Chapter 660: The Art of Gathering

Surrounded by the undead, a pale flame ignited within Plak's eyes floating in midair; his spirit spread outward, and relying on his demi‑god stature, he forcefully unified all the surrounding undead, turning their chaos into order.

"This is definitely the largest ritual magic I've ever used, gathering the power of many people and spirits; in a sense, it's a man‑made miracle."

"The Knowledge Church's achievements in the art of spells surpass imagination, leading the world at its forefront."

After two sighs, Plak quickly settled his mind and began unifying the massive number of nearby undead, having them pray to the great being in the language of the dead.

The ethereal voices rose and fell in layers, like a vast choir.

"Sage who perceives the world, you are the essence of knowledge, the source of mystery, the brilliance of civilization, the guardian of truth."

Amid repeated prayers, a star‑filled sky was reflected, enveloping the entire Oleson Port in a dazzling sea of stars.

The chill and death aura of the undead around quickly faded; under the starlight, the once terrifying souls, undead, and nature spirits emitted a holy aura from within.

A crimson flame rose on Anderson's body; the white frost on his eyebrows, hair, and clothes evaporated instantly, the stiffness in his body vanished, and the numbness of his soul gradually dissipated under the purifying starlight.

He glanced at the surrounding people who had not yet recovered from the overwhelming undead aura, sighed, and shook his head:

"Indeed, at times like this we still need the strongest hunter of the Mist Sea to act!"

As his words fell, the crimson flame rose around him, swiftly forming a flock of fire crows which he sent scattering, using their heat to quickly restore the stiff bodies of the crowd.

Sizzle!

A sound like shattering glass echoed in midair; the people on the ground looked up in shock and saw the silver‑white barrier, materialized from protective power, fragment into specks of light that were swiftly erased by cannon fire.

On the deck of the Black Emperor floating in midair, Parsna's eyes suddenly reflected a sea of stars; around her, star after star emerged, densely and brilliantly, quickly covering the Black Emperor.

Drifting in the dim starlight, the Black Emperor moved like a swift arrow, leaping out in an instant, piercing the shattered barrier and cannon fire, and charging toward the steel fleet on the sea.

Transformed into starlight, the Black Emperor sped so fast that in the blink of an eye it already appeared among Indis's fleet.

Without giving the opponent a chance to react, Naste held a Black Emperor (Item) in one hand and braced the rail with the other; a phantom resembling Roselle by eighty percent materialized out of thin air, overlapping Naste.

Empowered by the strength and stature of the Black Emperor (Item), the "King of the Five Seas" Naste briefly touched the angelic rank.

Under his enhancement, the Black Emperor became like a massive cannonball, crashing into the sea and raising a terrifying tsunami.

At the same time he employed the Angelic‑tier "Chaos" ability, directly altering the structure, scale standards, and attack precision of a vast surrounding sea area, rendering Indis's well‑equipped fleet temporarily unable to mount an effective defense.

The suddenly raised giant wave swallowed every ship on the sea; under the surge they either sank, were pushed ashore, or were driven into the surrounding hazardous waters.

The Black Emperor, which created all this, instantly dematerialized into the spirit realm the moment Naste's empowerment vanished, escaping the danger zone by "spirit‑realm roaming."

At Oleson Port's pier, the sacred‑aura undead spontaneously surged toward the sea, forming a high wall of countless transparent souls that replaced the previous protective barrier, blocking Indis's fleet's artillery.

The instant the wall formed, Aidewenna stepped forward, a pale blue glow shading her eyes; a parchment‑bound tome in front of her began turning on its own, and an all‑seeing eye appeared on the pages, swiftly scanning the constantly shifting text.

In midair, surrounded by countless undead, Pu La Ke Aigesi suddenly turned his head toward Aidewenna; the aura of the "Ice Mountain General" seemed to undergo an unknown shift, causing him an inexplicable shiver.

The aura radiating from such a noble soul— even if I become the "Death Governor," it seems impossible to gaze directly at that will itself; is this a truly great being intervening?

That thought flashed only in Pu La Ke Aigesi's mind, but the relentless attacks prevented him from dwelling on anything else.

Amid the brilliant star sea, a cold, indifferent eye sprouted, rapidly absorbing and transmitting information, linking everyone together into a massive network.

In a state of absolute rationality, Aidewenna became unusually calm, her mind highly active, methodically processing all information to make the optimal decision in the shortest time.

Under her command, a group of people clad in classic wizard robes appeared throughout the port, releasing pre‑prepared spells that merged into the transparent souls and burst forth at a certain moment.

The souls forming the front of the wall occasionally flashed a golden light that intercepted cannon fire. This is the "Stiano Golden Armor Technique," comparable to the defense of the Fifth Sequence Guardians; after revisions by the Morse Ascetic Sect and the Knowledge Church, it evolved into a group spell that many beings can cast together according to a specific structural arrangement.

"War is the art of gathering!"

"But it's not only the 'War Bishop' who can truly achieve mental communion; gathering people, things, spirits, and the power of knowledge can as well."

Aidewenna murmured a low, almost verdict‑like sigh; she stood at the front of the pier crowd, her garments fluttering in the wind raised by the undead, brown hair streaming behind, exuding heroic spirit, rational, wise, and decisive.

Behind her, Daniz, Aorfu Si and others were stunned, forgetting even to breathe.

"Tsk~~ a bunch of good‑for‑nothing guys."

Anderson cast a sideways glance at Daniz and the others whose eyes were wide open, reluctant to blink, sneered disdainfully, and when no one responded, he twitched his mouth and said in a sighing tone:

"Let me tell you some uplifting news: back when I was at school, I even pulled your captain's hair."

Anderson's words were like pouring a bucket of oil onto a raging fire; with a boom, he ignited the anger in most of the surrounding men.

The surrounding gazes seemed ready to slice him piece by piece and then toss him into the sea as fish food.

"Shit, you son of a bitch."

"Damned bastard, I didn't even—"

The crowd's shouts against Anderson were quickly drowned by the rumbling waves, a massive surge that seemed to connect sky and sea, roaring into view.

Even Anderson, who considered himself well‑versed, couldn't help but step back at that moment; the oppressive weight of the wave was overwhelming, a suffocating pressure that stole his breath.

"Shit, how could there be such a terrifying tsunami?"

The rumbling of the waves mingled with the undead's shrieks, drowning the crowd's cries around Anderson; his head felt drowsy, his spirit hazy, as if he could collapse at any moment.

It was unbearable, he couldn't catch his breath, was this death? In a daze, Anderson laboriously recited the honored name of the 'Fool':

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, above the gray mist, the mysterious sovereign who holds good fortune, the yellow‑black king."

He didn't know why, at this moment, he thought to recite the 'Fool' gentleman's honored name—perhaps an instinctive reaction to fearing death, trying to clutch any possible lifeline.

As soon as the 'Fool' gentleman's honored name was spoken, a response came: dense gray‑white mist surged, and a towering angel bearing twelve pairs of gray‑white wings, its face obscured, flew out of the fog, enveloping him with its wings.

The low hum echoing in Anderson's mind suddenly vanished; he shook his head and let out a long exhale.

After regaining his state, he instinctively surveyed his surroundings; the raging wave was blocked by a pale‑gold wall of countless undead, never descending, yet it pressed against the wall, inch by inch pushing toward the shore.

Above the gray mist, Kelei En, through his link with Anderson, watched the scene; he held a teal‑blue Sea God Trident in his hand, yet he hesitated to use it to dispel the terrifying tsunami.

"This tsunami contains extremely high‑tier power, somewhat like the force of the Black Emperor's passage; the Sea God's trident may not easily dispel it, and"

He paused; Kelei En's gaze flicked to Ice Mountain General Aidewenna, and he saw divinity on her— a high‑rank divinity not belonging to her.

After a brief glance, Kelei En looked away; the instinct of a 'Diviner' prevented him from seeing more, as that seemed extremely dangerous.

Aidewenna's condition was odd; it didn't resemble a normal divine descent, but rather the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' borrowing its power briefly to her, allowing her to wield force beyond the sequence.

As thoughts drifted, he saw the all‑seeing eye floating over the tome before Aidewenna turn toward him, seeing him.

Immediately, a voice slightly aged yet solemn and authoritative resonated over the gray mist: "End this tsunami."

(End of chapter)