"The Sailor and God of Naval Warfare, Wilko?" Almost simultaneously, Celene on the Floating Castle also recognized the visitor.
But she seed a bit puzzled: "How could it be?
Wilko just returned from the Talos Divine Realm?
I watched him gain quite the benefits! Even Ambori didn’t get that much... She offends people everywhere and simply doesn’t dare show up in front of most deities, only sneaking away with a bit of divine power.
That was divine power shared by the Lord of the Storm!
Normally, that guy needs to absorb it in the Divine Kingdom for a while before he can wake up!
Olypher crouches on Toril, has never shown his face! She probably needs to sleep for decades to reclaim the Ice Storm god rights that were rightfully hers anyway!
Wilko... how dare he split an avatar to delay absorbing divine power? Not afraid of Olypher or Ambori fighting him?
He... is not particularly strong in divine power!
Shaer, don’t you feel sothing’s off?"
"Shaer? What are you thinking?" Without getting a response, Celene, on her Silvermoon lounge chair, moved instantly to her sister’s contemplative face, "You’re... daydreaming?"
Shaer looked at the large face before her, snapped back to reality, and imdiately drove her black veil lounge chair backward: "Why get so close?
I just suddenly feel... this Edna, she pleases .
In every way pleases ."
Celene tilted her head: "Keeping secrets?
Humph~
In this world, there’s no secret I seek that I can’t find! Especially those related to you~
I’ll definitely know."
Shaer rolled her eyes lightly: "Not a secret, just don’t want to tell you.
Especially you!"
Celene frowned at her dear sister... she suddenly knew what was most annoying!
It’s this, knowing in a few days, but for now it’s a secret! Exploring tirelessly to uncover the secret, might exhaust oneself knowing still nothing, while on the other hand, it unfolds by itself!
Yet... the turmoil in between, what to do with her heart?
Lansendel is slightly better in this aspect than Celene: as long as there’s fun to be had, he doesn’t have to know what’s the next fun imdiately.
For him, that’s the good life, every day full of endless fun.
He’s smiling, watching the giant screen where Sekola, while fighting, incessantly asks Ambori what kind of stimulus made her act this way... That incredibly ugly Fishn God even seriously warned the Goddess of the Sea, if feeling Talos is gone and needs to attach to a male god, best to just smile without speaking.
Certainly, absolutely don’t favor him.
Although Ambori established considerable confidence through Lu Huayu’s prolonged praise and complints, when facing the even more confident Sahua Fishn Lord, she abandoned the idea of maintaining an image and directly cursed.
Of course, they might be accustod to fighting; even with such intense insults, the clash between tridents never stopped, creating a particularly fast rhythm among the Sharkn and Sahua Fishn.
Ambori’s Sharkn were clearly weaker than the battle-hardened Sahua Fishn; had it not been for the tens of thousands of Undead Tribe stepping on the shark’s back to charge along, they likely would have been defeated long ago.
Lu Huayu, standing on the ship directing his family mbers’ battle, looked despairingly at Ambori: Sekola at least fights for the power of Darkness... an ugly fairy tale story, his Sahua Fishn in seaside cities have always been more renowned than the Old Witch.
No choice, the Old Witch is just a legend, these Fishn that constantly raid fishing boats and rchant teams are the real reality.
Initially, Snow Cloud Peak judged this Fishn Lord would cause trouble, also because Ambori was hiding on Ningbrol Island, avoiding him.
This one, worthy of being from Hell, though also interested in the Path of Destiny, after realizing Ambori’s weakness, could approach this Goddess of the Sea... Sharkn and Sahua Fishn may appear different, but ultimately, both are shark-related races.
Especially controlling sharks, an ability this Sahua Fishn Lord has always coveted.
The hatred between him and Ambori is mainly about faith related to Toril and sharks.
However, Sekola’s interest in the Path of Destiny is evident... Ambori, who always followed his moves, discovered he kept tracking those Quel Senta female mages, naturally informing the Undead Tribe.
Other than lacking in ability, the Goddess of the Sea is skilled at spreading information... Talos barely tolerates her mainly for that.
Though unclear what he intends, Snow Cloud Peak didn’t plan to study thoroughly... Even NPCs suddenly changing drastically, yesterday helping the world, today falling into evil, is perfectly normal?
He just needs to prepare combat plans for potential enemies.
Lu Huayu, even less need to figure out such complex matters, finds himself strangely saddened: wondering whether Ambori pays no mind to the power of Darkness soaring to the Starry Sky behind is out of self-awareness?
Is her head so incapable that she can’t imagine she can fight for this power herself.
Anyway, the Goddess of the Sea just wants Sekola to return all the sharks of Toril to her... Yes, she wants sharks and hasn’t thought of anything else.
Not even a single demand for the Sahua Fishn to leave her ocean realm!
’Lu Huayu’ paced back and forth at the bow of the ship, feeling as restless as a hundred claws scratching at his heart, finally closing his eyes: Damn, does he enjoy being an assistant so much it’s self-abuse?
But he always thinks that if the obvious victor Ambori returns with this little trophy, he will surely be ashad!
Under his command! How could there be no advantages gained?
’Lu Huayu’ angrily rolled up his sleeves and shouted loudly: "Honorable Sea Queen, let handle this!
Negotiations are such a minor issue, is it worth your personal involvent?
Does that stinking fish head deserve it?"
Sekola was stunned, looking confused at the mage who stepped onto the shark-head and flew over, then turned to Ambori: "Since when did you also start raising mages like so Goddess’s toy boy?
No way~ You and Shuni are really not on the sa page, you’ll be ridiculed to death~"
"Oh NM!" Ambori spoke viciously, "Looking for soone to offer advice, huh... could only be a devil?
Be careful not to sell your fish eggs into slavery!"
"Ah... sotis Ambori’s spouts are quite nice, as long as he’s not cursing ."
Lansendel sighed deeply, flapping his wings, then craned his neck to watch the fierce battle between the crabs and the devilfish... The double-headed baboon had already rushed into the dinsional space tangled with the witch’s army.
Without him at the side, the embroidered crabs certainly wouldn’t waste energy baryte anymore, directly engaging in a brawl with that group of devilfish.
Though the devilfish’s slippery body has strong defenses, even the embroidered crab’s sharp pincers can’t snap them at once, but then again, whether Undead Tribe or crabs, render the devilfish’s strongest attack—vampirism useless.
Thus, although that battlefield is the most intense, neither side plans to retreat a step, yet to onlookers, it’s rather uninteresting.
After all, a glance sees crabs snapping fish, a couple more glances still sees the sa.
Dinsional space is similar, though the double-headed baboon possesses boundless strength, the witches’ feeble curse still serves so purpose... however, it proves one thing, even Dimogogan has a soul.
Moreover, as one of the abyss’s most powerful demons, the Lord of Hell always thoroughly researches on him, hence the witches are trying to make his two heads conflict.
Though this curse occasionally succeeds, as the level difference is quite large, Dimogogan can recover after a while.
However, the Countess of Ghosts appears on the verge of exploding but hasn’t yet; she’s already dizzy from the conflicting forces, despite chaotic actions, occasionally hitting the double-headed baboon with attacks causing considerable damage.
Dimogogan, though impulsive, is never foolish. Though unwilling to depart, always circles around the airborne Night Ghost Hag.
That side is in a rather uninteresting stalemate.
So Lansendel quickly shifted his attention back to Edna’s side.
Then he muttered to himself: "This, Wilko seems a bit off!
Yet this avatar indeed belongs to the Sailor God himself!
Could it be... swallowed as well?"
"I rember that Wilko beca famous for challenging Ambori?" Shaer said thoughtfully, "Using a shield that can reflect all attacks?
What about An He? What’s his connection to the ocean?"
"An He was protecting mortals at the hands of Sahua Fishn." Celene said unhappily, "But... he should have been protecting his own property, slave ships."
"Don’t you usually have a good relationship with Wilko? Don’t recognize him?" Shaer asked Celene.
Celene, having a navigator divinity and maintaining friendly relations with the Sailor God who liked crossing Ferun Ocean during his demigod powers in storms.
"Wilko, in essence, is the epito of all those captains who could navigate their ships through any spells cast by Berserkers All Gods." Celene blinked, "Illusions, you know.
Before entering Josse Garden, drop one or two outside, if picked up by soone, there’s nothing to be done.
Wilko himself doesn’t care much either.
After all, unless concerning a deity worshipped by sailors, who could pick one up to use it?
And those deities related to sailor worship... in Toril, besides him, isn’t Ambori the one?
Talos is another matter."
"However, An He can." Shaer summarized Celene’s words, making a judgnt.
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