violently pouring into the dark shield.
The smaller patrol ships were the first to let out a sharp whistle, followed by the frigates, destroyers, and Giant-class battleships. Their magic cores had been overclocked and exploded, causing permanent damage. On the other side, the noisy seawater also came to an end. The divine power contained in the Goddess of the Ocean's attack had finally been exhausted.
"Is this … a god?"
Krendo's lips trembled as he looked at the report on the hull of the Empire's Grasp. Although the magic core of the main ship was not destroyed, it was exhausted and could not be used again. It needed to be returned to the Empire's headquarters to recharge before it could be activated again.
As the captain of the ship, no one knew better than Krendo how high the defense level of the main ship was. The Empire's Grasp, Northern Dawn, and Breath of the Holy Dragon were the symbols of the Blackwing Empire's dominance on the sea. They were the embodiment of the empire's best industrial technology and magical engineering standards. They were built at an immeasurable cost.
However, these painstaking efforts of the empire had been completely destroyed by a single attack from a god. Krendo felt that his faith had suffered a huge blow.
However, what he did not know was that this scene was an even bigger blow to the gods. It was not that there were no things in the astral world that could fight or even defeat the gods, such as the Titans, evil creatures, abominations, and legendary dragons. However, those that could fight against the gods with foreign objects were all famous things in the vast history, such as the Alliance of Stars, the Arcane Empire, and the Quel 'dorei race in the Airadia continent recently.
These terrifying mortal organizations had a common name in the eyes of the gods — "civilization."
In the eyes of the gods, these civilizations were no different from Hatred, Evil Creatures, and even Abyssal Demons. They were all enemies of the gods that were extremely difficult to deal with. Therefore, the scene that had just unfolded had shocked them even more. The Blackwing Empire had manifested the embryonic form of a brand new civilization. Even the evil, chaotic, and furious gods had realized that they had to nip this bud in the bud in the bud.
"Hunt, slaughter!"
Malar growled. This beast's thoughts were not as rich as the other gods. It was filled with a boiling desire to kill. After conspiring with Tiamat to plot against the God of War, this beast had obviously gained many benefits and had become stronger.
Unknowingly, the northern fleet in the sea had turned white. Ice and snow covered the guns and cannons, sealing the entire fleet in ice. These mortals did not even have a chance to escape, let alone fight back.
Krendo stared at the gods in the sky in despair. He moved his frozen fingers and gripped his sword tightly. His throat moved as he used all his strength to shout, "Everyone, prepare for battle!"
"Everyone — must die!"
The cold laughter echoed in the icy sea. The God of Hunt had transformed his head into a giant black wolf. He opened his mouth like a black hole, wanting to swallow the entire northern fleet in one fell swoop.
"Long time no see, Malar."
Before the voice of the God of Hunt had completely dissipated, another deep voice sounded, "I say, you guys came to visit Airadia. Why didn't you come to see me first? What's the meaning of bullying mortals?"