Pulak Eggers, floating in mid-air, surrounded and held aloft by the undead, had pale flames burning in his eyes. His spirit spread out, and relying on his demigod status, he forcefully unified all the surrounding undead, making them orderly from their chaotic state.
"This is definitely the largest ritual magic I've ever used. It gathers the power of many people and spirits, and in a sense, it's a man-made miracle."
"The Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom's attainments in the field of magic are beyond imagination, leading the entire world."
After two sighs, Pulak quickly composed himself and began to unify the vast number of undead around him, making them pray to the great existence in the language of the dead.
Illusory and ethereal voices rose and fell, layer upon layer, like a grand choir.
"Sage who comprehends the world, You are the essence of knowledge, the source of mysteries, the light of civilization, and the upholder of truth."
Amidst the repeated prayers, a Cosmos shimmering with stars was projected, enveloping the entire Oleston Port in a brilliant sea of stars.
The surrounding chill of the dead and the aura of death quickly receded. Under the starlight, the originally hideous and terrifying soul bodies, undead, and Natural Spirits all exuded a sense of holiness from within.
A crimson light flared up around Anderson. The frost on his eyebrows, hair, and clothes rapidly evaporated, the stiffness in his body quickly disappeared, and the numbness in his soul gradually dissipated under the Purification of the starlight.
He glanced at the people around him who had not yet recovered from the invasion of the dense death aura, and sighed, shaking his head:
"Sure enough, at a time like this, it still depends on me, the strongest Hunter of the Fog Sea, to act!"
As soon as he finished speaking, crimson flames rose around him, quickly forming a group of fire crows. He manipulated them to fly in all directions, using the heat of the flames to quickly restore the stiff bodies of the crowd.
Sizzle!
A sound like shattering glass suddenly echoed in the air. The people on the ground looked up in astonishment and saw the silver-white barrier, which was a materialized form of Guardian power, shatter into specks of light, rapidly dissipating amidst the cannon fire.
On the deck of the Black Emperor, floating in mid-air, a sea of stars suddenly reflected in Parsana's eyes. Around her, one star after another emerged, densely packed and dazzling, quickly covering the Black Emperor.
The Black Emperor, bathed in the faint starlight, was like an arrow, flying out in an instant, piercing through the broken barrier and cannon fire, and rushing towards the Steel fleet on the sea.
The Black Emperor, transformed into starlight, was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, it had already appeared amidst the Intis fleet.
Without giving the opponent a chance to react, Nast held a Black Emperor card in one hand and rested the other on the ship's rail. A phantom eight parts similar to Roselle floated out of thin air and overlapped with Nast.
Under the blessing of the Black Emperor card's power and Pathway, Nast, the King of the Five Seas, briefly touched the angel Sequence.
Under his enhancement, the Black Emperor was like a powerful cannonball, directly smashing into the sea and unleashing a terrifying tsunami.
At the same time, he used the angel-level "Chaos" ability, directly affecting the structure, standard of measurement, and accuracy of attacks of objects within a large area of the surrounding sea, making the well-equipped Intis fleet temporarily unable to mount an effective resistance.
The sudden monstrous waves directly engulfed all the ships on the sea. Swept away by the tide, they either sank to the bottom of the sea, were pushed to the shore, or fell into the dangerous waters around them.
And the Black Emperor, which had caused all of this, at the moment Nast's enhanced power disappeared, this giant sailing ship directly dematerialized and entered the Spirit World, escaping the dangerous area by means of "Sights in the Spirit World."
At Oleston Port's dock, the sacred undead spontaneously rushed towards the sea, forming a high wall composed of countless transparent soul bodies, replacing the previous Guardian barrier and blocking the Intis fleet's artillery offensive.
The moment the high wall formed, Edwina took a step forward, her eyes covered with a light blue glow. A book bound with parchment automatically flipped open in front of her, and an Omniscient Eye emerged on the pages, rapidly scanning the constantly floating pages and the changing content on them.
In mid-air, Pulak Eggers, surrounded by countless undead, suddenly turned his head to look in Edwina's direction. The aura around this Vice Admiral Iceberg seemed to undergo some unknown change at this moment, a change that made him inexplicably tremble.
The aura emanating from an extremely noble soul, even if I become a Death Consul, it seems difficult to directly behold that will itself. Is this, has a truly great existence acted?
This thought merely flashed through Pulak Eggers' mind. The continuous attacks prevented him from thinking about anything else.
Within the brilliant sea of stars, cold and indifferent eyes grew, rapidly absorbing and transmitting information, connecting everyone together to form a huge network.
In a state of absolute rationality, Edwina became unusually calm, her thoughts exceptionally active, processing all information in an orderly manner, and making the most appropriate decisions in the shortest possible time.
Under her command, a group of people wearing classical Warlock robes appeared in various parts of the port, releasing prepared spells that merged into the transparent soul bodies, to be unleashed at a certain moment.
On the soul bodies that were at the forefront, forming the high wall, a golden light occasionally flashed, intercepting the cannon fire.
This was the "Stiano Golden Armor Art," comparable to the defensive power of a Sequence 5 Guardian. After modifications by the Moses Ascetic Order and the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, it finally evolved into a group spell that could be cast by multiple beings together, assembled according to a specific structure.
"War is the art of collective effort!"
"But not only the War Bishop can truly achieve telepathy and gather the power of people, objects, and spirits; the power of knowledge can do the same."
Edwina murmured, as if proclaiming, in a low voice. She stood at the forefront of the crowd on the dock, her clothes fluttering up and down in the wind stirred by the undead, her brown hair flowing backward, making her look heroic, rational, wise, and decisive.
Behind her, Danitz and Orpheus and the others were stunned, even forgetting to breathe.
"Tsk, a bunch of good-for-nothing fellows."
Anderson squinted at Danitz and the others around him, whose eyes were wide open and who didn't even dare to blink, scoffing disdainfully. Seeing no one respond, he twitched the corner of his mouth and said in a tone of admiration:
"Let me tell you some exciting news: when I was in school, I even pulled your captain's hair."
Anderson's words were like pouring a bucket of oil onto a blazing fire. With a bang, he ignited the anger in the hearts of most of the men around him.
The surrounding gazes seemed to want to flay him alive, piece by piece, and then throw him into the sea to feed the fish.
"Bullshit, you son of a bitch."
"Damn bastard, I haven't even—"
The voices of the crowd condemning Anderson were quickly drowned out by the rumbling sound of the waves. A gigantic wave, as if connecting the sky and the sea, surged into everyone's view.
Even Anderson, who considered himself well-traveled, couldn't help but take a step back at this moment. The oppressive feeling of the massive wave was simply too strong, giving a suffocating sensation that made one unable to breathe.
"Shit, how can there be such a terrifying tsunami—"
The rumbling sound of the waves and the wailing of the undead mingled together, drowning out the exclamations and noise of the crowd in Anderson's ears, making him feel dizzy and disoriented, as if he could collapse at any moment.
So uncomfortable, I can't breathe, am I going to die? In a daze, Anderson struggled to chant the honorific name of The Fool:
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era... The Mysterious Ruler above the Gray Fog... The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck."
He didn't know why he thought of chanting the honorific name of Mr. Fool at this moment. Perhaps it was an instinctive reaction when fearing death, wanting to grasp at every possible straw that could save his life.
As soon as Mr. Fool's honorific name was chanted, he received a response. Dense grayish-white mist surged into his vision, and a tall angel with twelve pairs of grayish-white wings and an indiscernible face flew out from the Gray Fog, wrapping him layer upon layer with its wings.
The low hum echoing in Anderson's mind suddenly disappeared. He shook his head and let out a long breath.
After recovering, he instinctively surveyed his surroundings. The surging waves were blocked by a pale gold high wall formed by countless undead, unable to fall, but they were pressing against the high wall of undead, inching closer to the shore.
Above the Gray Fog, Klein observed this scene through the connection he had established with Anderson. He held the blue sea god scepter in his hand, but he hesitated to act to dispel this terrifying tsunami.
"This tsunami is mixed with a very high level of power, somewhat similar to the Black Emperor Pathway's power. The sea god scepter may not be able to dispel it easily, and besides—"
After a pause, Klein's gaze flickered towards Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina. He saw divinity on her, not her own, but a divinity of extremely high Pathway.
With just a glance, Klein shifted his gaze. The Seer's instinct prevented him from prying further; doing so seemed extremely dangerous.
Edwina's state is somewhat strange. This doesn't seem like a normal divine descent; it's more like the God of Knowledge and Wisdom used some method to temporarily lend His power to Edwina, allowing her to exert power beyond her Sequence.
As thoughts drifted, he saw the Omniscient Eye floating on the book in front of Edwina look at him, seeing him.
Immediately, a slightly aged but extremely solemn and majestic voice echoed above the Gray Fog:
"End this tsunami."