The fleet glided over, marking the water as it advanced towards the Sea of Moisture.
As they passed through above.
So broken limbs and flesh were dragged into the water by sothing, likely carnivorous.
"Bang!"
With a sound of the sea surface breaking.
Amongst the splashes, a fish with sharp teeth, about three ters long and extrely bizarre in appearance, leapt out, nearly grotesque.
"Boom!"
A loud thunderous noise.
A gray-blue lightning shot directly from the side.
It narrowly missed Jason's shoulder standing by the ship edge and hit the bizarre fish about to bite Jason.
The gray-blue lightning struck that strange fish accurately, creating a massive gash, causing a third of its body to disintegrate swiftly and lose life, falling into the seawater.
As it sank, countless similar fish gathered around, starting to nibble on its corpse.
Pororo strode over, observing the situation below, his lightning pattern glowing brightly.
A large number of electric flashes penetrated into the seawater below.
With these electric flashes pouring into the sea.
Smoke floated out as eerie sea fish surfaced in patches, only to be bitten and dragged back underwater.
Watching this scene, Alka frowned deeply.
So of these fish with lower infections still vaguely resemble their forr species, which they had eaten before.
A large portion has beco completely deford, indistinguishable from their original breed.
Yet it's evident all have been altered by so power, not naturally occurring entities.
Julia stood at the ship's edge, observing the sea's condition outside, as a coin floated beside her, endlessly flipping.
"What's with these fish? Why have they beco like this?" Jason asked nearby, puzzled.
"They're desecrating the ocean!" Pororo was extrely furious, the lightning patterns on him even extending to his face, appearing exceptionally ferocious.
Not just him, even Matilda and Julia behind him were filled with uncontrollable anger.
As corpses floated out, more and more strange fish gathered here.
The trio began using their abilities to clear the fish below.
The Sound of Dawn hadn't reached the edge yet; Alka joined in the action to clear these strange fish.
Although they knew their actions were a drop in the ocean for such a large sea area.
Two Church teams traveled behind them.
The Holy Mother Church, the captain of one of the ships watched Akka and their actions.
"The shark man on their ship is actually a Storm Champion?" He turned in confusion to a Priest beside him.
"We only found out now, too." This Priest was the Holy Mother team's contact with Alka.
Fairly familiar with Alka.
"A Storm Champion, indeed quite powerful."
The leading person said.
Soon, the fleet fully approached the edge of the Sea of Moisture.
Alka took the Swallow out from the ship's opening and sailed away.
As they sailed out, the Sound of Dawn gradually moved away into the distance.
Alka waited on the marsh for the Church team behind to finish organizing.
Several giant steel ships docked side by side at the edge of Sea of Moisture, followed by chanical roars.
All ships' sides opened rows and rows of openings side by side.
Boat-like structures floated out directly, dragging huge floating platforms behind them.
Carrying various chanical constructs and Church mbers on the platforms.
The machine also roared madly towards the direction of the Holy Mother Church.
"Lord Sarati."
The leading figure of the Holy Mother Church, a middle-aged man nad Sarati, waved a hand, watching the direction of the Holy Machine Church: "Hmph, childish."
Turning, he spoke to the Priests and Knights behind him: "Bring out our boats!"
"Yes!"
With the command, gentle beams of light floated from the battleships behind, weaving into shapes of one boat after another in the air.
Church mbers behind rode upon them.
"Are they competing?" Lucilia sitting on Alka's shoulder asked curiously.
Alka smiled and nodded.
Thinking so too, after all, belonging to two different Divines, yet residing on one island, separated.
While appearing harmonious, undoubtedly competing in the shadows, in various ways.
This might not necessarily be a bad thing.
As they spoke.
That middle-aged man nad Alati, leading the Holy Mother Church, approached via the light-woven boat towards Alka.
Alka finally had the ti to observe this leader.
With sowhat dry wheat-colored mid-length hair, noticeable scars on both forehead and chin, even his beard was not well-trimd, appearing a bit unkempt.
Wearing soft, fitted light armor, overlaid with a cloak-like outer garnt.
Looking akin to a wandering Knight.
A Giant Sword about 1.6 ters long slung diagonally across his back, with two daggers strapped to his calves.
From another direction, the leader of the Holy Machine Church also arrived by chanical speedboat.
This leader appeared very distinct.
A burly man over two ters tall, skin sowhat dark, with visible sunburn marks.
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