Elven cultivators

The area of ​​the whirlpool.

Dark, gloomy clouds filled the sky, and an invisible pressure, like mountains, pressed down on the battlefield below.

Countless figures clashed and fought underwater and on the surface, stirring up the entire sea into a turbid and churning mess.

The sea giant swung its massive anchor, each strike sending up a water column several meters high, smashing nearby skeletal sea monsters and scattering bone fragments everywhere.

Hydra and murlocs, wielding halberds and curved blades, roared as they charged toward the undead, their scales and shells reflecting a dark luster in the water.

The Selchi transformed into seals and submerged into the water, silently swooping behind the undead and launching a surprise attack.

The Seren mermaids swam in groups of three or five behind the lines, their songs piercing through the layers of seawater and swirling above the battlefield, dispelling fear and healing wounds for the warriors at the front, while simultaneously creating invisible barriers to block the corrosive mist surging from behind the undead army.

Under the fierce onslaught of the sea creatures, undead were constantly being shattered and torn apart.

However, more and more undead are emerging from the deep waters at the edge of the battlefield.

They are deformed creatures pieced together from seaweed, shellfish and scattered skeletons, with twisted shapes. Some have broken fish tails, some have several pairs of asymmetrical limbs, and some have more than one skull stacked on their torso.

These monsters showed no fear, their movements stiff yet unwavering as they dragged their rotting bodies into the battlefield, filling the void left by their fallen comrades.

The battle had lasted a day and a night. The sky over the sea changed from leaden gray to dark blue, then back to leaden gray, until dawn.

The boundary between day and night gradually became blurred in the midst of the battle.

On a low reef island behind the battlefield, Celine and a group of temple elders stood atop the rocks, their eyes fixed on the churning sea in the distance.

The sea breeze lifted the hem of Celine's silver-grey robe, but she remained motionless, her eyes fixed on the movements of the battlefield.

The expressions of the elders behind him were also far from pleasant.

"The number of undead has increased again." Elder Zane frowned. "Our clearing speed can't keep up with their replenishment speed at all."

Upon hearing this, Elder Monley immediately snorted coldly: "I've said it before, consolidate our defenses and stop launching attacks against the undead. The sea race's war of attrition against the undead is like continuously supplying them with manpower. For every one of our deaths, they gain another. When will this ever end?"

"That's right." Elder Lowe nodded in agreement. "We are no match for the undead in a war of attrition. If this continues, our forces will only dwindle, and we will be defeated sooner or later."

As soon as he finished speaking, the elders who were in the same faction as Monley and Lowe echoed his sentiments, while subtly glancing at Celine in front of them.

Celine keenly sensed the gaze behind her and sighed inwardly.

After succeeding as the Holy Maiden, she strongly advocated for friendly relations with the Silver Moon Clan.

Thanks to this, trade between the Whirlpool Islands and the East has increased year by year, with resources flowing in at a much faster rate than in previous years. The various tribes are indeed developing better and better, and her prestige is rising accordingly.

Those tribal leaders who had previously wavered began to actively gravitate towards her.

Naturally, they were unwilling to relinquish power so easily, so taking advantage of the Temple's heavy casualties in this war, they kept jumping up and down, trying to regain control of the narrative.

It was a critical moment concerning the survival of the Temple, and instead of working together to help the Temple overcome the crisis, they were scheming for power and hindering the Temple's progress.

Celine sometimes couldn't help but think that she wished she were a demigod.

In that case, she would have enough power and prestige to suppress these short-sighted, selfish individuals.

Unfortunately, she is only a saint, and it is uncertain whether she will become a demigod in her lifetime.

Celine remained silent, but the elders of the Saintess faction could no longer remain silent.

Elder Domike frowned and said, "Contract the defenses? What's the difference between that and handing our lives over to the enemy?"

His sharp gaze fell on Monley's face. "You think only the corpses of our people can be transformed into undead? Naïve! The sea monsters, whales, giant fish... almost all marine life in this area are material for undead transformation."

"Do you know how many marine creatures there are in the Great Whirlpool Sea? If we let it go unchecked, it won't be long before Morlock can conjure an army of tens of millions of undead. What will we use to resist then?"

Please visit...to see the latest chapter! Address: dEqixs.oRg Elder Zane responded, "That's right. At least we can still take the initiative now and keep it in the coastal area. If it really retreats to the interior of the archipelago and lets Morlock do whatever he wants, it won't be long before the entire Great Whirlpool Sea becomes a dead sea."

Monri's facial muscles twitched, but he remained unyielding: "Aren't we being slowly eroded like this too? How many lives have we lost over the years? How many tribes have been brutally decimated? If this continues, how long do you think we can hold out?"

Domike said in a deep voice, "The Silvermoon Clan has already wiped out the undead on the land. As long as they are free to deal with it, they can join forces with us to fight Morlock."

Monri sneered: "I admit the Silvermoon Clan is very strong. Their army is invincible on land and even in the air, but the sea is different."

"Neither the elves, nor their alchemical golems and fleets, can stay at sea for long. Even if the Silvermoon Clan joins the war, it will not help the current situation."

Domike paused, exchanged a glance with Zane, and both fell silent.

They knew in their hearts that Monley's words were not entirely without merit.

Naval warfare and land warfare are completely different things.

The Silvermoon Clan's army can sweep across the land, but it's hard to say how much combat power they can exert at sea.

Seeing his two adversaries fall silent, Monley's aura intensified, and he snorted coldly, "What's more, there's Morlock. Among the six undead lords, he is the most unique. As long as he's in the sea, apart from the Black Emperor personally taking action, I'm afraid there's no one on the entire Dawn Continent who can subdue him."

Mentioning the Black Emperor caused the atmosphere to become somewhat tense.

The detailed account of the Black Emperor's defeat of Gormash had already spread throughout the entire continent, and everyone who heard it was deeply shocked by the terrifying power displayed by the Black Emperor. Even Gormash, who was also a demigod, was as powerless as a child in front of the Black Emperor.

The overwhelming disparity in strength was utterly disheartening.

Elder Lowe spoke slowly, his tone heavy: "Even the former Holy Maiden was no match for Moloch. Even if Anton personally intervenes, who can guarantee he'll win?"

Everyone fell silent.

Celine's eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly.

Just six months ago, the former saintess was promoted to demigod.

Just then, Moloch led his army to attack, so the former saintess personally took action against Moloch.

The result of that battle was that the former Holy Maiden was seriously injured and has not yet fully recovered.

Although Morok was also injured, his undead constitution allowed him to recover much faster than the living. Before long, he reappeared on the battlefield, unleashing a violent tidal wave and storm that took away countless Temple soldiers.

The Temple was almost powerless against Morlock.

Although Anton had the feat of killing the Underworld Dragon King, it was because he had the advantage of terrain and won by using a magic array that could restrain the undead.

But if the positions are reversed, and Morlock has the advantage of terrain, Anton would probably have a hard time dealing with this undead lord. "Alright, stop arguing."

Celine suddenly spoke up, silencing the argument.

"I have already sent people to contact the Silvermoon Clan. We will decide what to do after they respond to Morlock and the subsequent war."

"Until then, everything will remain as it is."

After all, Selene is the current Holy Maiden, the nominal head of the temple.

Even Monri and Lowe wouldn't easily go against her words.

The two elders exchanged a glance and said nothing more.

Just then, everyone's expression suddenly changed, and they all looked up into the distance.

A heavy sense of oppression was spreading from the direction of the undead army, like an undercurrent rising from the bottom of the deep sea, silent yet carrying the momentum to crush everything.

"It's Morlock." Monley's expression changed slightly.

He was all too familiar with this feeling; every time Morlock appeared on the battlefield, he was accompanied by this suffocating pressure.

Sure enough, at the horizon where the sea and sky meet, a massive silhouette suddenly ripped through the water and rapidly approached the battlefield. A fierce storm followed in its wake.

The leaden-gray clouds that had been hanging low suddenly pressed down, as if the sky were sinking.

A fierce wind, carrying the stench of salt and decay, swept over us. Hundreds of meters high walls of waves surged up from the depths of the battlefield, their tops shattering into countless grayish-white sprays that spread out along the sea to both sides.

In the center of that wall of waves, a massive figure, so enormous that all the witnesses instinctively held their breath, slowly emerged from the water.

His body had no flesh or blood, only a gigantic skeleton.

The bones were a decaying, dark green, covered with thick, deformed bone plates that resembled coral reefs.

The ribcage flared out to the sides, revealing an empty chest cavity inside, where a slowly rotating, eerie blue flame flickered in the darkness.

His eye sockets were sunken and empty, with only two almost solidified icy blue phosphorescent flames floating within them, like deep-sea ice.

With each flicker of the phosphorescent flame, the surrounding air would drop several degrees, and even breathing would reveal a clear white mist.

A giant whale with a deep skeletal structure.

A lord of the undead who roams the deep seas and strikes fear into the hearts of countless sea creatures.

With his appearance, a terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire sea area. Almost all the sea creatures above the peak of the Gold Realm were horrified to discover that they had lost their perception of the power of the laws.

Before they could react, Morlock had already opened his jaw and let out a chilling shriek.

That was not the song of a whale, but the mournful scream of countless souls swallowed by it and shipwrecked victims.

This vengeful spirit's attack directly strikes the soul of the creature, plunging it into fear and chaos; the weak may even die on the spot.

As a result, the sea creature soldiers closest to Moloch were the first to suffer.

Many sea creature soldiers, despite having no external injuries, froze in place, their weapons slipping from their hands, their pupils dilating, before slowly sinking like drowning puppets.

Further away, the sea creature army also began to stir.

Some people covered their ears tightly, while others buried their heads in the water.

Some sea creatures, gripped by fear and chaos, fled frantically, crashing through the previously solid defensive lines.

Large numbers of sea warriors lost consciousness amidst the screams and were swept away by the current and sank downwards.

Fortunately, a clear and melodious chant soon rose slowly from behind the sea creatures' lines.

Hundreds upon hundreds of Seren mermaids gathered together, hands clasped over their chests, chanting in unison. The song spread out like ripples on water, dissolving the piercing scream that seemed to pierce the soul, and calming the army's chaos and fear.

The unconscious sea warriors gradually regained consciousness under the influence of the song. Although their faces were pale, they managed to stabilize their formation and began to retreat one after another.

This has become a custom among the sea creatures.

Once Moloch appears on the battlefield, all the sea creatures can retreat on their own initiative without waiting for orders from the rear.

The sea creatures began an orderly retreat, with shield warriors taking turns covering the wounded as they moved backward. Archers and spellcasters maintained suppressive fire as they retreated, suppressing the undead who tried to take advantage of the chaos to pursue.

Morlock did not give chase.

It hovered amidst the surging gray-white waves, its head slightly tilted towards the island, as if scrutinizing something.

Moments later, the seawater around it began to become turbid at a visible speed, turning from deep blue to grayish-white, like a mass of crushed bone powder spreading in the water.

The grayish-white waters are rapidly expanding outwards.

This is a "death torrent" composed of corrupted seawater and death energy.

Any object swept by this torrent will decay more quickly, its vitality forcibly stripped away, leaving it no chance to struggle.

Even legendary-level powerhouses could only barely hold out for a moment; if they didn't escape in time, they would still die. Celine and the elders immediately recognized this move, and their expressions changed drastically.

They had suffered from the deadly floods before.

This move is the ultimate weapon for clearing out the minions.

"Quickly retreat back into the magic circle!" an elder shouted the order.

The sea creatures' defenses began to tighten rapidly, retreating towards the sea area behind the island, which was covered by a light blue halo.

That was a defensive array set up by the temple near the sea.

Only that area could withstand the deadly torrent of Morlock.

Just as the gray-white waterline was about to approach the edge of the line, Morlock suddenly stopped moving.

Its massive skull tilted slightly, and the eerie blue flames within its chest cavity flickered violently twice, as if drawn to something.

Then it slowly turned its body towards the north.

Celine and the others noticed something was wrong at almost the same time.

She instinctively looked up, gazing towards the horizon where the sea met the sky. At the edge of the horizon, a slender golden streak was approaching at an extremely fast speed.

One moment they were extremely far away, and the next they suddenly appeared over the ocean.

The light suddenly receded, revealing a tall, slender figure.

Upon seeing the figure clearly, Celine and the elders behind her were all stunned, their faces showing surprise.

Anton Silver Moon!

Why is he here?