The Flying Therianthrope swung its tentacles and decisively shook off those obstructive Biological Warships and Degenerate Sea Monsters.
With the Fleet’s battle anthem "Katyusha" buff roaring overhead, and artillery fire growing fiercer and fiercer under Defensive War mode, it charged alone in a head‑on assault, actively rushing to kill The Golden Deer.
A dense mass of monstrous crewn surged out onto the deck.
The main body of each was a fusion of coelenterates and various Ocean creatures, with ring‑shaped teeth or claws at the ends of their limbs, yet no two looked exactly the sa, each carrying all sorts of useless proliferated growths.
Referencing "Carbon-based Bomber" and "Carbon-based Drone", this was with high probability also so kind of mass‑produced biological weapon.
Legendary chanic Violet took one look at them and almost couldn’t tolerate this kind of biotechnological "tolerance" blown up to absurdity.
Occam’s razor: "Entities must not be multiplied without necessity."
Whether science or Mysticism, the Great Way should be simple; only simplicity is beauty, only that truly touches the essence of the world—like E = mc².
"I think I already know why those Old Gods and Kin who have converted to both the Deep Sea and Chaos all have this ssy, cluttered art style.
This is the base color beneath the Source Material.
Any Heresy that wants to turn the whole world into sothing like them deserves to die!"
At the sa ti, the Flying Therianthrope’s tens to hundreds of ters long tentacles stirred the seawater into one Big Vortex after another, sweeping toward them in a sky‑covering surge.
Now that the Old God Church Coalition had already pushed deep into the territorial waters of the North Sea Empire, they had to seize the King of the Wild Hunt, the core of the laws, before the Fleet and the Divine Domain’s Chaos Beast Tide completely collapsed.
But...
Byron sneered:
"I’m not the one in a hurry. Who said I’d duel you one‑on‑one?
The Golden Deer, fall back five hundred ters and keep kiting!"
The Grand Fleet abandoned the Colonial Fleet that was about to collapse and the battle gains that were almost in hand, and pulled back once again.
Then, including the Quasi-Legendary Warships Blue Dragon King, Royal Oak Number, and Centaurus Constellation Number, each led their attached squadrons to readjust firing arcs, and unleashed a frenzied bombardnt at the Flying Therianthrope.
Especially Byron, who had achieved ship-and-man-as-one with The Golden Deer and transford into the Grand Ship Saint, displaying his from‑the‑heavens descending sword style, very quickly lopped off more than half of the opposing Legendary Warship’s tentacles.
The blood beneath the Biological Warship nearly dyed the sea red; even the mortal soldiers could see that this Legendary Warship was already on its last legs.
The Chaos Beast Horde flew into a shad rage and said to the nearby Pseudo-Gods:
"Everyone, we strike together. Ignore the others—focus our strength and kill the Wild Hunt King first!"
The black cloak on its body swelled and contracted once, and in a single gulp it swallowed the nearly destroyed Legendary Warship beneath it back into its own body.
Its aura rose a notch, and behind its head, a ring of black‑red, turbid Divine Aura almost thickened to the point of dripping blood.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...
The Chaos Beast Horde, Primordial Core, Mother Nature, White Moth Princess, Black Swan Princess, Mindflayer King, Baron Saturday, and Abyssal Horror—eight Pseudo-Gods in all—carried vast Divine Light, turned into eight long rainbows streaking across the sky, and crashed down toward the Golden Deer with a thunderous boom.
They had eaten quite a few shells while they were still on the ship, and were sowhat worse for wear, but overall losses weren’t too great.
By this phase of the fight, they were truly anxious.
The defenders’ strength had far exceeded their expectations; the originally mighty Colonial Fleet had been peeled by the defenders layer by layer like an onion, and even its underwear was about to be exposed.
If they couldn’t take the Faroe Islands here, then the Old God Anchor Chain they’d laid down in advance would all be for nothing; not only would they miss that perfect chance to drag the Bayfolk into the water, they’d also be encircled by the Grand Fleet and besieged in waves by more Fourth Order and Third Order.
It was almost a foregone conclusion that soone would fall.
And if they lost this chance, once Byron perfectly integrated the power of the North Sea Empire, their ambitions would very likely beco a distant dream.
"et them!"
Led by Byron, War Queen Violet; Breeding Holy Mother Teris; the two Archbishops, Twilight Deacon Luohate and Sister of rcy Teresa;
and the three Kingdom’s Guardians—Master of the Fishing Spot Hawkins, Spade J Hogel, and Boneless One Ivana—struck together, intercepting them mid‑way and forcing everyone down to the sea’s surface.
Byron couldn’t bear to use The Golden Deer as a battlefield just to exchange for a slight ho‑field advantage; in the current situation, simply stalling would be enough to drag the enemy to death.
Violet reverted to Human form and made the first move.
A gigantic illusory Gate of Truth manifested behind her as she snapped her fingers:
"Position Refinent!"
Crash, crash, crash...
The nature of the seawater beneath their feet was reshaped, and hundreds of semi‑transparent, water‑ford gun barrels thrust up from the waves.
Electric light crackled, pouring in Energy; the water was electrolyzed, hydrogen and oxygen being continuously compressed...
Suddenly, fire‑light flared, and a chain of muffled, thunder‑like blasts echoed from the ocean depths.
Combining the title special effect "Art Is Explosion", which can turn any Material into explosive, and extracting so trace isotopes from the seawater as Shrapnel Shells, hundreds of brilliant shells detonated with a boom within the Pseudo-God ranks.
The explosive shockwaves carried white, ring‑shaped vapor cones as they spread at high speed, and countless snow‑white plus of spray shot into the sky.
After Violet’s promotion to Fifth Order, the top seat in offensive power was clearly still hers to keep for the long term—and the sea contained not only Whale Oil, but also deuterium and tritium. The future looked promising!
The Pseudo-Gods didn’t dare to hard‑tank such a powerful bombardnt whose very principles they couldn’t understand; they hurriedly scattered to evade, and the formation they had originally arranged had to be broken apart and re‑shuffled.
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