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Just as Zhou Gong spit out food...

No, when Lord Da took action and the whole country came together, Lothern became extremely lively.

The last time there was such a commotion was during the reign of Phoenix King Moville. At that time, ships gathered, vows echoed, battle flags fluttered, and all living beings looked up to the glory of the Phoenix King... Then what?

It failed!
Learn more about "Day of Blood".

The golden light of the morning sun fell on the port of Lothern, caressing the deck like a gentle hand, and dyed the entire white fleet with a brilliant halo. The sea breeze blew gently, carrying a salty breath, coming from the depths of the ocean, passing through the towering masts, and fluttering the high-hanging flags. The flags fluttered like a giant dragon with spread wings, tumbling under the sky, showing the glory of Asur that had never been broken.

In the square of the dock, the navy officers and soldiers lined up neatly like rows of carved statues, wearing silver-white armor and standing solemnly. Their armor shone brightly in the morning light, as if every piece of metal scales was coated with a layer of sacred flame. Their faces were as firm as rocks, holding spears and swords in their hands, and quietly listening to the prayers from the priests of Maselan.

Aedanna stood on the high platform, her blue robe fluttering in the morning breeze, like waves rolling. She slowly raised her hands, her palms facing the endless sea, and the scepter in her hand reflected a faint blue light, like an unfathomable ocean current, gathering the will of the sea god Matheran.

Her voice was clear and solemn, and every syllable carried the rhythm of waves. It drifted in the wind, spread throughout the port, and echoed in the ears of countless Asur soldiers.

"Great Matheran, lord of wind and waves!"

"You once guided our ancestors to ride the wind and waves, conquer the seas, and create glory."

"Today, our fleet sets sail again and heads for a new journey. May you protect us and guide us with your will!"

The sun shines on her hair, as if coating her with a layer of golden light. Her palms slowly rise up, as if holding up the entire ocean, and her prayers become more and more passionate, like thunder echoing in the sky.

“Please grant us a speed as swift as the wind, so that our white sails can bloom in the sky like dragons swimming on the sea; please grant us courage as firm as a reef, so that our fleet can stand firm in the storm like a mountain!”

"If enemies stalk in the night, let your waves swallow them up like roaring sea beasts. If war comes, let your waves tear through their battle lines like swords! May the swords of the warriors be as sharp as the tides, and the rams of the ships be indestructible!"

At this moment, everyone's heartbeat seemed to resonate with the rolling waves, and every soldier's eyes were reflected in the boundless deep blue.

Adiana slowly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, as if taking the breath of the entire ocean into her lungs, and then slowly exhaled, her voice steady and powerful.

"Matheran, we swear in blood—"

“Glory will sail away with the wind, and victory will be born in the raging waves!”

"When we return, you will hear our cheers and witness our triumph!"

She opened her eyes, her gaze was like the faint light under the deep sea, and then she suddenly lowered the scepter in her hand!
"Poseidon, please protect us!"

A strong wind suddenly blew up, raising thousands of white waves. Tens of thousands of soldiers shouted at the same time, and the shouts gathered into waves, rushing towards the boundless sky.

At this moment, Adeanna's eyes passed over the soldiers standing in the square, through the layers of masts and warships ready to sail, through the city walls, and cast her eyes on the vast ocean in the distance. The sea surface sparkled in the morning light, as if countless reflections of the future were intertwined and surging between the waves.

Her eyes were deep and her thoughts drifted farther than the sea breeze.

Her drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corners of her mouth still maintained a solemn arc, but a trace of indescribable emotion passed through her heart - was it teasing? Was it ridicule? Was it the absurd feeling of fate playing tricks on her? Or was it some kind of profound meaning that only she knew?

She understood, she knew, she knew better than anyone else present—

This set of prayers is a classic "make a wish first, then make a vow" structure. First appeal to Matheran, then swear to the gods, the logic is rigorous, the wording is appropriate, sacred and full of ritual. Any Matheran believer who hears these words will be extremely excited, and even willing to sacrifice for her. Her voice is firm and powerful, with unquestionable majesty, without the slightest flaw.

However, if someone looked deeper, if someone really carefully pondered the words in her speech, they would notice something slightly unusual, some of the wording, some of the words used, were slightly different from the prayers of traditional Matheran believers...

If every classic prayer is a tide that has been flowing for thousands of years, then her words are like some kind of new undercurrent, slowly eroding the old beliefs in the familiar sea.

Adeanna's identity... Her father is the ruler of the Kingdom of Cosqui, and she is a great wizard who has studied in the White Tower of Hoeth. Due to geographical, cultural and religious reasons, she changed her profession from a great wizard to a storm weaver when she was walking on the sea, and became the spokesperson of Matheran.

Of course, the Storm Weaver system on Asur's side is very loose, without any organizational structure. This is because Matheran's background is a bit awkward in Ulthuan.

However, this was before she met Dakwus. Now she is one of only five high-ranking priests in the Storm Weaver Cult, although only a few Asur know about it.

and so……

At this moment, she...

Is this a prank? Or is this a grand performance art?

After all, she knew her identity better than anyone else. As the protagonist and party to the ceremony, she knew what she was doing. She knew what was going to happen, how her words would be written in history, and how her figure would be reflected in future epics. She knew everything that was going to happen—better than anyone present! So clear... that it almost made her want to laugh.

Unfortunately, she is the only one who can preside over this ceremony in Ulthuan now.

We can't let Belloda or Marlene come, right?
That would really be...

Aislin, who was at the front, stood up slowly. His movements were steady, like a statue that had never been shaken by the sea breeze.

The morning light shone on his armor, which was gorgeous and solid, and glowed with silver light. He held the hilt of his sword with one hand and gently supported his helmet with the other. The breeze blew by, and his long hair fluttered in the wind, like a fluttering battle flag.

His eyes were as calm and deep as the deep sea, and he looked at Adianna silently.

No nod, no words, not even any expression.

He just looked at her quietly, and then looked further away, towards Finnubar who was standing in the distance.

This look is deep and complex.

Of course, he knew Adeanna's true identity before anyone else present.

Who she is, her identity, and the meaning of her standing here now.

He knew it better than anyone else, and because of this, his heart was more turbulent than the storm.

He knew what he was doing and what was going to happen...

But he had no choice.

If he had a choice, he would never...

However, reality was like a ruthless tide, pushing him forward.

His mission was simple - to lead this huge fleet and sail to the Black Coast.

then……

Let Matheran decide!

The second person to stand up was Admiral Siglin.

Her figure was outlined more slender and tough in the dim light of the morning sun. The sea breeze lifted her cloak, like the rolling waves in the waves. Her eyes were deep, and a faint light emerged from the depths of her pupils, which was then hidden by her in silence. She certainly understood everything that was about to happen, and it could even be said that she knew it earlier and more thoroughly than most people present.

Strictly speaking, she and Finarfin had already played a special role in the undercurrent of this storm. It could even be said that they were the rebels in this game, the undercurrent hidden in Ulthuan.

Finarfin had secretly sailed to Chapeiuto many times, and she had also set foot on that strange coast more than once...

The reason why they took this path is self-evident.

That existence that cannot be ignored, that unshakable leader, his personal charm, his identity symbol, and everything he demonstrated forced them to re-examine everything they once believed in.

What's more, Twilight Fortress is so close to Asherel that she can talk to Matheran's daughter and Belloda at any time, pray in Matheran's Great Temple at any time, and even hear Matheran's response with her own ears.

She knew better than anyone what Finnubar's plan was, where the fleet would eventually go, and what fate it would face.

But even so, she still stood here.

Perhaps, in her opinion, this is the best choice for Ulthuan.

Asur is in decline.

Although she had lived in the southern tip of Lustria for a long time, she had never lost sight of the future of Ulthuan, and now, she could clearly sense the trend of its gradual decline, just as autumn leaves inevitably fall, and the former glory was fading away bit by bit. She had never set foot in Naggarond, but she had witnessed the power of Duruki in the port of Asheril.

And most importantly - Duruchi has the vitality that Asur doesn't have!

When she thought of this, she felt an overwhelming rush of complex emotions.

The third to stand up was Admiral Aetheris Pale, a Cosqui whose flagship was the dragon ship Severan, one of the most magnificent and intimidating sea fortresses in the entire fleet.

She is most famous for sinking the entire Norse fleet before it blockaded Marienburg, but that is something for the future and it remains to be seen whether it will happen.

Now, she is stationed in the Dawn Fortress, facing Siglin across the sea. The two are allies, and they once had a dispute over the Yangyan Amulet, but eventually joined hands again. As a price... she also became one of the insiders of this storm. Her position is not only due to Siglin's influence, but more importantly due to the complex situation within the Kingdom of Cosqui. At this moment, her eyes are calm, quietly watching Adeanna, as if she has seen the raging waves that are about to rise in Adeanna.

Then more people stood up.

Caladoria, Elendil Tide of Fury, Kalados, Liriana, Selendis...

They were all admirals, from different kingdoms, stationed in different ports and colonies, and shouldering their own missions.

But now, they are all here!

Immediately afterwards, the people in the second echelon also stood up one after another.

Yelian, Finarfin, Delamaril, Imlarion, Galindom, Ariana, Celinesia, Elionis, Isaya Vess... (Chapter 691)
These names are all famous legends on the ocean.

Some of them are captains of dragon ships, commanding huge ships that gallop across the endless waves; some are commanders of the sea guards, holding scepters and leading the most elite sea guardians of Ulthuan; and some are storm weavers, manipulating the most violent energy between heaven and earth, making the wind, thunder and waves work for them.

Farther away, the sea guards in armor stood in formation in the morning light. Their armor reflected the cold metallic brilliance, like the glittering tide in the morning light. The sea breeze swept in, and the cloaks fluttered in the wind like battle flags. Everyone stood straight, like an indestructible reef.

Above their heads, the clouds were still floating gently, but beneath this tranquil appearance, the undercurrent was already surging.

The storm is coming!

Some of them were already prepared, while others...
-
The Asur fleet sets sail!
Looking from afar, hundreds of ships were sailing on the boundless ocean, like an unstoppable silver torrent rushing towards an unknown battlefield.

Leading the way was the famous dragon ship - the Sunspear.

In the center of the bridge, Karadoria firmly controlled the gilded steering wheel.

Her fingers were long and powerful, and every slight turn accurately captured the changes in wind direction, allowing the giant dragon boat to glide among the waves like a soaring seabird - swift, graceful, and without any sluggishness.

The sea breeze blew up her long golden hair, reflecting a faint glow in the sun. The purple and white admiral's uniform fit her body, shining in the sun, making her sharp and solemn outline even more severe.

But her eyes were filled with unconcealable sighs and sadness.

She had piloted this battleship into battle countless times, and today, it was still proudly leading the way, but this time... it was heading for a shore from which there would be no return.

The mast of the Sunspear towered into the clouds, and the sails swelled in the wind, emitting tiny glimmers of light in the breeze. Beside the ship, the rising white mist was like a steaming tide, shrouding the entire warship in a hazy and mysterious atmosphere.

The stern tower stood tall, and the wizard tower on top of it emitted faint magical fluctuations.

Standing on the top of the Mage Tower, Stormweaver Galindorm raised his staff and chanted a spell.

A beam of light visible to the naked eye shot straight into the sky, illuminating the fleet's route. Magical winds then gathered from all directions, like gentle guidance or a violent tide, urging the fleet to break through the waves.

Following closely behind was Aislin's flagship, the dragon ship "Kalandirion".

Yes, it was the one that was sunk by Loxia in the waters of Lustria.

And behind the Kalandirian, the endless silver shadows of ships on the sea spread out like a tide.

Every dragon boat is the incomparable pride of Ulthuan!

Every sail carries a thousand years of glory!
"Hidrok" - Yelian's flagship, with a long and narrow hull, like a sea snake galloping on the waves.

In another timeline, it eventually sank in the ship graveyard, turning into a ghost of the dead. But at this moment, it still stands on the eve of the storm, its sharp edge never covered by dust.

The Ingranion followed closely behind, and the fate of this dragon ship was equally rough.

In the future, it would become Finarfin's flagship, but was sunk by Luther the White. But now, it is still one of the overlords of the sea.

The "Exelon" followed closely behind, sailing in the raging waves, like a deep-sea monster ready to strike, waiting for the final judgment of its fate.

This was Finarfin's second ship.

"Calidon" - the dragon head statue on this warship was carved in a particularly ferocious manner. On the deck, the sea guards in armor stood solemnly like statues, and the spears in front of them reflected the faint light at the junction of sea and sky.

The sails of the "Antar" were like bright moonlight. The Storm Weaver in the tower was chanting in a low voice, and his staff was flashing with a faint blue light, providing protection for the fleet, so that the warships remained as stable as a rock even when sailing in the most violent seas.

Marathil, Aetheron, Acharion, Dramis, Severan, the dragon ships were lined up one after another, forming an extremely large single column, like a silver sword across the sea and sky, pointing directly to the black coast! (Starting from the Calidon, these are all made up)

The twelve dragon ship battleships stood above the waves like sea monsters, forming the backbone of the entire Asur fleet.

On the dragon ship, crossbows were densely packed and neatly arranged, shining with cold metallic brilliance. With just one order, they could pour a storm of death into the sky and the sea. The sea guards, dressed in armor, shuttled quickly on the deck. Their movements were precise and kept the warship in the best condition. Some were adjusting the masts to allow the sails to withstand the maximum wind force; others stood by the side of the ship, with a firm gaze, silently listening to the general's orders.

However, the dragon ships are just the tip of the iceberg of this huge fleet.

On both wings, countless eagle ships and falcon ships weaved into a silver-white battle net, guarding the core of the huge fleet. Eagle ships were as light as the wind, slender and swift, while falcon ships were more agile, cruising between the waves like hunters on the sea. The Asur sailors on each ship were the most elite warriors in Ulthuan, operating ballistas and spears, waiting for the storm to come.

Karadoria turned the steering wheel and pointed the bow directly to the destination in the southwest. A great expedition began.

Then, the entire fleet turned gracefully between the sea and the sky, like a huge silver-white sea dragon!
Countless sails swelled in the sea breeze, masts tilted slightly, and the warships maintained a perfect formation while speeding, like a silver spear, drawing a magnificent trajectory on the ocean.

Standing on the stern tower of the Sunspear, Stormweaver Galindorm slowly raised his staff, and an ancient spell murmured from his lips. The sound was like the song of the tides, distant and grand.

In an instant, the sky moved in response, wind and clouds surged, and strong winds gathered from all directions, like thousands of horses galloping and like thunder roaring!
The strong sea breeze whistled past, filling every sail and rigging, driving the dragon boat, eagle boat and falcon boat to move forward in unison!

The bows of the twelve dragon ships were like dolphins breaking through the waves, agile and swift. Each warship was kissed by Matheran, speeding on the waves, and casting a snow-white trail.

White sails intertwine, dragon boats gallop, warriors are solemn, and magic is blessed.

This is no ordinary fleet, but the most glorious maritime force of Asur, the most glorious chapter of the Ulthuan Navy, the King of Storms, the Master of Waves!
This is the peak moment of the Asur Fleet after the "Day of Blood"!
The wind blew the spire, blowing through Finnubar's robes, and blowing through the thousands of words hidden in his eyes. He moved from the dock to the top of the spire, overlooking the fleet that was moving farther and farther away in the distance, staring quietly, sighing, and lamenting.

When it comes to pranks, Finnubar is a unique figure in the history of the elves.

After all, what normal Asur would continue to march towards Athel Loren until he succeeded after his first messenger failed to return?
Finnubar!

Who will...

Finnubar!

Finnubar had done a lot of pranks, some of which were done before now, and some after now. But now, he had revealed the ultimate prank and started the ultimate game of his life.

This huge and mighty fleet actually didn't have to set out.

As time passed and the ships continued to approach for reconnaissance, Ulthuan had come to a conclusion - Anaheim had fallen.

In this case, according to common sense, the most sensible decision is: do not organize an expedition, preserve the manpower, and use it to defend the homeland of Ulthuan.

However, Finnubar did not choose this path. He was like a possessed man, and insisted on sending the fleet to Anaheim.

His reason was simple but powerful: "Azul must prove himself!"

Unfortunately, not everyone agrees with him, or understands the inside story?

The traditionalists said that Finubar had gone mad. They whispered, they argued in council, they berated Finubar in their secret chambers for being obsessed with the Phoenix Throne and letting feverish dreams consume his sanity.

In their view, the existence of this fleet was nothing more than a gamble by Finnubar, his last move to consolidate his prestige and crown himself.

However, they were all wrong.

When Finnubar returned from Naggaroth, his resolve was made, and he planned one final great life.

He has to gamble!

He was not just betting on this expedition, but on the future of the entire Asur.

Watching the last dragon boat disappear at the end of the horizon, he knew that he had finally taken this step.

"Dacius, you have to keep your word!" When the fleet completely disappeared from the sea level, Finnubar gritted his teeth and sighed, then turned to look at Elardesi beside him, and said without hesitation, "Make preparations for the next stage."

Elardesi was silent for a long time, his brows were deeply furrowed, and he seemed to have a thousand words to say, but in the end he just sighed.

Then he nodded heavily.

An expedition has begun, and another, bigger storm is about to rise in the land of Ulthuan. (End of this chapter)