While Sark and Atlan's two black-sail battleships were being chased up and down by the great Knight like rabbits, it was a different scene 50 kilometers away from the forward island.
The sails of the heavily armed cruiser Morning Star's front and main mast were slanted to the sides as it floated quietly on the surface of the sea like a sailboat braking.
It remained motionless despite the howling of the wind and snow.
In the slightly cramped captain's cabin, Captain Elvin, First Officer Boris, Navigator Milan, Boatswain Gary, and Captain Robbins — a total of five Extraordinaires who were supposed to head to the forward island like Woolf, Hayes, and the others to risk their lives, were currently sitting together … Well, drinking tea.
Excellent black tea from the Peacock Islands, soufflé cakes, butter muffins, and caramel pudding meticulously prepared by the ship's chef.
"Not bad. After frequent contact with the Donglun branch company, the richness of the ingredients has increased by a notch.
It's really been a while since I've eaten the delicacies of my hometown. I'm basking in Captain Elvin's glory again, hahaha … "
Robbins was even in a good mood as he joked.
If the other two captains, who were running for their lives and didn't know if they could survive, were to see this scene, they would probably vomit blood from anger!
In reality …
Other than the initial meeting with the seabirds, Morning Star had never approached the forward island from the beginning to the end. It had been drifting in the safety zone at the periphery.
All the targets on the island were no different to him, who was remotely commanding from tens of kilometers away.
Not to mention the three supply warehouses closest to the mainland, even if all seven warehouses were handed over to him, it wouldn't be a problem at all. With more than 600 moles, the ratio of the normal Shilius garrison had reached an astonishing 2: 5.
'Oh my Goddess, to be able to infiltrate to such an extent is unprecedented in normal battles.
'Eh, the highest level of infiltration is probably to kill all the witnesses. There's probably another type of infiltration.
'Turning all the enemies into our own …?'
Right now, the Extraordinaire officers on the battleships were all connected by Milan's spiritual connection. Through the vision of the seabirds sent over in advance, it was as if they were watching a free blockbuster.
Especially when they were drinking tea and eating the pastries that the chef had specially prepared for them, it was really relaxing and comfortable.
However, even if they were to drink plain water, they wouldn't be in a bad mood. There was a saying, "Happiness is all about comparison!"
Compared to them, Sark and Atlan …
Wa ya ya ya! This was simply going too far!
Elvin felt that this battle must have been a wise decision he made with his unrestricted self-awareness after he successfully overcame the influence of the adventurer's blood.
That's right, that must be it.
Elvin sipped a mouthful of black tea without any condiments when he saw the last blazing flame. He let out a sigh of relief and said to Besmir who was standing on a wooden shelf in the corner of the captain's cabin.
"That's enough. It's clear that our puppet troops have done an excellent job. There's no need to send out more bombers."
"Yes, sir!"
As Elvin's herald, the snow-white owl, who had a military position on the battleship, raised its wings and saluted to Elvin.
Elvin's previous battle plan was very simple. Let the captured puppet soldiers board the "forward island" in the name of a shipwreck. With the concealment of the "puppet potion" itself, there was no need to worry about the risk of them being exposed.
If they entered places such as the colonial governor's mansion, the Cathedral of True Gods, or a large naval base, they might be exposed after a long period of hiding. However, on this deserted island a few months ago where magic-type Extraordinaire powers were weak, there was no problem at all.
Moreover, even if there was a problem, Elvin had prepared a follow-up bombing plan for the seabirds.
The puppet troops were originally soldiers with excellent military accomplishments. Elvin provided them with the necessary equipment.
The special "sprites" used to set fires were modified in shape so that they could be "carried around" without worrying about a superficial body search. The "laughing spores" used to paralyze people almost emptied Elvin's current inventory.
After being cultivated by witchcraft, the tiny spores, which were only 4-6 microns in diameter, were blown to more than half of the island by the wind. Even Extraordinaires would find it difficult to discover them if they were not on guard. The result was that everyone was affected.
Except for the puppet soldiers who had taken the corresponding antidote in advance, and …
"Hmm? As expected, it's impossible to complete the mission smoothly after being on guard. There are pros and cons. "
In the seabird's field of vision, after the explosion of one of the two large warehouses that were still burning, the flames in one of them were strangely extinguished quickly.
This scene was familiar.
That was … the Church of Eternal Fire's [Divine Spell: Fire Immunity].
Obviously, no matter how slow the clergy of the church was, he had arrived at the place where he was most needed.
If it wasn't for the blizzard, with the Church of Eternal Fire's sensitivity to fire, he should have immediately noticed when the fire rose. The breakout troops would have to pay a price several times higher to achieve their goal.
Perhaps they really had to thank the Goddess of Frost Breath, Skadi's favor because legend said that her holy abode was at the northernmost end of the world. It was also the source of the cold wave in the Eternal White Land, the deepest part of the Kingdom of Ice and Snow.
Just like this moment, after this Stage 2 clergy appeared, he only needed to use a divine spell to extinguish the burning fire.
"But, it doesn't matter!"
Snap!
He snapped his fingers again.
The seabirds sent the corresponding signal, and a group of death squads that had been waiting outside the warehouse rushed forward without hesitation.
They took out a bunch of dark green potions and gray powder that were shaped like test tubes (as for why they were shaped like test tubes instead of balls, anyone who knew …). Some of them charged at the warehouse fearlessly, and some charged at the priest who suddenly appeared here.
Of course, it was also the clergy who had checked the physical conditions of these soldiers a few hours ago, the only Stage 2 Transcendent on the island, Dolbert.
While charging, they shouted, "Breaking Dawn, Dawn! The most holy of gods! "
"How dare you! You … You've really been possessed by evil! "
Dolbert was covered in light red supernatural aura, blocking the tiny spores that had spread out after the test tubes exploded.
The bearded clergy was so angry that his beard was bristling. He slammed the gem staff in his hand on the ground, and the dazzling red halo easily knocked down the soldiers who were at most trainees.
The Church of Eternal Fire had always regarded the Church of Dawn, whose clergy partly overlapped, as their mortal enemy. Now that the soldiers shouted such words, how could he not be angry?
But there were just too many puppet soldiers, each warehouse had close to two hundred of them. The others used this time to throw out the "voodoo potions" in their hands.
"Pa!" "Pa!" "Pa!" With a series of crisp sounds, the dark green poison mist exploded in the materials that were still intact on the inside, quickly seeping inside. Even if they weren't burned, they couldn't be used anymore.
Zi la, zi la …
"Retreat!"
The final mission had been completed, so it was impossible for the soldiers who still had normal minds to fight to the death with this Transcendent.
Looking at the soldiers who scattered and fled, he had a choice between chasing them and rushing to the last warehouse to see if he could make up for his losses.
Dolbert angrily stomped his foot and chose the latter.
"Sack Empire! Even if these soldiers weren't messed with by you, you definitely won't miss your part in this attack! Let's wait and see! "
Gezhi! Gezhi!
At this time, the escaping soldiers were walking on the island. Amidst the laughter, it was as if they had entered an uninhabited land. Braving the heavy snow, they quickly rushed to the dock.
For the Tulip Family.
No matter how much they criticized Shilius' totalitarianism, backward industry, militarism, and debt … They were still the world's number one in terms of overall strength.
The goal of this battle was to make them retreat, not to force them into a desperate situation and make them fight to the death. They couldn't have any thoughts of taking revenge for their comrades, so they were bound to win.
So even if most of the Shilius soldiers had lost their resistance under the effect of the laughter spores, Elvin didn't order the puppet soldiers to finish them off.
Of course he wouldn't leave empty-handed.
The higher Elvin's position was, the more he understood the benefits of wealth. Especially when he was managing more and more crew members, something like "benefits" was more useful than any divine weapon.
"Board the ships!"
After that, the less than six hundred people left in the conflict were divided into two groups. They boarded the two fifth-grade ships that were docked at the shore in the best condition. After dealing with the garrison on the ships, they set sail and disappeared into the wind and snow without any hindrance.
Behind them, the last two ships that belonged to Shilius slowly capsized under the endless enthusiasm of the "little sprites".
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha …"
"Hahahahaha …"
At this moment, in the command center, the laughter of the officers had yet to stop.
However, amidst the laughter, there were occasional heart-wrenching coughs.
"Hahahahaha … Cough cough … Hahahahaha …"
The Great Knight Darius's face was abnormally red. His internal organs were in great pain, and his muscles were twitching. Even though he was supporting himself on the table, he looked like he would fall to the ground at any moment.
It had been a long time. Although he was still laughing, his eyes were starting to lose focus.
"… Hahahahaha … So … It's a curse … Hahahaha … Ugh …"
His vision was blurry.
Darius's life quickly replayed in his mind. In the end, it stopped at an old man who was shedding tears of blood. He pointed at himself and shouted with all his might.
"I curse you in the name of the Draper Tribe's ancestors and the God of Death, Wuhao!
I curse you butchers that none of you will be able to return to your homeland alive!
....”
"Is there no one …?"
His soul was getting lighter and lighter, and the laughter around him was getting further and further away …
Before he completely drifted into a grayish-white world, he looked back one last time.
He seemed to see a black, hazy monster that looked like an eagle and a man standing above him, looking at him with a pair of cold, mocking eyes.
It looked very similar to the totem pole of the native God of Death, Wuhao, that he had once cut down.
The next moment.
Just like that, the Tier Three Great Knight Darius was … laughed to death by the [Laughter Spores].
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