The scarlet wine was drunk by the skeleton, trickling down his ribs with a "splash" onto the ground, but he paid no mind and laughed heartily.
[Baron Saturday] is responsible for the industrial stronghold, Netherland.
The last one is the second Fifth Order [Primordial Core] within the Blood Beast Nest, besides the [Chaos Beast Horde].
It appears to be a composite of primordial lifeform and aquatic plants, a mass of sticky limbs encircling a glowing cell nucleus that resembles a human face.
Primordial lifeforms are the world’s most ancient, simplest, and lowest single-celled organisms, ancestors to most creatures, bearing the label of ancients naturally.
No one knows how many years such a being has lived.
Among all pseudo-gods, [Chaos Beast Horde] and [Primordial Core] should be the strongest of the top tier, a truly deserving na for the alliance leader.
If you add the [Abyssal Horror] Dagon, the allied army has eight pseudo-gods, two Legendary Warships, hundreds of Colonial Warships, and a massive Sea Monster Legion.
Also, there is a Mythical Warship with a power level of Sixth Order and the [Touch of the Kraken], also Sixth Order, ready to act as reinforcents at any mont.
It’s no longer just a matter of being well-equipped but rather using a sledgehamr to kill a chicken!
[The one whose na cannot be ntioned] has hidden his true form sowhere unknown, projecting himself here, his face blurred, barely revealing a refined pair of gold-threaded glasses.
He gracefully raised his glass:
"Everyone, the Luanyan Epoch is drawing nearer, the beautiful sound of tides playing the notes of a new era.
The religious wars I have guided are fighting too slowly, to expand the front line and ignite the first World War on the Silver Continent would take at least several years, if not decades.
We can’t wait, nor can the gods who are falling into death and decay outside the world.
This ti, let’s harness the Silver Continent’s chariot with another wild horse.
Aren’t they all longing for [Noah’s Ark], preparing to flee when the Great Flood cos?
Then let’s send the Ark right to them, letting them in that small world utterly polluted by the [Mother of Monsters], already turned into a hatching nest, kill each other.
Eventually becoming the nourishnt for the return of the First Old God, turning the North Sea into the Soup of Life.
Death, blood, and hatred will beco the annotations of this new era.
As one whale falls, all life arises, the Old Gods will divide the corpse of the enemy of all gods, the [Creator], establishing a new Deep-sea civilization and world order upon the fallen church.
The confrontation of six Old God sects continues the domination of the bloodline of [God of the Wild Hunt] Woden; the advantage is mine!"
"Roar—!"
Amidst the cheers of the gods, a huge pile of raw materials, mostly from human food, was brought up: rmaid’s Tear, Fifth Elent, Human-faced acorn, and so forth.
It is conceivable that once these Kin, who have long since abandoned human identity and embraced the Old Gods and the deep sea, win, how they would treat the "citizens" of the new era.
By then, the entire world would beco a huge... human farm.
Byron withdrew his gaze, taking a deep breath:
"One against six, this is a pot of half-cooked rice. But even if it’s half-cooked, we must grit our teeth and eat it!"
...
Rumble...
The storm caused by the gathering of Sea Monsters poured down, black clouds and purple-red lightning snaked through the sky, stretching for hundreds of kiloters like branches.
Byron and a group of High Sequence Extraordinary Beings had arrived at the front lines, where no signs of the [Noah’s Ark] or the white mist could be seen.
Only rapid cruisers or adventure ships, leaving white trails on the sea, pointed in the sa direction from all corners.
Clearly, even knowing the Five Bay States served as the shield for the entire Silver Continent, no one was willing to join the defense line to lend a hand.
All they cared about was the Ark that could save their own lives.
Since Byron learned that [The one whose na cannot be ntioned] had made his move and actively lured [Noah’s Ark] into the North Sea Region, he dispatched the Interdiction Cruiser Fleet along the coast.
But his territorial waters were only 3 nautical miles (5.6km) wide, with no legal barrier against navigation.
Anyway, Byron, assessing the threat level of the Ark, didn’t think he could benefit; he didn’t even send an Incarnation to test his luck.
He rely reminded the Protestant Doctrine high officials, who shared his ideology and didn’t take a strictly escape route nor want [Noah’s Ark] to disrupt unity.
Persuaded the dispatched Holy Knight, the Duke of the Duchy of Prussia, forr Grand Master of the Knights of the Holy Mother, [Holy Shield] Albrecht.
And they promised to, if the defense situation beca critical, act as reserves, using their best blitz tactics to strike the enemy’s flagship.
It was the sole piece of comfort among all the ambitious ones and incompetent allies.
Byron set foot again on the most crucial yet most vulnerable Faroe Islands within the First Island Chain.
This is the gateway to the North Sea, also a key target in the enemy’s battle plans according to intelligence.
The Luminous Crown above his head shines brightly, rising like a brilliant Sun.
At the core, the network of laws transford by [Golden Law], governed and unified, materialized in the sky, filling it with countless runes-written laws.
Byron’s orders echoed through the Law Network:
"Deep Sea Fleet, Interdiction Cruiser Fleet, Strait Fleet, Phantom Fleet, Pirate Fleet, Allied Army Fleet all depart ahead of schedule. All commanders, captains, coastal defense gun positions, connect to the Law Network.
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