Fourth-level atavism, weaver form!
Fourth-level atavism, wolf form!
Third-level atavism, bestial bull form!
The three lurkers beside Halsey were none other than Spencer, Bettin, and Taffman!
Taking advantage of the chaos, they boarded the ship, assassinated three guards, and assumed their identities.
They approached General Halsey unnoticed.
"Damn it! Assassins!"
General Halsey finally lost his composure.
He cursed in rage.
The three guards behind him, before they could even atavism, were transformed into stone statues by a puff of green smoke from Taffman!
Thick poisonous smoke spread across the armor.
The sailors who had rushed to protect the admiral upon hearing the news stiffened from the smoke, one after another transforming into cold stone statues!
Admiral Halsey, shocked by the scene, was secretly grateful.
Grateful that he had transformed into his elemental form beforehand, becoming immune to the petrifying smoke.
However, he soon realized that his congratulations were premature.
The ponytailed wolf girl sneered and threw a paper bag!
Puff!
The paper bag struck the water elemental giant, instantly bursting and spewing out a large amount of dark yellow powder.
This was a powerful desiccant Beiting had personally formulated. It was incredibly absorbent, instantly crystallizing upon contact with moisture!
Halsey's skin, stained by the desiccant, was like a crusted scab, losing its elasticity.
The slightest movement tore the scab apart.
The water in his body gushed out like a raging stream!
Halsey clenched his fists, shocked and furious.
These despicable assassins had clearly come prepared.
Who had betrayed him?
The question sent a chill down his spine.
…
On the flagship's armor plate.
The sounds of a fierce struggle rang out.
Spenza, Bettin, and Taffman laid siege to Halsey.
The admiral's roars and cries for help continued intermittently...
The sailors on the flagship rushed to the rescue upon hearing the news.
However, upon reaching the deck, they were turned to stone by the poisonous fumes.
Other warships were still bombarding the immigrant ship.
The sky above the dock was filled with the roar of cannons.
Admiral Halsey's cries for help were completely inaudible.
On the command ship, there were four third-level sorcerers, including Halsey's aide-de-camp.
Seeing that things were going badly, they quickly led a group of elite sailors to rescue Admiral Halsey.
Halsey's lieutenant was an early-stage third-tier wind sorcerer.
He chanted a spell, unleashing "Wind Creation" to counter the petrifying gas that permeated the armor.
"Súré!"
A fierce wind blew, lifting a corner of the green curtain.
Stone statues in various poses could be vaguely seen.
The lieutenant's scalp tingled at the sight.
Even more terrifying was yet to come.
After finally dispelling the poisonous gas from the armor,
Many strange figures appeared around them.
Swish, swish, swish!!
A swarm of spiders, larger than wheel wheels, scurried over on the seawater, scrambling up the side of the ship and onto the armor.
Spewing webs and baring fangs, they launched a frenzied attack on everyone! Simultaneously, a terrifying buzzing roar echoed overhead! Swarms of giant bees swooped down.
Furiously, the stingers stung the sailors trapped in spider webs on their armor! Screams echoed.
The adjutant and the others were trapped by the sudden swarm of insects. For a moment, Teng was unable to come forward to support Admiral Halsey! Pantheon and Tanya were fourth-tier sorcerers on the flagship, second only to Halsey in strength.
If they had intervened, it would have been easy to save Admiral Halsey. But...
Father and daughter exchanged a glance, their understanding tacit.
Pretending not to hear Halsey's call for help, they left the briefing room.
Taking advantage of the chaos on board, they rushed to rescue Allen!
...
Bang!
Tanya kicked open the cabin door and strode into the interrogation room!
The scene before her startled her.
The captain of the military police, his hands tied behind his back, was hanging from the ground.
A smoking brand was stuck in his buttocks.
He was dead, his head drooping.
In his left hand, Allen held a prescription and in his right, a whip.
He smiled faintly at his teacher and senior sister.
"The penitent is really effective!"
He had used his venom gland to replicate the penitent he had drunk earlier and purified it.
Using a bone spur as a syringe, he injected the marshal with an injection, finding it more effective than oral administration.
After that, the marshal confessed everything he knew.
He obediently handed over the penitent formula.
Allen compared the formula.
He discovered that one of the herbs was called "Heart-Losing Grass."
It was the unique ingredient identified by the Gluttony system!
…
On the deck of the "Sapphire."
Halsey was besieged by Spanner, Bettin, and Tuffman.
After a bitter fight, they fell in a pool of blood.
Spanna stepped on Halsey's corpse, laughing heartily.
"A great feat! We've accomplished our goal!"
"Don't get too excited yet, retreat!"
Beiting looked around warily.
Before the enemy could close in, she grasped Spanna and Taffman's hands and opened a "portal."
With a swish, three figures vanished in a distorted silver halo.
In a flash, they were transported to the dock.
The three blended into the crowd and quickly fled!
The giant bees and spiders on the armor also retreated with their masters, vanishing without a trace in an instant.
Shortly thereafter, a sea breeze dissipated the petrifying gas.
Pantheon, Tanya, and Allen, following General Halsey's aide-de-camp, hurried up to the armored column.
Seeing General Halsey lying stiffly in a pool of blood, the aide-de-camp was terrified.
Alan approached, leaning over, pretending to test Halsey's breath.
In reality, he was shielding Halsey's body from view with his own body as he quietly implanted parasitic spores, transforming Halsey's corpse into a fungus beast.
"Don't panic! General, you're still alive!"
Alan reached out and lifted the fungus beast Halsey. Using the remote control, the fungus beast opened its eyes, emitting a weak groan.
The officers around them felt a sense of relief at the sight.
However, they soon discovered their joy was premature.
Halsey, the fungus beast, was dying, seemingly ready to die at any moment.
The ship's doctor came over to examine him, shaking his head and sighing.
"I'm sorry, but I'm limited and can't save your Excellency."
"By the way, who is Mr. Allen Panthers?"
The doctor suddenly remembered something and looked around.
"I am." Allen raised his hand.
"You invented the cure for lycanthropy?"
The doctor used honorifics.
"I suppose so." Allen smiled modestly.
"As a pharmacist, what do you think of the general's condition?"
"Very critical, but he can still be saved."
"Oh! Tell me more!" the adjutant interrupted.
"I can't say I can completely cure the general, but extending his life for two or three months shouldn't be a problem."
"But I have one condition."
Allen said calmly.
"General, you must lend us your warship to transport the refugees from Quint Port safely to Silver Moon Island!"
Borrowing a naval fleet to transport refugees?
Upon hearing Allen's offer, the officers on the deck all looked disheartened!
This was clearly against the rules.
But hadn't Admiral Halsey had a history of violating regulations?
This was a matter of grave importance, and Admiral Halsey was the only one in the entire fleet who could make such a decision.
Admiral Halsey, leaning against Allen's arm, seemed to be caught in a dilemma.
He had spent two or three months bedridden, just for his own sake.
Mobilizing naval fleets and using public resources for personal gain—was that the right thing to do?
As a soldier, at the height of the war, was it reasonable to lead a fleet away from the battlefield to transport refugees?
From the perspective of national interests, it was clearly inappropriate and irrational!
It was a completely selfish act, disregarding the greater good!
If Admiral Halsey were an upright soldier, prioritizing loyalty to his country, he should have categorically rejected Allen's offer!
He was willing to sacrifice himself, setting an example for his officers and soldiers, and becoming a heroic martyr!
The question is, was Admiral Halsey willing to die a heroic death?
Under the watchful eyes of the public.
After a long moment of deliberation, the general, as expected, nodded and accepted Allen's offer.
…
In the valley outside Quint Town.
The Beast Cult's secret encampment.
Spanner, Beiting, Taffman, and the others were overjoyed, toasting their victory!
Two happy events today.
The first is the successful assassination of enemy Admiral Halsey!
The second is that our sworn enemies, Pantheon, Tanya, Allen, and others, are about to escort refugees away from Quint Island by boat!
Quint Island will soon be back in the hands of the Beast Cult!
Although the enemy retreated on their own initiative, the credit still goes to Spana, Bettin, and the others.
"The assassination was a resounding success, and everyone present deserves credit!"
"You'll be honored upon returning to Red Moon Island after the battle!"
"Especially Tufman, whose performance was exceptional!"
"You almost single-handedly stopped Halsey's guards. Such courage is truly remarkable!"
Spana praised Tufman profusely.
She smiled at Beiting and said, "Tafman is your trusted and beloved general. He's done a great job. As his mistress, you're proud. You must reward him well tonight!"
"Bah! You little slut, your mind is full of sex. Aren't you ashamed?"
Beiting rolled her eyes at her bestie and turned to look at Tafman, her eyes filled with relief.
Spanna had guessed right.
She was already eager to make out with Tafman.
Who could have imagined that this seemingly rough, bald giant could be so brave and skilled in bed, yet also so gentle and attentive.
Beiting had had many male favorites, but none could compare to Tafman in this respect. This made her incredibly happy; she felt like she'd found a treasure!
Others considered Tafman taciturn and not very intelligent.
However, Beiting simply loved his awkwardness and simple nature.
She herself was a sharp-tongued genius, and she hated smart people who were just as snarky!
For a couple like her, one of them was smart enough.
The honest Tafman never argued with her, but patiently listened to her chatter, even when it was irrational.
Beiting was very pleased with her new male lover, but she didn't want to show it too openly in front of Spanna.
Spanna's praise of Tufman in front of everyone made her both proud and somewhat uneasy.
She worried that Spanna had already seen that Tufman was a gem with great potential, which was not a good thing!
Betting was secretly wary of Spanna, fearing that her hidden treasure would be snatched away by this playboy!
Beware of fire, theft, and best friends—no joke!
Under the table, Beiting quietly reached out and caressed Tufman's muscular thigh, expressing her tender affection.
Outwardly, she was still critical of him.
Her words were tinged with sarcasm.
"Haha! That idiot, Taffman, has a broken brain!"
"No matter how much effort I put into training him, he'll never become a capable general. He's only fit to be my personal bodyguard!"
"Since Spanna has spoken, if I don't give you a little treat, I'd seem mean and ungrateful."
As she spoke, she opened her storage bag.
She pulled out a bottle of first-grade aging potion, personally concocted from expensive ingredients.
With the arrogance of someone giving a bone to a stray dog, she tossed the potion to Taffman.
"Thank you, Miss, for the gift!"
Taffman had already received the same potion from Ellen, but his face was filled with gratitude.
This wasn't all an act.
He remembered all the kindness Beiting had shown him.
He put his junior fellow apprentice, Allen, first, followed by his teacher, his senior sister, and Beiting.
He would fulfill the mission entrusted to him by his junior apprentice, but he would do his utmost to avoid harming Beiting herself.
Allen also agreed with his bottom line.
Those without a bottom line are not worth collaborating with.
The assassination of Halsey was a successful example of tacit cooperation between the two parties, resulting in a win-win situation! "Tafman, you should know how valuable the anti-aging agent is."
"Beiting gifted you such a precious gift, which shows how much she expects of you!"
Spanna said seriously.
"From now on, you must perform well, accumulate military merits, and strive to earn the qualification to follow Beiting into the Red Moon Secret Realm for training."
"If you can advance to the fourth level soon, you will have the opportunity to become the son-in-law of the Wolf family and make the mistress your woman!"
"Spanna! What are you talking about!"
Beiting blushed and grumbled.
"I don't like a big, goofy guy like Taffman!"
"Taffman! What are you grinning at?"
"Disgusting! I command you not to laugh!"
Spanna watched Beiting flirt with Taffman, a strange smile playing in her eyes.
In reality, Beiting's worries were simply unfounded.
Spanna had no intention of stealing her man. Instead, she was intentionally or unintentionally fostering a closer relationship between her and Taffman, guiding Beiting to view him as a potential husband rather than a discarded male pet.
Spanna did this because she sensed that Taffman was no ordinary man!
Taffman claimed that his minotaur bloodline had undergone an incredible transformation after fusing with werewolf bloodline.
Spewing petrifying smoke is a product of bloodline mutation!
Beiting might have believed this, but Spanna had a secret suspicion.
She remembered that Allen had previously used a similar green smoke to kill the ratman warlock Peck.
She also knew that Taffman was Allen's senior apprentice.
The two had a deep bond.
Based on this, Spanna naturally made a connection...
Could Taffman's sudden awakening of petrification be related to Allen?
However, she didn't raise the issue in front of Beiting.
She planned to send a private letter to Allen to discuss the matter.
Her friendship with Allen even surpassed her best friend Beiting's.
They were like-minded, traitors to each other!
As long as it didn't violate the core interests of either party, Allen's people were hers.
If she guessed the truth, Tafman, as an informant, would be very useful later when she needed to uncover the secrets of the Wolf family!
…
It was a late autumn afternoon, and the sea breeze was cool.
The vast blue waves were bathed in golden sunlight.
A fleet belonging to the South Island Federation sailed through the wind and waves.
The fleet was not on a combat mission.
Most of the officers and sailors on board remained on Quinte Island.
All the vacated cabins were used to transport immigrants.
The seven warships held over ten thousand immigrants!
The immigrants' destination was Silver Moon Island, across the sea.
The seven swan sisters from Silver Moon Island each served as navigator on a warship, helping them avoid reefs and storms.
Belt.
Alan was very satisfied with the work of the Seven Sisters.
The fleet had sailed smoothly for two weeks without encountering any unexpected problems.
However, not everyone was satisfied with the peaceful voyage.
Tanya, for example, found this kind of journey too boring.
"Junior Brother, tell me again about the adventures of your last voyage."
Tanya took Allen's hand and strolled along the open deck of the "Sapphire."
"I've told you twice already, aren't you tired of it yet?" Allen smiled bitterly.
"It's all because it's too boring!"
Tanya said angrily.
"This is my first ocean voyage, and I haven't encountered any of the storms, pirates, and sea monsters described in seafaring adventure novels. I'm a bit disappointed!"
"You're just being ungrateful!" Allen sighed, shaking his head. "Only after experiencing those disasters will you realize that no matter how exciting the adventure, it's not as good as a safe journey home."
At this moment, magical waves surged in the sky.
A communication orb appeared from thin air, gleaming with the swan emblem.
Alan grasped the orb and read the message from the eldest swan daughter. The smile on his face gradually faded.
"What happened?" Tanya demanded.
Rather than worry, she seemed to be anticipating some thrilling and unexpected event.
"Senior Sister... you're such a jerk!"
Allen glared at her unhappily.
"I've been waiting for something to happen all day, and now it's happening!"
"Tell me more about the trouble!"
Tanya rubbed her hands, her whole body alight with excitement.
"Look for yourself—"
Allen pointed toward the northern sky.
Behind the clouds, a blimp, towed by a griffin, floated by.
The flag of the North Island Federation fluttered in the wind!
Click!
A porthole on the side of the blimp rose.
Two young dragon sorcerers stood side by side at the window.
Their robes, emblazoned with the emblem of the North Island Sorcerer Academy, rustled in the high-altitude air currents.
The young man in the black robe was Dirac.
The young man in the green robe was his good friend, Gram.
At North Island Academy, sorcerer schools were divided by the color of their uniforms.
Black represented the Black Dragon bloodline.
Green represented the Green Dragon bloodline.
Dirac and Gram were both top students at North Island Academy, both in the early fourth stage of their cultivation.
Not long ago, the two received insider intelligence.
The Halsey fleet of the South Island Confederation, carrying tens of thousands of refugees from Quint Island, crossed the vast ocean to Silver Moon Island.
The North Island Confederation had already planted spies on Quint Island, who had blended in with the refugees and boarded their ships.
The spies revealed that the fleet's commander, Admiral Halsey, had been assassinated by Beast Cultists on Quint Island and was critically injured.
To save his life, Admiral Halsey sought medical advice from the pharmacist and philanthropist Allen Panthers.
Halsey was forced to accept Panthers's request and use his warships to relocate the refugees.
Admiral Halsey, still seriously injured and bedridden, had lost all his fighting ability.
The true leaders of the fleet are Pansen, Tanya, and Allen.
Pansen and Tanya, father and daughter, both possess Tier 4 strength.
Alan is also said to have reached the late Tier 3 stage.
The spies never saw him in action, but they are certain of his exceptional medical skills, particularly in treating brutes!
Generally speaking, skilled pharmacists can achieve high levels of cultivation, but few excel in actual combat.
After all, human energy is limited.
Investing too much energy in medicine and alchemy leaves little room for martial arts and magic.
Dirac and Gram came here specifically for Allen.
The spy's report emphasized that the Panthes Holy Water, invented by this man, was miraculously effective in treating zombification!
The Zoroastrianism was growing increasingly powerful, and even the ally, the North Island Federation, felt threatened.
We needed to be on guard against them!
If we could obtain the formula for a potent cure for zombification, the Zoroastrianism would be less formidable.
Dirac and Gram's mission was to kidnap the master of the drug, Allen Panthes!
If they couldn't capture him alive, they at least had to obtain the formula for the Panthes Holy Water so they could replicate it.
The spy specifically reminded us that Allen often hung out with Panthes and his daughter, and appeared to be Panthes' student and Tanya's junior.
To successfully complete the kidnapping, it's best to patiently bide your time.
Wait until Pantheon and his daughter are no longer with Allen, then strike suddenly, abduct them with lightning speed, and flee!
Dirac and Gram accepted the intelligence provided by the spy.
They dismissed the spy's kidnapping suggestion.
These two arrogant Dragon Bloodline geniuses didn't even take Pantheon and Tanya seriously.
What bloodline, what school, do these father and daughter belong to?
Minotaur subspecies bloodline?
Violent Warlocks?
... What kind of joke is this?!
I'm a dignified Dragon Bloodline Warlock!
What kind of trash are minotaurs?!
How could they be compared to the noble dragons?!
Pride is the essence of dragonkind.
Dragon phrenologists are indeed rightly proud, often boasting greater strength than other phrenologists of their level.
Challenging opponents above their level is commonplace for dragon phrenologists.
On the other hand, minotaur bloodlines are truly a bummer!
Among phrenologists of their level, they're the kind who'd be too embarrassed to even raise their heads and greet others.
Dirac and Gram were absolutely confident in this mission.
These two proud dragon phrenologists had no intention of hiding, nor did they have the patience to wait for their chance.
He leaped directly from the airship, activating his Level 4 Atavism mid-air!
Transforming into twin black and green dragons, he charged straight towards the Sapphire!
Bang!!
Bang!!
Amidst the roar, the two giant dragons landed on the armor one after another.
"Potion Master Allen Panthers, get out!"
Green Dragon Gram roared with his head held high.
"If you don't want to suffer, follow us now!"
"You dare to play tricks? I'll dismantle this wreck and throw you all into the sea to feed the sharks!"
Black Dragon Dirac landed on the other side of the armor.
A sneer of dragon-like might emanated from the dragons, terrifying the sailors to the point of limp limbs. They slumped on the deck, their faces pale.
The passengers in the cabin also sensed the terrifying aura emanating from the two dragons and huddled in fear, trembling.
Black Dragon Dirac took a deep breath, his belly swelling like a ball.
Suddenly, he opened his maw and unleashed his dragon's breath at the bridge!
The black dragon's breath was a black acid with a strong, pungent odor and a highly corrosive nature.
The thick armor was directly corroded by the acid.
Without the protection of its steel doors, the wooden wall came into contact with the acid, hissing and corroding in an instant, leaving a large hole!
The black dragon Gram grinned at the hole in the wall.
"Excuse me, Master Panthers, the legendary benefactor who freed no compensation for curing brutes, is he here?"
"Grab your luggage and the holy water formula, and follow me!"
"The South Island Federation is corrupt and incompetent, unworthy of your loyalty."
"We in the North Island Federation have always respected scholars and sages."
"If you surrender and hand over the holy water formula, you will be highly valued and enjoy both fame and fortune!"
After hearing Black Dragon's words, Allen changed his appearance and strode forward, his face stern and righteous:
"Evil Dragon! If you want to kidnap my cousin, you'll have to get past this handsome boy!"