Chapter 106: Departure to Dragon Island

"Kid, don't obstruct official business here, or I'll have you taken back!" a guard scowled and shouted.

Naimi Xisi snorted, "Obstructing official business? This land is slated for a temple to be built under the crown of the Knowledge God Oegma; is your official business to profane the deity?"

Several guards, hearing the words "profane the deity," turned pale and hesitated, for in this world where gods are manifest, ordinary people dread any association with such a term.

"What nonsense are you spouting? This land was sold illegally; the mayor just ordered us to demolish it. Would the Knowledge God's priest commit illegal acts here?" a guard, seeming to recall something, stopped hurrying and retorted confidently.

The other guards, hearing that, reconsidered: indeed, would the True God Church act against the kingdom's laws? They were following the mayor's orders, so any profaning would be the mayor's doing!

"Moreover, you clueless pretty boy, what right do you have to accuse us of profaning the deity? If you have the guts, go to the city hall and lodge a complaint with the mayor!"

Naimi Xisi's expression grew subtle; the only ones who could command the mayor were likely the queen's faction or Prince Rein and his group—Prince Rein obviously wouldn't sabotage his own banner, so it must be the queen's side.

Realizing this, Naimi Xisi stopped wasting words; both sides were enemies, so it was natural to devise traps for the other, which was understandable.

A guard watching the silver‑haired youth noticed something amiss; he seemed to see the boy's pupils briefly become vertical, a bad omen rose in his gut, and the next moment he saw the youth gently raise a phantom finger.

In an instant, illusory visions flooded their minds; the guards felt as if they had fallen into an endless hell, constantly subjected to horrific torment. Their bodies in reality clutched their heads and screamed like the mad, fleeing in all directions, and one guard, missing the open storm‑drain, fell straight in.

Having scared the guards away with the Intimidation Technique, Naimi Xisi shook his head and did not pursue. These ordinary folk without professional abilities would be plagued by nightmares for months; without a priest's aid, they might die of sudden cardiac arrest from insomnia.

He turned toward the open area, pondered briefly, and soon thought of a reliable barrier that could replace a wooden fence.

Five‑Ring Conjuration spell—【Summon Fifth‑Level Undead】! In an instant, sixteen zombies appeared around him, a black mass that startled nearby passersby. Fortunately, after the earlier commotion, the onlookers realized the youth was a Spellcaster, and these zombies were likely also summoned by the opponent.

Their guess was correct; these zombies were not Undead awakened by Naimi Xisi from corpses, but rather zombies summoned by him from the realm of the dead.

Unlike Undead created by Necromancy, this Conjuration summon has a time limit; 【Summon Fifth‑Level Undead】 can call forth a vampire spawn, a corpse demon, a wraith, or a Mummy, and can also summon more lesser Undead. For example, Naimi Xisi, using it to summon zombies, conjured sixteen at once.

He approached the zombies, touching their decayed surfaces one by one; the potent power of Dispel Undead destroyed each zombie and harvested pure energy.

Naimi Xisi held the energy in his hand, continuously chanting prayers over the site.

Five‑Ring Super‑Magic Divine Art—【Expand Sanctum】! The energy in his hand, derived from Holy Super Magic, continuously reinforced the divine art, and finally a massive square golden barrier covered the entire area.

Naimi Xisi nodded with satisfaction; the Sanctum's spell radius was insufficient, but Super‑Magic Expansion could greatly enlarge the effect, and together they amplified the divine art.

He snapped his fingers, and the golden barrier instantly turned black‑purple, then vanished into the void.

This was the Sanctum transforming into a Fear Sanctum.

The Sanctum's effect creates a consecrated barrier over a site whose duration the caster sets; the caster can define the Sanctum's properties, granting effects such as increased courage, teleportation ban, turning Undead into corpses, frightening intruders, among others.

Naimi Xisi turned the area before him into a massive Fear Sanctum; until the divine art ends, any intruder will be seized by fear and flee.

After completing the divine art, the youth pulled several fist‑sized magic gems from his pocket, tossed them onto the open grass, closed his eyes, and began communicating with the Magic Net.

Juan Ce Long's powerful Magic Net perception instantly linked to the Net; the next moment, an invisible force devoured the gems on the grass, and within sight unseen by ordinary people, blue Arcane Strings rippled. The Magic Net accepted Juan Ce Long's offering, connecting the Sanctum with the Net, forming a solidified spell.

"That should do it," he said, clapping satisfied. After this maneuver, any practitioner below Fifth Level would think twice before entering the area.

Having secured the spot, Naimi Xisi turned toward the Prince's Mansion; the Knowledge Church's influence would, after Bishop Lawrence and the Dawn Church confer, gradually take root in the Yinbu Tu Kingdom, and he was no longer needed here. — Three days later, Yinbu Tu Kingdom, Ghost Shark Town.

Naimi Xisi stood on the pier, where the bright sea of the eastern bay reflected a perfect sky mirror, a vivid blue that lifted the spirit.

The red‑painted wooden buoy bobbed gently, its tiny ripples making the reflection rise and fall. Occasionally fishing boats passed, breaking the picture‑perfect blue sea. Dockworkers bustled around the youth, casting obstructive glances at the unwitting roadblock, yet his noble mage robe kept them from speaking.

"Master, master! Why hasn't that stinky old lady arrived yet? She's so late; they clearly don't regard you!" Peng Peng, having appeared on his shoulder, shouted loudly, while the workers cast strange looks at the talking Hu Meng.

"Hey, hey, hey, who are you calling a stinky old lady?!" a crisp voice called from behind; Oduoli had somehow arrived.

Naimi Xisi turned around; beside Oduoli stood a mysterious figure cloaked under a hood, only the platinum hair peeking from the hood's edge revealing the identity—a Sun Elf.

"Oduoli, didn't I tell you I don't want to see humans?" the Sun Elf beneath the hood emitted a cold voice that flowed like liquid gold, as if an instrument forged of ice were being plucked.

Oduoli shrugged helplessly, "I really don't want to swim all the way to Dragon Island, Jafnasi."

The Sun Elf snorted coldly and fell silent; Naimi Xisi, growing impatient, said, "Why hasn't the ship you arranged arrived? Had I known, I would have flown over myself."

Being scolded by both, Oduoli took it in stride, shrugged, and pulled a crystal sphere from her pocket; looking closely, it seemed to contain a model of a small boat.

"Who said the ship was my arrangement?"

She tossed the crystal sphere into the sea, and a massive vortex instantly manifested, frightening nearby fishing boats that hurried aside, while the dockworkers dropped their bundles and scattered.

The vortex grew larger, and finally a massive wooden ship rose slowly from it. The hull was broad enough to hold hundreds of crew and cargo, and its towering mast seemed to pierce the clouds, showcasing its impressive presence.

The only blemish was that many vine‑like marine plants clung to the hull, like climbing ivy.

Oduoli flew onto the deck, spread her arms, and smiled, "Welcome aboard the Oduoli!"

Naimi Xisi raised an eyebrow, impressed by Oduoli's alchemical methods; he had assumed she only crafted cursed Magic Items, but was surprised to find...

The next moment, his figure flashed, instantly teleporting onto the deck, and the Sun Elf, not to be outdone, leapt onto the deck as well, shattering the fragile wooden scaffolding with the recoil of their movements.

"So, with no crew at all, how do you intend to sail this ship?" Naimi Xisi circled around, speechless as he realized the entire vessel held only the three of them.

Oduoli drew a staff set with a blue gem and burst into a "Wakaka" laugh.

"Don't underestimate the power of the ocean wizard—"

"Ancient vessel, heed the will of the sea,"

The next instant, Naimi Xisi felt an invisible force bind to the hull; the sails untied themselves and floated, the ship's bell began to spin, and the unmanned giant ship truly set sail.

"This is..." Naimi Xisi mused, this was his first time witnessing a so‑called "Ocean..."

This kind of practitioner, existing only among Naga descendants,

"Raise winds and waves, stir dark clouds, summon lightning, steer the ship—on the sea, there is nothing a Ocean..."

Hmm. Okay, after understanding, Naimi Xisi lost interest again; for a Mage, there are too many alternative spells to achieve similar things, although perhaps not as easy as for a sea witch, but Mages usually don't drift on the sea.

The ship slowly set off, sailing out of the eastern bay toward the horizon; their destination was the central region of the Fallen Star Sea.

The so‑called Dragon Island is not the True Dragon Island in the Endless Sea, but a collective name for an archipelago in the Fallen Star Sea; Dragon Island, also known as the Pirate Archipelago, is the pirates' stronghold.

(End of chapter)