Chapter 950

Ang looked bewildered: “It’s free.”

The silk was raised by Ang, the magic runes drawn by Ang, even the scroll’s rod was carved from a World Tree branch—free.

Negril spat blood. How had this damn skeleton gotten so good at hitting back? It really was free—but all the materials, if sold on the market, were astronomically expensive.

As Ang’s scroll erupted in white light, the six Black Shark airships dimmed; inside their cabins, the magic arrays hissed and sent up wisps of black smoke. The Black Shark pirates were stunned: “Broken that fast? Quick, quick, board them! Don’t let them escape!”

“Our spatial lock can withstand thirty teleportations—at least thirty will be trapped. Worth it. Everyone, advance!”

The Black Shark pirates each grabbed a strange, shield-like object and charged straight into the void, slamming it against the airship’s barrier.

Magic barriers were energy-based; physical objects striking them either shattered through or bounced off. But these shields the pirates held could stick to the barrier, their surfaces trembling violently.

The shield surfaces rapidly turned red, as if enduring extreme friction—just before they melted, the barrier popped open a hole, and the pirates squeezed through.

Negril exclaimed in surprise: “Hmm, clever breakthrough method. The magic barrier was shattered by vibration. Can they breathe in the void? Do they know the Dragon Breathing Technique?”

The Dragon Breathing Technique allows planar beings to breathe in the void—a miraculous magic that temporarily alters a creature’s respiratory structure, trapping air in the lungs and cycling it through lightning and water elements. It’s a hybrid lightning-water draconic spell.

Seeing them still chatting casually, Folco weakly said: “They’ve broken in—don’t we run?”

“Run? Run where? The airship is full of your clients—and you still want to run? Do you have any professional ethics?” Negril snapped.

Folco smiled bitterly: “But you need to be alive to have ethics. They’re Black Shark pirates—we can’t fight them.”

“Even if you summon your divine soul, you still can’t fight them?” Negril asked, astonished.

Folco shook his head: “I can’t channel my divine soul’s power. And as for cutting people down, they’re professionals. We can’t win.”

Folco silently added in his mind: Even if I could channel my divine soul’s power, we still couldn’t win.

He knew the God of Commerce’s strength well—a newborn deity, even in person, wasn’t even considered a serious force in this world. Yet when Aogar demanded registration, they’d obediently complied.

Anthony smiled: “I’ll teach you a trick. Run out and shout this incantation—a powerful being will come to your aid.” He whispered a few words into Folco’s ear, then, without waiting for refusal, hauled him outside.

Folco’s divine soul descent was interrupted. Even if his silver coin’s divine soul were still active, it couldn’t match Anthony—Anthony was divine soul fused with a godly body, already seven or eight tenths of a true god, and a projection of the Light Primordial God’s minor spirit. To Folco, he was like a chick in the hands of a hawk.

Kicked onto the deck, Folco had no choice—he shouted at the invading pirates: “Void Divine Dragon, Guardian of Trade Routes! Appear, Ogri! Destroy the pirates!”

The pirates, just gathering to fight the guests’ guards, froze at Folco’s shout. Both pirates and guests were stunned: “Void Divine Dragon? What the hell?”

The name “Void Divine Dragon” was deliberately misleading—why not just call it White Dragon? But Anthony thought “White Dragon” lacked prestige, so he changed it.

One second, two seconds, three seconds—Folco’s palms sweated with tension. He offered a nervous, embarrassed smile, wanting to turn and check if the guy who’d kicked him out was trying to get him killed.

At that moment, two piercing dragon roars echoed from the depths of the void. Two white figures shot out, each diving toward a Black Shark airship.

Sounds produced in the void weren’t pure sound—they were energy waves. Only something extraordinary could generate energy waves that propagated through the void. The pirates turned pale; the guests and guards’ morale surged.

What followed was almost a one-sided massacre. Ogri and his wife crashed into the pirate airships, effortlessly crushing the small vessels. After smashing every airship, they calmly picked up the surviving pirates and tossed them onto the merchant guild’s airship.

Fighting such a White Dragon, wielding chaotic power, in the void was suicide—there was no chance to even retaliate.

Someone recognized Ogri: “Aren’t those the White Dragons from the Shattered Lands? How did they become Void Divine Dragons? Did the Commercial Union subdue them?”

“Impossible. Those White Dragons don’t even listen to dragon speech—how could the Commercial Union subdue them? Maybe they bribed or allied with them? Either way, it’s impressive. Is the Commercial Union really this powerful?”

“Over the past six months, the Commercial Union has expanded wildly. I heard their god was born and successfully registered—now they’re an officially licensed deity. At least they won’t get slaughtered by that madman. Plus, they’ve got White Dragons guarding their trade routes. Partnering with them should be safe, right?”

“I was hesitant—they’ve got several exclusive goods, very tempting. I worried they couldn’t hold them. But now it looks like they’ve got real strength.”

Folco overheard the murmurs around him. He instantly understood why Anthony had kicked him out to shout that phrase—it was for recruiting clients.

The God of Commerce—Anthony was truly a powerhouse. All his hard work organizing events, bringing everyone this far, treating them—was all to build relationships and keep these clients.

But now it seemed his months of hospitality might not have matched the impact of just two White Dragons showing up. What exactly did Anthony do?

Their sudden pirate attack scattered nearby airships that had come just to sightsee. Most turned back, fleeing—now they realized the void wasn’t safe.

Yet some airships still flew toward the Infinite Void Hollow. Did these people value the Lightpoint Fortress more than their own safety?

“Of course! I know of dozens of fanatical groups—End Times Blessing Sect, Void Origin Sect, Mystical Power Sect, Divine Light Origin Sect, Life Origin Sect—countless others. Since I organized this event, I get dozens of applications daily. People trying to sneak aboard? Uncountable. All of them are nuts,” Folco muttered involuntarily.

He wasn’t as fanatical as those lunatics. Though the danger had passed, he had no intention of continuing the journey. Who knew what other dangers lay ahead? What if another pirate gang was already targeting them?

“Alright, stay safe. We’ll finish interrogating the pirates and hand them over to you for the bounty,” Negril said.

No sooner had he spoken than Anthony turned and smiled: “Probably not. I just finished interrogating them—they seem to know where a black crystal vein is.”

“Black crystal vein? A vein?” Negril perked up instantly. Even Ang couldn’t help lifting his head.