The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

Bai Ling dived into the waves again, wandering along the edge of the eye of the storm. Its pale horn broke through the sea surface, attracting the lightning on the storm barrier to entangle itself, and then launched an attack on the fleet on the side.

The Storm Narwhal is a mythical creature and naturally possesses considerable wisdom, but for Bai Ling, this wisdom only brings it endless pain.

It still remembers being hung in the middle of the factory, a huge drilling machine tearing its scales apart, and workers driving pipes deep into its body, allowing blue whale oil to gush out.

It longed for death, it longed for the storm to bring mercy, it longed for an accident to take it away.

But it did not die. It was tied up in the center of the factory day and night, fed disgusting nutrient compounds through tubes while having the fat and blood drained from its body.

The whale oil factory seemed to have turned into a bloody sacrificial site, and Bai Ling was the sacrifice offered to the gods by the believers.

The name of that god is "civilization".

His veins are the pipes of a steam plant, his breath is the steam that is discharged into the sky, and his preachers... are the merchants who adorn themselves with robes and jewelry.

Bai Ling originally thought that she would be trapped in such darkness for the rest of her life, and eventually become a pile of loose bones and rotten flesh like the skeletons of her companions who sank in the shallow sea.

But that day, a tree of life blossomed above its head.

The real god came and saved it.

The first words the god conveyed to it were only six short words:

"Life is a disaster."

"Boom——" "Boom——" "Boom——"

The thunder was tearing the hull of the ironclad ship apart crazily. The areas penetrated by the silver lightning revealed burning molten holes. The hot red blood of the ironclad ship dripped into the sea, condensing into iron blocks of different sizes.

With mythical creatures joining the battlefield, naval warfare has turned into a battle royale - a battle royale between nature and civilization!

......

"clang--"

"clang--"

"clang--"

After three collisions, Vivian's silver giant sword hit the same position on Ahmed's giant axe in succession.

An ice-blue light flashed, and the upper part of the giant axe suddenly exploded, turning into ashes and sparks that spread out.

Ahmed took two steps back, threw away the broken axe handle, and stretched out his hand to pinch the air -

"Zizzizi..."

Golden quicksand surged out from his palm and quickly transformed into another new axe.

"Damn it! Are you in the axe manufacturing business?" Vivian muttered. "Even if you made countless axes, what good would that do?"

Ahmed smiled:

"You will eventually run out of strength, but as long as the blessing exists, my power is limitless."

He snapped his fingers, and scorching flames spread across the axe, burning the axe blade red.

The two rushed towards each other again, ice blue and flames intersecting, bursting into flames -

"clang!"

On the other side, Professor Ling was fighting alone against a four-member "Immortal" team.

As for why there were four people, it was because the others had already died under her sword.

"..."

Lingzheng was holding a silver rapier. The hilt was silver, and the upper part of the slender blade was made up of transparent waves of light. The intersection between the real and the illusory was blurred.

Whenever the silver sword swayed in the air, the space itself would ripple faintly, as if forming some kind of domain around it.

"..."

Ling maintained an indifferent attitude, her blue eyes sweeping across the "Immortal" in front of her. Her face looked so young, yet with unquestionable majesty.

There is no doubt that this is the expression a teacher has when facing his students.

"...!"

An Immortal seemed to have finally caught an opportunity in his eyes, and rushed towards Ling with flames dragging his body, and thrust out the spear tip soaked in flames.

Ling leaned sideways and lightly struck the spear blade with his silver sword. The rippling waves burst out with a tremendous force, knocking the Immortal to his knees.

Without giving him a chance to stand up again, Ling took a step back and then forward, stabbing the tip of the silver sword into the gap between the jackal's helmet and its armor.

"Puff...cough cough..."

The Immortal clutched his neck in agony and fell to the ground, twitching as he slowly died.

The attacks of the remaining three "Immortals" came quietly - they attacked from three or four different directions, with the tips of their flaming spears all aimed at Ling.

Ling, on the other hand, spun around without hesitation, brandishing a silver sword in one hand while holding a twenty-sided die in the other, throwing it into the air.

"Buzzing—"

The dice named "The Moment of Rainbow Light and Disappearance" was spinning in the air. Ling stretched out his rapier, and the dice landed precisely on the head of the sword.

"Difficulty: fourteen." Ling murmured.

The number seventeen appears on the top of the dice.

The next second, three thin threads emerged from the silver sword and pierced through the necks of the three "Immortals".

Amidst the shimmering waves, an illusion rippled out, and Ling strolled through this illusion, stabbing out three sword strikes with precision—

"Shhh-"

The three Immortals all fell to the ground, the blood spurting from their necks rippling like waves before dissipating into nothingness.

"..."

Ling knelt on the ground again. She felt her heart beating rapidly, and a burning hole expanded above her spirit body.

She used the dice a little too many times today, and every use was an interference with fate.

This kind of interference is minimal and can only appear in some inconspicuous corners, and requires sufficient imagination to work.

But even so, Ling knew that he had reached his limit.

"It's time for a salary increase..." the girl muttered.

She took out another small bottle and drank the liquid inside. Then she stood up with the help of her silver sword and looked at the battlefield on the other side.

There was no doubt that Vivian was occupying the upper position.

After realizing the power of the "Ocean Archon" Ahmed, Vivian finally began to unleash her own strength. Every sword she swung opened cracks in space like shattered glass. The walls of the castle were torn open by her one after another, and it seemed that they would collapse at any time.

Under the intensive close combat attack, Ahmed had no way to use the power of the fire string, let alone the chance to use the extremely powerful pistol.

The axe in his hand broke and shattered, and he was finally forced into a corner.

"You have nowhere to escape, Imperial," his icy blue pupils scrutinized the Archon before him. "No matter how you flaunt your brutality, the absolute power gap is insurmountable."

Hearing this, Ahmed's mouth corners slightly raised:

"Wrong, dragon, I was just waiting."

"wait?"

"Yes... wait until my fleet completes the conquest... wait until the Golden People occupy this sea area..."

Once again, golden iron condensed in Ahmed's hand, but this time it was a dagger.

"I will pierce your indestructible body with an anchor and ship you to the Empire, where your blood relatives will devour you..."

Hearing the word "blood relatives", Vivian's pupils were slightly startled, and the things Alice had told her before suddenly emerged in her mind.

In the Cara Dorans Mountains, there is an ice dragon... who looks very similar to her...

"Who are my blood relatives?" she asked subconsciously.

“Oh, of course you don’t know,” Ahmed said, his smile growing more pronounced. “Poor fellow… possessing the transcendental power from ancient times… yet unable to even understand his own destiny…”

"Are you going to tell me, or should I dig out your intestines and find it myself?" An increasingly fierce icy flame burned in Vivian's vertical pupils.

"Why rush?" Ahmed's smile widened. "The battle is almost over... The Golden Fleet will destroy everything on the sea surface, and my troops will soon land. By then, not even you will be able to escape."

"After that, you will meet your blood relatives in person, your..."

"...elder brother."

As the word "brother" was spoken, Vivian's brows furrowed slightly, and her face behind the armor froze briefly.

"How is it? Assaulted by chaotic fragments of memory?" Ahmed spoke freely. "Look... as a weak being bewitched by a confused past, you..."

"You mean, Erlum?"

Following Vivian's curious question, Ahmed froze for a moment.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he spoke as if he hadn't reacted:

"Erum?"

"Oh, you don't know him," Vivian nodded seriously. "Anyway, he's a super handsome, super cute big dragon. He's like my brother, taking care of me."

"What..." Ahmed didn't quite understand, but realized something was wrong. "Wait a minute, I'm not talking about..."

The next second, Vivian rushed forward, her silver claws gripping the Ocean Archon's throat, and then slammed him against the wall.

"boom--"

The wall on one side of the hall finally collapsed under the weight, and Ahmed rolled awkwardly into the sunlight, rolling five or six times before stopping.

He felt like his throat was almost squeezed into a piece, his lungs were burning and he could hardly breathe, and pain from broken bones came from all over his body, making him unable to get up for a while.

"Do you think I'm a little girl? You think you can scare me and frighten me with just a few words?"

Ahmed raised his head with difficulty and saw a knight in silver armor walking through the hole in the wall, dragging his long sword and walking towards him step by step.

"You..." He clutched his chest.

"My only blood relatives are Alice and Erlum! Everyone is so kind to me!" Vivian shouted. "If any other blood relative wants to devour me, tell him, and I'll devour him first!"

This intimidating and... silly remark made Ahmed not know what to feel for a moment. He thought that this was a secret and bloody fight to the death, but it turned out to be an outlet for protecting Xiaolongnu.

The role he played in this film was a venting doll that was smashed through a wall.

Ahmed stood up with difficulty, the golden quicksand supporting him and filling the bleeding wounds on his body.

"...My fleet...I will crush you..." he said viciously.

"Forget the fleet," Vivian chuckled. "Turn around and look at your fleet."

Thunder roared behind him. Ahmed turned his head blankly and saw that the horizon was covered by flames and the wreckage of the fleet. The wreckage of the ironclad ship was floating in the sparkling sea water.

There is no doubt that most of the fleet he brought has been destroyed.

"This..." Ahmed felt dizzy, "How can this be..."

He fell to his knees, his self-esteem shattered as if by a sledgehammer.

6) Storm Musician (Part 17) -4k- (Vote for the cute one~)

"Da da da!"

Xingmo ran quickly on the castle's spiral staircase, passing through layer after layer of old facilities, going up continuously.

While running, she often hurriedly glanced at the floors she passed through. The rooms that came into view were decorated in a strange style she had never seen before, and were covered with moss and even water plants.

It was as if these buildings had been under the sea for a long time, and even though they were on the sea, there was some extraordinary power maintaining the survival of those aquatic plants.

Could this castle really be part of the sunken city? The part that emerged from the sea?

How did the Pirate King Delem Kans come into possession of that flute?

When seeing the flute, Ahmed seemed to mention the "tentacles of the fallen angel." Could it be that the holy relic is actually part of the "Pale Angel"...?

The fallen angel... Is the 'Pale Angel' also dead? But the storm on the sea never stops...

So why is that...

With thoughts in mind, Xingmo passed through the eighth floor of the castle and pushed open the door at the end.

The sun was shining brightly, and on the distant sea level, thunder and lightning and artillery fire intertwined, dyeing the storm barrier with a white and red light.

At the end of the terrace, Delem Kans was looking into the distance with his back to Xingmo.