Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Karadoria's hands were not controlling the steering wheel, but were crossed together. At this moment, she was sitting quietly in the captain's room. Contrary to her usual attitude, she lowered her head, crossed her hands, and gently pressed them against her forehead, as if she was suppressing the waves in her heart with this simple action.

There was a faint light flickering in the cabin, and the sea breeze blew in through the porthole, bringing with it a faint salty and humid scent, brushing against her hair braided with gold threads.

Her eyes were not focused on any real object, but on the statue of Maserlan not far away.

The statue stood quietly in the shrine, wearing fish scale armor and a shell crown on its head, like the incarnation of the ocean itself, symbolizing the authority and endless secrets of the deep sea.

This statue is decades old and was a gift from Adeanna. Over the years, it has been safely in the captain's room, accompanying her on voyages, witnessing countless departures and returns, and occasionally responding to her.

However, this time...

An indescribable premonition lingered in her heart, making her unable to calm down.

Her fingertips gently stroked each other, and her hands felt slightly cold. Although her heartbeat was still steady, she was feeling nervous that she didn't even want to admit.

She knew that the raging waves were approaching.

She knew that this voyage was no ordinary expedition.

She even vaguely sensed that the fate the fleet was about to face would not end with a simple outcome of victory or defeat.

This was not just a hunch on her part, but a deeper perception.

She is Karadoria, a sea commander who has seen thousands of ships. Her soul has long been dedicated to Matheran and is connected to the ocean. She hears the whispers of the sea, feels the anxiety of the rolling tides, and can even read the emotions of the sea on Matheran's statue.

Is it compassion, a warning, or... a farewell?

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the distracting thoughts in her mind.

But she can't.

After hundreds of years of fighting, she had never been so nervous.

Every time she sailed, she could go on deck with a calm and decisive attitude, turn the storm into a boost with her impeccable command, and turn the enemy ship into wreckage with her steady wrist. But now, her chest seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible pressure, forcing her to sit down and use this moment of silence to adjust her breathing.

At this moment, she only had faith to rely on.

Her eyes fell back on the Matheran statue.

Those shell-encrusted eyes seemed to reveal a kind of transcendent tenderness, and the face of the sea god was quiet and majestic, just like the sea itself, maintaining a constant balance between angry waves and tranquil tides.

Karadoria slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Matheran...you already know...where I will sail this time?"

She thought silently in her mind.

In an instant, she seemed to hear the echo of the waves, the murmur of the distant sea breeze, and some gentle whisper that penetrated her soul.

It was not words, but a feeling that could not be described.

Like the tide caressing the beach, like a mother soothing her baby, like the ocean soothing her soul.

Her shoulders relaxed slightly.

Matheran did not tell her the answer.

The gods would never give her direct guidance. She still had to walk her own path and face the raging waves herself. However, at this moment, she knew at least one thing - the ocean would not abandon her, and Matheran was always watching her.

No matter where she goes, no matter what the final outcome is, the waves will still surge and the tides will still flow.

She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze no longer trembling, but regained the calmness and decisiveness that belonged to a commander at sea.

She knew that it was time for her to appear on deck and face whatever was to come.
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Dacus was wearing a sea-gold armor, or rather, the armor of the god of the sea. He sat on a chair, propping his chin with one hand, looking into the distance leisurely. His fingertips tapped the armrest from time to time, making a subtle and regular sound, like waves hitting the rocks.

Asur's fleet arrives.

If no third party had come out to interfere, then today, he would have been able to witness with his own eyes the most elite fleet in Ulthuan. They emerged from the morning light, their silver sails gleaming slightly in the rising sun, like a silver torrent rushing under the sky, carrying history and glory, slowly heading towards the place where fate intersects.

“Sometimes, I really admire you.”

Along with a burst of harsh footsteps, a cold and slightly sarcastic voice came from the side, breaking the silent air.

"Huh, what?" Daxus came back to his senses, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Malekith who appeared next to him.

Malekith pushed Dacus aside and sat on the armrest of the chair, crossing his legs. His other leg was like a pillar, supporting his body steadily, not letting his body break the armrest and then stage a farce.

"In your words, it's like taking off your pants to fart, which is unnecessary!" After posing, he crossed his arms, his tone calm.

Dacus, who was pushed aside, was stunned for a moment, and then he started laughing. He seemed to have heard a big joke, and at first he just chuckled, but soon his laughter gradually spread, and he even raised one hand to cover his face, his shoulders trembling slightly.

As he trembled, the sea-gold armor glowed faintly in the sunlight, like the surging light and shadow of the waves, reflecting the flowing blue and gold color.

Malekith did not laugh, he just looked at Daquus quietly, as if he was waiting, or observing.

But Daxus laughed to the extreme. After half a minute, he took a deep breath and blinked. There was still a smile in his eyes, but under that smile, there was a hint of thoughtfulness.

"You used my words to mock me."

"Is it funny?" Malekith's tone was still cold, "Or are you angry?"

"Angry?" Daxus shook his head, leaned back in his chair casually, and tapped his fingers on Malekith's armor twice, making a crisp sound. He looked into the distance with deep eyes, and his tone was calm as if he was talking about an insignificant trifle, "Why should I be angry? After all, you are right... I am indeed doing something like taking off my pants to fart."

The sea breeze was surging, bringing with it a salty smell, and also the changes in light and shadow in the distance under the morning light. After saying this, he raised his head and looked at the junction of the sea and the sky. Now, the sea was still empty and calm, with nothing, but his eyes narrowed slightly, because he could feel that a silver light was gradually approaching.

Those were the sails of the Asur fleet, rustling in the morning light, like a silver torrent under the sky.

The finest fleet in Ulthuan.

coming!

"What do you think I will do?" After a moment, he suddenly tilted his head and looked at Malekith with a casual smile.

"From what I know about you, you would run up to them, waving some crappy flag, and yelling 'Friends! Friends! Friends!! Listen to me!'" Malekith sneered and gave his answer without hesitation, imitating the man in a vivid way. Then, he teased, "You've done this a lot, Daquus, the 'friend-loving' one. I'm not like you. You can run into a few friends when you go out to buy a pack of cigarettes."

"Hey, my dear Malekith, my dear friend, you really understand me." Daqian was amused by Malekith. He nodded slightly with a hint of playfulness in his tone.

"I've only seen your stupidity and rigidity for so long!" Malekith sneered, staring at Dacreus coldly, his voice as sharp as a knife. "You're always bound by rules and regulations, and you insist on dragging me into it, making me bound by rules and regulations as well!"

"Stupid? Rules and regulations?" Daxus blinked, and the smile in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a more meaningful look. His pupils reflected the brilliance of the morning sun in the distance, as deep as the tide under the sea.

"Maybe." He said lightly.

Then he pushed Malekith aside and stood up.

The metallic sheen of the armor shone with a faint sea-blue glow in the sun, like waves dancing on the deck, and his cloak fluttered in the wind, like a battle flag about to set sail.

"Then do you like being bound by rules and regulations?" He lowered his head and patted his wristband, with an elusive light flashing in his eyes. His voice was a little playful, rippling in the wind, like the tide brushing against the reef. His tone was neither light nor heavy, as if he was just casually throwing out a question, and as if he was weaving some unspoken temptation in the sea breeze.

"like!"

Malekith answered without hesitation, without any hesitation in his tone, without any space for thought, as if this was not a question worth pondering at all.

There's no reason for him not to like it.

Rules and regulations bring order, and order breeds absolute power. It is in order that the Duruchi has become more powerful than ever before. Their fleet, their army, and their city-state all shine with the coldest and sharpest light under these layers of discipline.

These are not shackles, but chains and reins. They are the cornerstone for taming beasts and shaping empires, and they are the tools to control everything.

He had broken the order with his own hands, and he had also rebuilt the order with his own hands, and built a new throne in the ruins. He knew very well that a tribe without shackles would be just a group of beasts that would tear and bite. Today's Duruchi has been reborn. They have reached unprecedented heights, and have achieved glory that the whole world cannot help but look at, and he believes that they will be even more glorious in the future.

He was the creator of this order and one of its biggest beneficiaries.

What's not to like?
The moment the words fell, Dacius laughed, and Malekith also laughed.

Their laughter echoed high in the sky, but with a different rhythm.

Daxus's smile was a little lazy, like a cheetah strolling before hunting, with some kind of unpredictable interest, as if he had already expected the answer and never even doubted it.

Malekith's smile was even more severe, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a kind of half-smile, as if he was facing a ridiculous paradox, a shadow standing in front of him, completely different from him yet strangely similar to him.

However, their smiles did not last long.

Daxus quickly lowered the curve of his lips and spoke in a low voice.

"But I still have to do this. It's very important, very important! And it must succeed! Isn't it?"

His tone was still lazy, even a little casual, as if he was not talking about a naval battle that would tear the sea and sky apart and decide the future of Ulthuan, and even the naval battle of this planet, but rather discussing an insignificant gamble.

The wind blew from the sea, blowing his long hair, lifting his cloak, and carrying his words to the distant boundary between the sea and the sky, and into the battlefield that had not yet burned.

"I really want to know...will they really listen to me? Or..."

Malekith did not answer.

He just stood there, quietly looking at the man in front of him, as if he was examining him, or trying to spy on something. The light and shadow of the flame on the mask flowed deeply, reflecting the figure of Daquus - he looked at this man as if he was looking at a madman, or as if he was looking at a gambler, a gambler who was about to step into the abyss and bet everything on his life.

He never considered himself a gambler.

What he likes is calculation, strategy, and being a winner who is sure to win, rather than a reckless man throwing dice.

And Daxus...isn't he an ordinary gambler?

He is not the kind of fool who would leave his fate to luck.

He is magical. He is the kind of gambler who can make the dice obey his will and work for his own benefit. He is the kind of person who creates a battlefield outside the rules and finds loopholes in the chains of fate.

What impressed Malekith the most was that Daxus was not afraid of failure. It seemed that he was born to accept the worst outcome, as if he could find a new way under the abyss even if he lost everything.

This caused him to feel a subtle emotion.

Daxus took a step forward and stood on the edge of the platform, overlooking the vast sea. The wind blew from afar, lifting his cloak.

The silver sails of the Asur fleet were approaching inch by inch.

"They are coming." His voice was low and gentle, with a hint of expectation, as if he was welcoming a meeting rather than a war that might tear the sea and sky apart.

The sea in the distance was still calm, but the aura of the impending behemoth was already rolling in, surging like a raging tide, unstoppable.

Malekith narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression stern, with some indescribable complex emotions.

"Look! This is Ulthuan's finest fleet," Dacreus said softly, his eyes never moving away. His fingertips slowly slid through the air, as if tracing the outline of the silver sails. "They are the most magnificent army on the sea in any era."

"So, how are you going to get them to listen to your story?" Malekith's voice was serious yet mocking. "Stand on the deck and wave to them?"

"That's a possibility." Dacus raised the left corner of his mouth, his eyes bright and sharp.

"I wish you success, my dear Daquus." Malekith was silent for a moment, then sneered.

"Thank you!" Daxus' smile did not diminish, and he even nodded slightly, as if accepting a not-so-friendly blessing.

Malekith did not speak again. He just stood there, quietly looking at the junction of the sea and the sky - there, the sun was slowly rising, and the silver fleet was rolling in like the tide of fate.

It cannot be stopped and cannot be defied.

The moment Daxus turned around, the Trident of the Sea appeared in his left hand, and the blue-gold light danced in the sunlight, while his right hand reached out to Serene who was looking at him.

Today, Serene is not wearing a loose robe that wraps herself tightly, but is wearing the new outfit she wore after arriving in the New World. (Chapter 559)
She walked slowly with a calm and solemn look in her eyes, her steps light and graceful, and every step seemed to resonate with the heaven and earth. As soon as her toes left the ground, ripples appeared on the floor tiles, and mist filled the air, reflecting the light of the morning sun, lingering around her like a veil.

Daxus smiled, stretched out his hand, and lightly brushed the air with his fingertips, causing an invisible wave. He bent slightly and saluted Serene.

"Beautiful lady, will you dance with me?"

Serene looked at Dacus with deep eyes and a faint smile on her lips. Then, she slowly put her hand into Dacus's palm, and her fingertips gently touched it, which was cold but soft.

"Of course! Son of the noble Matheran."

Daxus clenched his five fingers and held Serene's hand tightly. Then, he suddenly took a step forward and leaped from the top of the spire like an arrow on a bow!

His cloak fluttered in the wind, the Trident of the Sea shone in the morning light, reflecting the dancing waves, and Serenie fell into the void with him. But they did not fall, but rushed towards the distant sea level like a cannonball!

At the same time, Duruchi's fleet has set up a dragnet to prepare for the upcoming bloody battle?
The dark arks, like floating fortresses, stood on the sea, and they spread out radially with the Nagor as the center. This grid-like formation was mainly to allow the land vessels on the arks to connect with each other, forming a larger circle and a unified magic circle. With the blessing of the land vessels, the seafood flying in the sky could maneuver quickly over the fleet, and could gallop freely from south to north, from east to west, killing the enemy.

Further out, the endless ironclad warships surged like a black tide, forming a huge arc-shaped defense circle, surrounding the Black Ark and guarding Anaheim. These warships were the main battleships of the Druch Navy. They were huge in number, with thick hulls, sharp bows, and slippery like loaches. The densely packed crossbows on the decks pointed straight ahead, and the arrows of the crossbows flashed with a cold glimmer, waiting for the order to devour the enemy, while the guards were ready.

High in the sky, assault ships from the army and navy hovered below the clouds, ready to jump down at the best moment and tear apart the enemy's formation with the force of a drop from the sky!

However, the real killer is lurking higher in the sky.

Among the sea of ​​clouds, the figures of red dragons are looming, their scales burning with metallic light, and their wings stirring up violent gales in the mist. They are waiting, waiting for the morning light to illuminate the sea, waiting for the prey to enter the slaughterhouse, waiting for Daquus's order.

It's not just the Red Dragon.

In the more distant sky, another even more mysterious existence is swirling among the clouds - Kukulkan.

He is Alyssa's companion and the ruler of the sky. His scales reflect colorful light in the sun, his huge wings cut through the air, bringing up hurricane-like torrents, and his eyes are like those of an ancient god, looking down at the earth and spying on the trajectory of fate.

This is a dance of death woven by the black destroyer.

This is Duruchi's war.

It is their destiny engraved in their blood for thousands of years.

Now, will they write the chapter of this battle with blood?

The figures of Dacus and Serene intertwined, whirling in the wind and leaping on the crest of the waves. Sometimes they stayed close to the sea surface, stirring up layers of water, as if dancing on the mirror; sometimes they jumped into the air, flipping in the sun, their cloaks fluttering, their skirts rising, like seagulls flying in front of the storm. Their speed was not hindered by the wind and waves, but with the help of the wind, they glided like flowing clouds, like a dream woven by the sea god himself, slowly unfolding in this sea area.

There was no pause in their pace, their rhythm was smooth and precise, and every turn and every glide was filled with unspeakable tacit understanding and grace, as if they had rehearsed for a long time before stepping onto the stage.

However, they never rehearsed once...

They just follow the flow of the wind and the guidance of the sea to dance in the most natural way. They don't deliberately show anything, but they seem to be telling some unspeakable truth, a truth that transcends war, faith, and race.

On the black ark, on the deck of the battleship, on the bridge of the assault ship, countless Duruchi looked up at the two of them, their eyes filled with awe and amazement. Some of them had seen the violence of war, the brilliance of magic, the black ark crushing enemy ships with the force of thunder, and the glory of dragon flames burning the entire sea, but they had never seen a scene like this.

There were no swords clashing, no flames tearing the sky, no trumpets blowing, just a dance, rushing towards the enemy like a tide under the shadow of the coming war.

This is a declaration.

This is a silent declaration, a gamble on fate.

In the Asur fleet, an Asur stood quietly on the deck of the flagship. He raised his right hand slightly, and a monocular telescope inlaid with silver lines was brought to his eyes. Through the lens, he stared at the two figures speeding at high speed, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Sea Lord" Aislin, a follower of Maserlan and commander of the Asur Fleet.

He frowned slightly, and countless thoughts emerged in his mind. Although he had heard about them for a long time, this was the first time he saw Darkus and Serene, and this was not the scene of a battle. He had imagined many scenes, but he had never thought that what greeted him would be a dance, a dance performed on the waves before the storm came.

He slowly ran his fingers over the metal edge of the telescope, thinking.

Dacus - Champion of Matheran, son of Matheran, Duruchi blessed by Poseidon, the incarnation of Poseidon.

Serene - the daughter of Matheran, a demigod, the embodiment of the intersection of faith and ocean currents.

Their power comes from the ocean, and their existence itself is the highest symbol of faith in Matheran.

Aislin exhaled gently. He had listened to the whispers of the waves in front of the statue of Maserlan, looked at the starry sky on the deck at night, and prayed to the sea god in the storm. Now, the sea breeze blew from afar, bringing with it the salty smell of tide and some kind of ancient call.

This is a meeting of destiny.

His eyes slowly swept across the fleet on his side. The silver-white sails sparkled in the sun, the armor of the sea guards reflected the cold light, the bows and crossbows were strung, the spears were in place, and the warships were ready for battle.

however……

He looked down at his hand, which was holding the telescope tightly, and his knuckles were slightly white. Deep in his heart, something was struggling, and a voice whispered in his ear...

They are the descendants of Matheran.

He sighed deeply. He knew that the next order would be the most difficult decision in his life, but...

He took another deep breath, then slowly raised his hand and waved it backwards.

An order was passed down silently.

For a moment, the silver-white fleet slowly stopped, like a barrier made of stars, silently stretching across the blue sea. The sails trembled slightly in the sun, like a silver gull spreading its wings. The soldiers on the deck looked at each other, with doubts and confusion in their eyes. They didn't understand why the battle was already won, why the formation that should have been pulled apart was stuck in the sea breeze, waiting for some unknown choice.

But soon, their attention was drawn to the distance.

On the sea, two figures were rushing towards them.

Aislin looked at the two figures still running in the wind and waves, his eyes as deep as the sea. He had done everything he could and should do. The rest was left to Dacus and Serene...

The sea breeze howled and the waves surged, carrying some invisible omen, and the silver-white fleet stood silently, like a temple isolated between the waves, waiting for the arrival of the oracle.

And the messenger of God, or his incarnation, has arrived!

Daqius' cloak fluttered in the strong wind. He held the Trident of the Sea tightly in his hand, feeling the waves surging in its depths. That was the echo of the waves and the whisper of the sea god.

He and Serene walked on the waves and finally entered the array of the Asur fleet. Their steps did not stop, and their dance steps were still smooth. They did not draw their swords or chant spells, but their existence itself had become the eye of the storm and the focus of all eyes.

On the deck, a sea guard holding a bow subconsciously tightened the bowstring, his fingertips trembling slightly, and the bowstring made a subtle vibration as it was tightened, as if even the weapon was hesitating. His pupils contracted, and his eyes were fixed on the two figures coming on the waves, with shock, confusion, hesitation... and a trace of indescribable awe in his eyes.

He had seen storms swallow warships, giant whales sinking and floating on the sea, and thunder splitting the sky...but he had never seen anyone walking on the sea like this, as if the sea god himself was descending on the waves. What confused him most was that he seemed to have seen the current scene somewhere, but he couldn't remember clearly, as if it was in a painting, or in a dream.

A young sailor gasped, his Adam's apple rolled, and his knuckles turned slightly white on the spear. At this moment, he had no time to think about the difference between enemies and friends. There was only one question in his mind: What kind of miracle is this?
The figures of Dacreus and Serene were reflected in the surging waves, like a dream, like reality, like a dream and like reality.

A captain had a deep look in his eyes, his hand firmly grasping the hilt of his sword. Although his expression did not change, the light in his eyes was like a raging storm, surging violently.

How can this be?

Duruchi? Walking on the sea? A gift from the sea god? No, this is impossible... It shouldn't be like this...

His mind was resisting, but his instincts were whispering.

He had seen these two figures and the Trident of the Sea in his dreams more than once, but... when the scenes in the dream really appeared before his eyes, he could no longer use "rumors" or "exaggerations" to explain them away.

Some warriors tightly grasped the rune pendant of Matheran on their chests, their lips trembling slightly, and their eyes revealed incredible complex emotions. His faith told him that the sea god protected Asur, their fleet, and their voyage... But now, the trident symbolizing the grace of the sea god was actually held in the hands of a Duruchi?

For a moment, the entire fleet fell into a suffocating silence.

There were no horns, no orders, no one questioned, and no attack was launched.

Because at this moment, no one wants to be the first person to speak - because they are afraid that the questions they ask will be torn to pieces by the storm of facts in the next second.

Daquus slowly raised his trident, the sea breeze blowing across his body, his cloak rolling like the tide. The waves swirled under his feet, as if the entire ocean was responding to his presence.

His eyes swept across the Asur fleet, over the warriors who had prayed before the statue of Maselan, over the sailors who had offered sacrifices to the sea god on stormy nights, and over the commanders who chanted the name of the sea god as they sailed.

They have all listened to the sound of the tide, and stood on the bow of the ship, telling their wishes to the sea breeze.

But now, their faith is crumbling, like a battleship broken in a storm, drifting helplessly.

Daxus slowly raised his hand and stretched it forward. His voice penetrated the wind and waves, low and firm, like the echo of the tide.

"Matheran is here. Are you willing to listen to the whispers of the sea god?"

These words were like thunder, breaking the silence on the deck.

Some soldiers suddenly opened their eyes wide, and the figure of Daxus was reflected in their eyes, but they instinctively lowered their gaze the next moment, as if they dared not to look directly at him.

Some sailors murmured, their voices trembling, "Did the sea god...really...protect him?"

Aislin watched quietly, and at this moment, he finally understood, finally realized the significance of this moment, he knew why Finnubar allowed the fleet to appear here, perhaps... this was the best ending.

Not only him, at this moment, all the Asur realized a horrible fact: they were not confronting a certain Duruchi, nor were they fighting against a certain traitor.

What they are facing is the echo of the tide, the messenger of the storm, the whisper of the sea god - faith and destiny itself!
"Have you ever listened to the whispers of the waves? Have you ever heard the echo of the tide before the dawn? Have you ever prayed to the sea god for protection when the storm comes? Have you ever held the rudder tightly in the dark night, hoping for the dawn?"

Daxus continued with a sharp gaze.

"We ride the same oceans, we whisper prayers to the same gods, we struggle for survival in the same storms."

"But today, we are standing on this sea, facing each other in battle."

The sea breeze weaved between his words, gently blowing across the deck and across every Asur's face, bringing with it a salty dampness and a certain invisible weight.

He slowly raised the Trident of the Sea. The tip of the trident flickered with a deep blue light, like the light surging in the abyss of the sea.

The gentle sea breeze blew over the deck, brushing the faces of every Asur warrior. They stood there, the sword-wielders did not swing their swords, the bow-wielders did not release their arrows, and the spear-wielders did not move forward. The trident in Dacius's hand was reflected in their eyes, and the deep blue light was like the mysterious light surging from the abyss of the sea, like some kind of revelation, stirring up waves in their hearts.

"Today, are we really going to dye this ocean red with each other's blood under the watchful eyes of the gods?"

“Or should we listen to the wave and hear what it’s saying?”

Silence flowed between the warships, spreading like a tide.

An Asur sailor slowly closed his eyes, his lips and teeth trembling, as if he was muttering to himself, or chanting an ancient hymn in a low voice. He seemed to really hear something in his ears - no longer the whistling of the sea wind, nor the trembling of the sails, but a deeper sound, like the rise and fall of the tide, like the surge of the waves, like the echo of the tide from ancient times.

"The waves... are whispering..."

Unsure, no one is sure.

Asur didn't know what to believe: the cold steel in his hands or the whispers of the wind and waves?
Dacus hung there quietly, his cloak fluttering in the wind, his silver hair fluttering in the wind, like white waves rolling on the sea. He did not speak again, in fact, there was nothing to say, and he had already said everything he needed to say. The rest could only be left to this ocean, to those warriors struggling in silence, and to faith.

At this moment, the whispers of Poseidon are echoing.

An Asur warrior slowly put down his spear, the metal tip of the spear gently touched the deck, making a barely audible low sound. Then, more warriors put down their weapons, untied their bowstrings, and sheathed their swords.

There was still confusion and struggle in their eyes, but they did not take action.

They chose to listen.

Silence echoed among the warships.

However, just as the sea fell into a brief silence, a ray of light suddenly rose from the sea surface.

Light burst out from the top of the trident in Daxus's hand, like a sleeping star awakening at this moment, illuminating the entire sea. The light was not a blinding flame, nor a dazzling lightning, but a deep blue glow like moonlight falling on the sea, carrying endless tranquility and majesty, like the deepest whisper in the night sea, like the most sacred echo in the depths of the tide.

In an instant, the entire sea seemed to be touched by this sacred power. The water surface trembled slightly, and ripples spread out, converging into an invisible wave, penetrating into the hull of every Asur warship and spreading to the heart of every sailor.

Then, they heard it—the echo of the tide!

The sea was no longer calm, and the waves began to surge. However, this surge was not a violent storm, but a more sacred rhythm, a great power that followed the rhythm of the waves. Before anyone realized what was happening, the Asur fleet had slowly...moved.

But who gave the orders? Who adjusted the sails? Who held the helm?

No one knows.

The commanders looked at their sailors, but found that no one on the deck touched the wooden steering wheel, and no one adjusted the angle of the sails, but the warships were still moving forward - pushed by the waves, in an inexplicable way, slowly moving forward, towards Anaheim...

"Matheran?"

Someone whispered, with awe, confusion, and a tremor almost like fear in his voice.

The entire fleet moved forward under the guidance of the tide, without any trace of human control. The sails of the warships swelled in the wind, but there was no frenzy of galloping, only a steady and smooth flow, as if being gently lifted by a pair of invisible hands, as if following some eternal and unchanging course, moving towards the direction of destiny.

The whispers of the sea-god still echo in the ears, and the low hum of the waves resounds in the heart of every Asur.

Their beliefs cannot be violated.

Their gods cannot be questioned.

At this moment, the Asur warriors put their foreheads close to the deck and lowered their proud heads towards the ocean, the land, and the vast blue world.

They listened to the voice of Poseidon, they felt the guidance of Poseidon, and they understood.

Today, they will not start a war here, nor will they break their swords here.

They will obey the will of the waves, follow the winds, follow the waves, and follow the direction the gods have directed...towards Anaheim.

The sea breeze remains the same, the waves remain the same, only this sea area, at this moment, is truly peaceful. (End of this chapter)