Chapter 310: Thunder Array

"Glug! Glug!"

The moment he entered the water, Snorri Thorsson sank rapidly due to his greater body density. After sensing for a moment, he hurriedly activated Avatar of the Gods, transforming into a massive stone statue underwater.

Entering Stone Form, he no longer needed to breathe and gained high resistance to the immense water pressure of the seabed. As his feet touched the seafloor, the runes on his legendary boots lit up. He moved them twice; the Master-level Passage Rune allowed his movements to remain unrestricted.

"Wonderful!"

Snorri muttered. Ever since obtaining the Avatar of the Gods skill, he had always had the idea of combining it with his boots to travel unimpeded underwater. When he previously returned to the Old World, he had once wanted to use this to explore the bottom of Heishui Hu for treasure, but in the end, it never came to pass.

Heishui Hu is located in the heart of the Qunshan, and several great battles have occurred around it. According to records in the Book of Grudges, there are several legendary weapons sunk within it; salvaging sunken treasures from the lake is also a topic the Mountain Kingdom loves to talk about.

But firstly, the area of Heishui Hu is vast, quite like the saying "the East Lake is suspected to be the sea," so searching by himself would be time-consuming and laborious. Secondly, his eldest brother had just purchased a submarine, so it wasn't very appropriate to go at this time.

After briefly adapting, Snorri triggered the Communication Rune, and the submarines that received the signal gathered toward him. One after another, they opened their cargo holds and released the naval mines they were carrying.

Snorri tied the groups of naval mines, which had been bundled in advance for his convenience, onto his body, then watched the submarines return. The naval mines from this trip were not enough to send the entire fleet to feed the fish; the submarines needed to make a few more trips.

"Heave-ho, heave-ho!"

Snorri began his trek on the seabed. He activated the Chenshi Bili gifted by his Master, and the power of the mighty treasure erased the traces of his movements. In Stone Form, his stride was long, and before long, Snorri saw the shadows of ships above his head.

"Good fellow, it's a good thing I didn't engage in a naval battle directly with Noctilus!" While observing and counting in his heart, Snorri couldn't help but feel a chill. Besides a few terrifying warships and dense swarms of zombies and skeletons, two Corrupted Leviathans and two Necrolith Colossi were entrenched on the shore.

He had witnessed the power of the fearless Undead behemoths back in the day, and with so many of them this time, one careless move might really lead to capsizing in the gutter. Snorri unhooked the naval mines in order, placing them one by one around the Undead fleet.

The perception of Undead creatures toward the outside world relies mainly on their hatred for the living and their craving for fresh flesh; spheres with no life reactions could not attract their attention.

"The Dwarf fleet has no other abnormalities besides being relatively slow."

"Both high and low altitudes have been covered, no large-scale aircraft discovered!"

At the same time, the high-ranking members of the Dreadfleet gathered once again to listen to the intelligence. To say they had no psychological pressure would be impossible. "Snorri Thorsson, what exactly is he doing?" Every captain was pondering this same question, but unfortunately, they could not get an answer.

Count Noctilus's face was as heavy as water, his hands toying with a gemstone flickering with an eerie red light; this thing was known as the Port Schwartz Gem, his symbol as the Pirate King.

This gemstone contained the soul of a great martyr of Xierwaniya, and in terms of age, it could be traced back to before the Von Carstein family took power. Count Noctilus took it with him when he left his clan, as a final memento of his former identity as "Naikelaosi."

"Prepare for battle! Massive wealth is beckoning to us! My crew, sharpen the scimitars in your hands; those stunties have thick necks! Reducing their suffering will be the final mercy Count Noctilus grants them!" The King of the Graveyard of Sunken Ships forced himself to calm down, conducting pre-battle mobilization.

"Phew! I'm truly exhausted; it feels like the days of my Miner internship!"

Snorri muttered on the seabed; moving the naval mines back and forth felt a bit like moving bricks. He walked back and forth several times; although his physical body itself was not fatigued, being underwater lacked a sense of time, and the loneliness and silence increased his mental exhaustion.

"Hehe, just you wait!" Looking at the fruits of his labor, Snorri stretched and finally revealed a smile. He did not return with the last trip of submarines but instead lurked nearby.

As a battle-hardened general, he knew that relying on those naval mines alone would not be enough to deal with true powerhouses; to avoid future trouble, he still needed to rely on himself and the Warhammer in his palm.

Stone Form didn't even have a heartbeat or pulse. Snorri fell into a long wait, and finally, the Communication Rune he carried lit up. According to the agreement, this meant the fleet was not far from here.

"Awoo!"

A roar sounded over the island, and several Blood Knights descended. Count Noctilus's Vampire lieutenant hurried over.

"Report! The Dwarf fleet has suddenly accelerated and is charging straight at us!" He roared loudly.

"Finally couldn't hold back!" Count Noctilus twisted his neck, revealing a cruel smile.

"Wanting to sail slowly at first to confuse us, making me misjudge, and then suddenly accelerating at the end to attempt a landing for ground combat. Simple and crude, it is indeed the Dwarf style, but unfortunately, all of this is within my expectations!"

Count Nuotekelasi stood up while laughing rampantly. He pointed his Halberd, "Look at that sea, a group of heroes rushes out from the mist!"

"Since the waves have slowed, lower the sails, prepare to row! For as long as that great whirlpool trembles, the monster will awaken to chase that prey!"

As the Admiral started, his subordinates hummed along to the pirate sea shanty. The Xuexing Lueduozhe Hao seemed to come alive; it was trembling slightly, as if waiting for its master to board.

As the subordinates quickly boarded the ship and entered battle positions, Count Noctilus's cloak moved with the wind; he floated up lightly and landed on the top of the castle tower serving as the bridge.

"Set sail!"

At the order of the Dreadfleet Admiral, the pirate ships moved.

"Boom, boom-boom!"

Before Count Noctilus could savor the atmosphere of war brought by the sea breeze, he first tasted the thick smell of gunpowder.

"Enemy attack!"

"Explosion on the starboard side!"

"The bow as well!"

"Retreat quickly!"

The sudden, continuous explosions plunged the entire fleet into chaos. The temporarily formed alliance had no trust or tacit understanding to speak of; the Alabihadao and the Faruk King instantly issued orders to turn and flee, but this brought about further explosions.

"Boom-boom!"

Count Noctilus was still stunned when only the spire of the Zandili Cursed remained visible above the water. The magic array providing buoyancy for this pyramid pirate ship was destroyed by the previous explosion, and the collapsing giant stones built a new tomb for the Tomb King inside.

"Save me!"

The Pirate King of Araby floundered in the seawater, his body half-covered in blood, calling out to the Vampire.