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Chapter 23: Battle of the White Sea Dike (Two in one! Please read!)
The seawall is rapidly spreading towards another island.

In fact, when more than one hundred people are fully working in a state of mental connection, the productivity that can be exerted is often greater than that of thousands or even tens of thousands of people.

They didn't need distance markers, as Li Ang had already prepared the path for them. They didn't need overseers or canteen supplies, as Li Ang had already prepared a rich supply of fruit for them to eat. They didn't even need to think about anything else, as their bodies had already been requisitioned.

Under such ideal conditions where everyone performs their duties in precise rotation, various progress can be said to be advancing rapidly.

Without such a powerful ability, Leon would not have thought that he could complete such an amazing masterpiece as the cross-sea road in just twenty days.

Although the distance was not far, only four kilometers, the pure white road was extending little by little towards the other side of the ocean, gradually spreading to the larger island, connecting the two scattered areas.

But, there are enemies.

This group of enemies is definitely not strong. Li Ang looked at the shadowy crowd on the other side of the sea and quickly made a judgment in his mind.

If they had any powerful abilities, they would never have feared the Royal Navy's artillery and ships. Even after Leon's planning, the current Ceramic City-State relied on two wonders. If he had complete control over it, it could withstand at least two rounds of bombardment, not just one.

The artificially guided, intelligent demonic artillery manufactured by the Demon Firepower Company possessed powerful, blasphemous attacks and unholy firepower, effectively killing any normal creature. Even a single round of fire from a naval fleet seventy years ago would be enough to send a demigod wailing in agony. The life on these islands was definitely not at the level of a demigod.

They also have a certain level of intelligence, because they hid when the navy fleet arrived. Without intelligence, it would be impossible to identify the newcomers.

As for the idea that they could be born naturally, that is nonsense; they are human faces.

Any human face could not have been born naturally.

Amidst the curses and wails of countless human deaths, the human face and posture are unique in the world. No other life form can experience the suffering and torture of the human life. Unless they are born to accept more than thirty curses and alienation.

While Britannia and the major empires of the Old World were unbelievably inhuman, their actions were unbelievably unhuman, yet their indifference held both a curse and a blessing for humanity. A race protected by countless gods would never allow any alien to defile their sacred presence. Even approaching them would create immense pressure, requiring recognition from humanity itself.

And it is obvious that these abnormal creatures that appear every night are obviously man-made.

As the White Seawall gradually approached, the appearance of those figures gradually became clearer, and it also made people more and more convinced that these monsters were definitely not human.

Within the shadows, these monsters' facial features were horrifyingly randomly arranged, their bodies distorted in unnatural ways. The clothing they wore was clearly naval, but distorted beyond belief. They looked like grotesque imitations of delusional imitations of the mind.

Some monsters even held gun-like props, and some shadows pretended to shoot, but not a single bullet blessed by the Holy See burst from the barrel. And just looking at the crooked angels and the damaged barrels, it was clear that these things were just for show.

Faced with these fragments, Leon quickly found information about these monsters from his knowledge.

'System prompt: You have detected the threat on the island!'

'System prompt: You are facing a siege by a group of cursed mimics!'

Mimics are the name given to these monsters that look like melted wax figures under the illumination of sunlight porcelain.

These monsters, with twisted limbs, are almost unable to move and can only rely on the shadows to look at the white seawall. They are magical creatures simulated with the greatest hatred and hostility in the cursed and twisted magic.

These twisted life forms often appeared in complex magical environments, or within large, destroyed magical environments. Only when countless people's dying curses and wails were unleashed could these abominable monsters, which caused people to feel physically uncomfortable, be born.

These pathetic monsters have no intelligence and no physical body. They are born from the magic of hatred and take on the most terrifying postures to attack any human.

In Leon's memory, these monsters often appeared in the empire's concentrated slaughterhouses, and Leon also understood the causes of these monsters.

"Those members of the sect all died here... That's pretty typical of the Royal Navy."

Looking at the almost endless group of imitating monsters, Leon quickly knew where the monsters on these islands came from.

According to the last log and the information on the Imperial Wharf, they obtained the props for replicating monsters from a hidden sect, took it away and sealed it, leaving only the Oracle Machine on the wharf as a suppression of the traitor.

However, Leon found no trace of any religious sects or man-made structures on the original islands. It now appeared that perhaps seventy years ago, this was a navigable isthmus at low tide. After constructing an imperial port here, the members of the Royal Navy fleet explored deeper into the archipelago, ultimately killing all those within.

As for why they were all killed, the imitation monster is not very clear. The Royal Navy logos are more exquisite than each other, which is enough to prove what the final hatred here is.

It's quite pitiful when you think about it. These people may not have done anything bad in their lives, but they were killed by the Royal Navy who came for no apparent reason.

The Royal Navy even more abstractly wiped out the entire family and then felt that the treasure they found was not good, so they threw it away.

What kind of thing is this? Does the Empire really have a killing addiction? It feels so bad if it doesn't kill a few people?
Looking at the crimson shadows on the coast, Leon quickly made his own judgment.

"They are all unintelligent monsters. I'm afraid they can't leave the island. Just shoot them all to the ground with bows and arrows."

"Yes, my lord."

Charlemagne, who looked increasingly strong and majestic, knelt on the ground and kowtowed respectfully. Then he walked on the white porcelain road and headed towards the seawall with several other warriors carrying long bows that were almost taller than a person.

Over the next ten days, thanks to the people's hard work, the White Seawall expanded at a rate of nearly two hundred meters per day. After all, this wasn't a technically demanding project; simply laying kaolin and broken porcelain shards on the tracks would create the perfect materials. And those with nothing else to do were happy to burn ceramics late into the night, creating something beautiful to admire.

Sixteen days later, the warriors now wore resplendent white and blue ceramic armor, as white as the sky, with pale gold gauntlets and kneepads, pale silver shoulder pads, and pure black helmets. The rustic beauty of this color combination almost made Le Ang despair, but these warriors took pride in it. Holding their bows, they stood by the seawall, steadily drawing their arrows and placing their integrated Lianshan porcelain arrowheads on their bows.

It was like they were just there to watch the fun, and no one felt any danger. Now was the perfect time to relax, and a group of people, arms folded, feet tilted, held up their daylight porcelains and gazed at the hazy sea.

Although it was almost difficult for them to see clearly what kind of enemy was on the other side of the ocean, since Leon said there was one, it was enough for them to just obey.

"preparation!"

Charlemagne roared as he drew his bow.

Blessed by Leon's will, the little giants, who had become almost one and a half times the size of ordinary people, blushed and stretched the soft porcelain bows in their hands to the limit.

The platinum-colored arrow shone with a faint brilliance in the night, just like the white seawall shining in the dark underfoot, as if it contained some very unique power that ordinary people could not touch or even imagine.

"Shoot!" Ten arrows shot out like meteors and instantly landed on the opposite island.

The first wave was merely a test of the monsters' reflexes. The flickering sparks from the sky fell onto the beach, but they didn't catch their attention.

"Round two! Ready! Fire!"

Ten more bright lights flashed in the night, this time sinking into the edge of the beach to the land.

But unlike those that fell directly on the beach, this time the ten arrows tore through a different kind of darkness, bringing with them some unique and wonderful tearing sounds.

Where the arrow landed, it felt as if some invisible force was encroaching, attempting to engulf the sharp, white-light-emitting ceramic arrow. This was the effect of the Lianshan Kiln porcelain's resistance to mystical forces.

Not surprisingly, not unexpectedly, looking at the monsters that seemed to be a little agitated, Charlemagne raised his bow again.

"Round three! Ready! Fire!"

"..."

Accompanied by the sound of tearing rags, ten sharp arrows instantly tore through the mimic monster's appearance, igniting the irregular mass of flesh and blood inside it into a bright torch.

These wriggling monsters let out a terrifying scream. In the dark and cold night, these monsters began to turn their stiff bodies, as if enraged by the attack just now. Gradually, they squirmed like waves and moved towards the white seawall.

Looking at these monsters, far more terrifying than the translucent, powerless creatures of the Mist Soldiers, these warriors, who were ordinary people two months ago, subconsciously swallowed their saliva and nervously drew the pale golden white porcelain swords hanging from their waists. They seemed to be watching the incoming tide in a panic.

"Don't be nervous, I'm right here with you. Just do as you did in training."

"grown ups!"

"Don't worry, I'm with you."

Leon came quietly to the ten nervous warriors, took out ten spears made of ebony and sharp porcelain, and gave them to the warriors in front of him.

"Cooperate and strangle them as you've always done. These mimics have the ability to instantly curse others to death and are virtually undetectable by magic, but they're most afraid of barriers and physical damage. And that's exactly what we have."

Looking at the monsters swarming across the ocean like a tsunami, Leon's voice, like a father looming in the sky, steadied everyone's spirits. They subconsciously grasped their spears as they had been trained, and faced the incoming monsters.

It literally poured in. Faced with so much malice spreading from the opposite island, the White Seawall was like a beacon in the darkness, with only the weapons under its feet and in its hands emitting a light and soft glow.

But the humans did not feel afraid or terrified, because as just said, the adults were already by their side.

Then the only outcome is victory and eternal victory.

"Hold your spears and form a formation."

Looking at the monsters rushing towards the White Seawall from all directions, Leon stood in the center of the ten people, looked at those deformed monsters, and issued his own orders.

"prick."

He instinctively thrust his spear forward, which was like piercing a cowhide bag covered in mud.

The monsters in navy uniforms suddenly collapsed, and gradually dissolved and burned under the influence of the white seawall under their feet, turning into a ball of flames.

……That's it?
It doesn't seem any easier than bending down to pick up kaolin and play with mud.

Watching those bizarre creatures instantly melt and burn beneath their spears, everyone was stunned. Leon's voice once again echoed in their ears. Calm, rational, yet filled with an indescribable charm and majesty.

"Just follow my rhythm and orders. Although there seem to be a lot of monsters, the total number is no more than three hundred. Now follow my orders, stab."

Everyone instinctively thrust their spears forward.

"receive."

The ten monsters fell like wheat, leaving platinum-colored flames on the sea surface.

"prick."

He handed over the spear in his hand again.

"receive."

Ten more monsters dissolved and burned in the white seawall, gradually illuminating the seabed full of broken bones and remains in the dark ocean waves.

The area of ​​betrayal and the area where the indigenous people were massacred are not far apart.

The remains of these imitators were gradually washed away by the waves and carried into the submerged isthmus. And now, the magic of their hatred also decomposed and burned in the ocean, eventually illuminating the final destination of this place of resentment.

Not until the last imitator died and there were no more monsters in the forest opposite under the night sky, and the surrounding sea area almost illuminated the entire seabed, did Leon breathe a sigh of relief.

Turning around, I saw countless humans still lighting up the Sun Porcelain and waving their hands at this side.

They never seemed to doubt Li Ang's ability.

And this is even more true now.

'System prompt: You have completed a highly compatible mysterious war! Refining the spoils!'

(End of this chapter)