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Chapter 370 Launching an Attack on the Gods

The dark, deep sea suddenly churned, as if the boundless water pressure was being forcibly torn apart by a powerful force.

The dark ocean currents swept away the turbid sand in all directions, and thousands of fish and sea beasts hid in fear in the crevices of the rocks. Even the surging undercurrents froze completely in an instant.

A colossal shadow slowly rose from the depths of the abyss, its massive form obscuring all the surrounding light.

The shark-shaped behemoth, covered with intricate and ancient patterns, gleamed with the cold, hard luster of its dark blue armor, and its sharp dorsal fins cleaved through the water like a forest of giant swords.

Its head emerged from the deep seabed, its narrow, vertical pupils shooting out a cold light that swept across the entire area. With each swing of its massive teeth, it stirred up a thunderous surge of waves.

As the lord of giant sharks and sea beasts, and the deity who governs the deep sea, the one who descended at this moment was only an avatar of Kosera, but the power possessed by the deity still far exceeded the imagination of mortal beings.

Its enormous body swam freely in the sea at an astonishing speed. The surrounding water not only did not create resistance, but instead lifted and supported it as it continued to move forward.

The waters it traversed were followed closely by sharks within a radius of tens of kilometers, swept up and gathered by the surging ocean currents, transforming into a turbulent, dark blue wave.

Before long, the ferocious beast stormed into the Sword Sea and rapidly approached the northern shore.

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The leaden sea was churning with icy waves as a massive fleet of ships sailed steadily in orderly formation.

The emblems of the five great families were arranged in order on the black sails, and crossbows and boarding equipment were lined up on the deck. A ferocious wolf head statue was carved on the bow, indicating that they came from Luscan, the city of a thousand sails.

The voyage was peaceful, and to the crew, it was just an ordinary sea voyage.

Until the unexpected happened, the howling sea wind suddenly stopped, and the surging waves fell silent.

The crew members instinctively looked towards the deep sea, where they saw the water parting to reveal a massive, blade-like ridge emerging from the water.

The giant shark's body was like a moving reef. It did not launch an attack, but simply followed the ocean current and passed directly across the center of the fleet.

The mountain-like body brushed past the left side of the warship. The sheer power of the deep sea surrounding it caused the heavy oak hull to dent inward, and fine cracks spread rapidly like a spider web.

The iron railings on the ship's side twisted and bent, and the ropes securing the sails snapped one after another, causing the warship's draft to increase suddenly and the hull to rock violently and uncontrollably.

Then, the giant shark swept its long tail lightly, creating a surging wave that crashed heavily onto the sterncastle of the warship on the right.

The towering wooden superstructure collapsed with a crash, cannons and arrows scattered all over the ground, and the entire warship was pushed around in circles by the waves.

The wolf head and golden anchor totem on the bow of the ship were crooked and broken. The various weapons that the crew members used to be so proud of were completely vulnerable in the face of absolute power.

The swarm of sharks followed closely behind, crashing into the already cracked hull one after another, with dull thuds echoing throughout.

The surging seawater rushed into the cabins through the breaches, and one after another, the warships tilted and sank.

Several sailors standing on the deck were violently thrown into the sea and instantly torn to pieces by a swarm of sharks.

As the wrecked ship sank one after another to the bottom of the sea, the supreme power of the gods was revealed in its entirety.

The Luscan fleet, which had once dominated the Sword Sea, was utterly annihilated simply by passing through this area.

The giant shark, over a hundred meters long, did not stop and continued towards the nearshore coast, quickly locking onto its prey—the two massive iron-clad ships that resembled isolated islands at sea.

So the avatar of Kosera began to slowly rise upwards. When the sea suddenly split open, the first thing that came into view was two bottomless black pupils, long and narrow like blades, exuding primal wildness and ferocity.

An invisible pressure spread outwards, and the goblins, kobolds, orcs, and human sailors on the ship felt as if two ice blades had pierced their bodies, leaving them frozen in place, unable to move.

Everyone stiffly turned their necks, staring at the colossal object on the distant sea, even larger than the ship beneath their feet. Their hands and feet instantly turned icy cold, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

Even the most arrogant and unruly creatures, or the most insane and desperate outlaws, will clearly perceive their own insignificance when faced with this abyss-like divine power.

In this situation, escape has become a pipe dream. No matter how fast the cumbersome giant ship speeds up, it is no match for the king of the sea.

Just as everyone was sinking into despair and preparing to give up resistance, a violent roar suddenly exploded in their minds, burning like a raging fire.

Their icy limbs warmed again, and a burning power flowed through their bodies. The blood, stained with the curse of the mad dragon, surged rapidly in their veins, and the power within them burst forth uncontrollably, giving rise to a strange excitement in these beings.

Many seasoned goblins, who had survived numerous battles by sheer luck, rushed towards the two dragon-striking cannons at the bow. The orcs strained to pull the reins, turning the heavy turntable to quickly calibrate the cannons' direction.

Fragments resembling crimson crystals, along with sparkling energy crystals, were gradually filled into the power supply device connected to the cannon barrel, causing a faint glow to slowly emanate from the muzzle.

The two dragon-slaying spears, resembling giant spears and housed inside the cannon barrels, also burst into flames.

Especially the reddish-gold luster at the tip of the spear, which shone brightly in the sunlight.

The colossal object in the distance drew ever closer, the brightness of the energy runes engraved on the surface of the cannon barrel steadily increasing, and the high temperature continued to accumulate, even the thick cannon barrel was scorched and turned slightly red.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment. The two old goblins, with their signature maniacal smiles on their faces, pressed the launch mechanism in their hands with all their might.

They have lived for nearly forty years, following the Dragon Lord since his first arrival in this wilderness, and are among the earliest followers.

The average lifespan of goblins is less than twenty years. To live to such an age in a world full of dangers requires not only their own strength but also extraordinary luck.

But good fortune never lasts forever for any one creature, and they too are nearing the end of their lives. But for them, being able to personally unleash this earth-shattering attack means their lives have not been in vain.

boom--!!

The next instant, a thunderclap exploded out of nowhere, and towering flames shot out from the thick cannon barrel.

The two giant dragon-slaying spears spun at high speed, instantly tearing through the air, leaving long trails of flame behind them, and circular shockwaves continuously spread outwards.

As a deity, Kosera never took lowly beings like goblins and kobolds seriously, and even the ships they piloted were never worth mentioning.

It wasn't until two blazing flames hurtled toward it, accompanied by a piercing shriek in the air, that it suddenly realized something was wrong, but it was too late.

The water swirling around its body was instantly pierced, and a layer of dazzling golden light rose from its surface. However, the crimson-gold tip of the Dragon-Slaying Spear also carried a fierce and violent aura.

The divine power carried by the avatar was ultimately too weak. After a brief stalemate, the protective divine power was forcibly broken through, and the heavy dragon-slaying spear pierced deeply into its body.

Chapter 371 Retreat

The tough skin was pierced, and specks of golden blood dripped from the wound, turning the surrounding seawater into a rich, amber-like "wine".

The long-awaited excruciating pain enraged the avatar of Serco, who swung its massive head violently, sending the two dragon-slaying spears embedded in its body flying.

In the next instant, the previously calm sea surface suddenly surged with towering waves tens of meters high, like an endless, thick city wall, crashing heavily onto the two ships.

Even the classic Starship from Monster Hunter World couldn't withstand the aftershocks of the battle between Kushala Daora and Namielle.

The hull, constructed from spliced ​​cloud wood and covered with a protective skin made of sparrow stone, was strong enough to withstand attacks from most marine life, but it was no match for the colossal, devastating wave before it.

The waves, fueled by divine power, arrived with tremendous speed, their crests even exceeding the height of the ship's deck. Under the watchful eyes of a host of creatures with varying expressions, they crashed down directly downwards.

The kobolds, goblins, and sailors on the deck were instantly crushed into minced flesh by this unparalleled and immense force. The ear-piercing sounds of the wooden hull breaking echoed one after another, and the outer metal skin twisted, bent, deformed, and broke.

After the waves swept past, a huge whirlpool formed in the sea, firmly dragging the two wrecked shipwrecks down into the deep sea.

After tearing apart these mortal beings that dared to offend him, Sercoura's avatar was still filled with rage. With a powerful flick of its massive tail fin, it swam swiftly toward the canal estuary on the shore.

The wide canal, which is hundreds or even thousands of meters wide, appears as narrow as a small ditch when contrasted with its massive size.

It surged forward at full speed, stirring up massive amounts of river water along the way, which turned into huge waves that continuously pounded against the banks of the canal.

Vast stretches of forest were quickly left behind, and the towering Mount Doom in the distance also came into view of Serkora's avatar.

Such a large-scale disturbance had already alarmed all of Thor's subordinates. A large number of Darkin spread their wings and hovered in mid-air, ready for battle. Even the metal dragons stationed at the rear of the territory rushed to provide support.

Just as the giant shark was about to plunge straight into the Mirror Lake, a powerful and majestic aura suddenly rose from the depths of the earth, slowly surging upwards.

This aura was intensely hot and vast, like a boundless ocean of energy, or like the blazing sun buried deep within the earth, never to be extinguished.

If you look at it from afar, you will only feel a sense of grandeur and magnificence. Only when you get close enough can you truly perceive the ruthless destructive power it contains.

Is it the red dragon named Thor? Is he about to awaken from his long slumber?

The gods have extremely sophisticated channels of communication, and almost all believers in the world are equivalent to His eyes and ears everywhere.

This powerful red dragon, which almost monopolizes the entire northern lands and leaves all living beings around it helpless, has been the subject of various rumors and information, even to the usually solitary Serkora.

Logically, gods should not fear mortal beings, but at this moment, what has descended to the mortal realm is merely one of His incarnations.

Although this avatar carries some divinity and divine power, it is not invincible in the entire prime material plane.

Moreover, true dragons are naturally powerful beings at the top of the food chain, and those with exceptional talent or who have survived for a long time generally possess extremely terrifying strength.

Throughout history, there have been numerous records of true dragons slaying divine incarnations and even directly killing divine saints.

At this moment, Sercoura's avatar clearly sensed the danger. His intuition kept warning him that if he rashly continued forward, he would inevitably face a devastating counterattack.

As a cunning and savage deity who weighs everything in terms of profit and loss, it hesitated and lingered at the entrance of Mirror Lake, not daring to make any rash moves for a long time.

However, a large group of sharks following closely behind it showed no fear and rushed straight into the Mirror Lake, where they engaged in a fierce battle with the lake's inhabitants.

One after another, enormous crocodiles with bodies already showing early signs of sea dragon characteristics, and giant lake fish with well-developed fleshy fins, fearlessly pounced on the group of sharks that had invaded their territory.

The two sides fought fiercely, their battle creating a surging spray of water on the lake's surface, with large patches of blood spreading out like red lotuses slowly blooming on the water.

Sercora transformed into long, narrow, black pupils, gazing at the tiny Darkin floating in mid-air, as well as the approaching metal dragon.

This is also a major reason why it is wary. The shark clan's home ground is limited to the ocean, and going deep into inland waters is already extremely disadvantageous, not to mention having to face flying creatures that are good at aerial combat.

Looking further into the distance at the towering Doomsday Volcano and the surrounding area, the endless geothermal heat had already permeated the unique aura of that red dragon, spontaneously generating a strong repulsion towards outsiders.

The rising energy from deep underground seemed to be impatient with the hesitation of Serkora's avatar, and its energy grew increasingly frenzied and violent, like a volcano about to erupt completely.

After a brief moment of contemplation and deliberation, the giant shark, which was over 100 meters long, suddenly swung its tail fin, instantly creating a hundred-meter-high wave in the surrounding river. The wave almost completely blocked the river's flow, and the shark surged and crashed heavily into Mirror Lake.

It then turned its massive body around and drifted downstream along the river, heading back towards its own ocean home.

The metal dragons and darklings waiting in mid-air breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. They were not afraid of war, but simply did not want to disturb the great dragon lord who was sleeping underground.

Faced with the towering waves that Sercora unleashed before her departure, several silver dragons simultaneously opened their mouths and exhaled, instantly freezing the entire wave in mid-air, transforming it into a crystal-clear ice wall.

The crisis has been temporarily averted, but unfortunately, the two ships are completely destroyed and can no longer be repaired.

But the matter was far from over. Simply passively enduring the attacks without retaliating was completely contrary to the teachings of the Great Dragon Lord.

While the divine incarnation is undoubtedly powerful, not all of His followers are formidable. The next step is to accelerate the development of the underwater forces until all the Shahua fishmen are completely eradicated.

Before long, the entire northern lands were once again engrossed in preparations. Many towering trees that had grown in the forests for thousands of years were felled, and truckloads of logs were continuously transported to the foot of Mount Doom.

The shipyards built around Mirror Lake began operating at full capacity 24 hours a day, and the snake people and lizard people under Thor's command, who had been neglected in the past and lived in the swamps and rivers all year round, were finally put to good use.

Furthermore, a large number of his subordinates ventured deep into the Darklands to capture a large number of Kou Tao fishmen, intending to tame this inherently evil and highly prolific race and build an exclusive underwater slave army specifically to combat the rebellious Sha Hua fishmen.

Time passed slowly amidst the continuous busy preparations. Since the last disturbance caused by the avatar of Serkora and the unusual aura of the underground red dragon, Thor, who had been sleeping deep underground, had remained completely still.

Only the volcano that spews out precious metals from the earth every now and then, the ever-present and dense magical environment around it, and the energy crystals that grow everywhere inside the volcano silently indicate that the red dragon is still sleeping here.

Chapter 372 Awakening

Time flies, and more than ten years have passed since Thor last fell into a deep sleep.

For many lower races, a decade or so is enough to complete a full life; even for humans, whose lifespan is not short, it is enough to grow from an ignorant child into a tall and upright young adult.

However, long-lived races such as true dragons, darkborn, and dragonblood kobolds only regard this period of time as a fleeting moment.

They always remembered the teachings left by the great dragon lord, steadily managing and building up the entire northern land, making this territory increasingly prosperous.

Aside from various material constructions, education has never been neglected. School buildings adapted to the alien environment have sprung up and are now found in almost every densely populated area.

In the real world, remote and impoverished mountainous areas often struggle to retain teachers, and educational development is hampered by multiple limitations such as geographical location and construction costs.

But within Thor's territory, the orders issued by the red dragon are the only unquestionable truth, and there is no reason to shirk or obstruct them.

The new generation born in the North has received systematic education from a young age and has long regarded this red dragon as the only true god, no longer believing in other gods in the world.

Only the temples that govern agriculture and the earth, by virtue of their unique functions, can still receive a share of believers and offerings.

The human settlements, originally established by metal dragons, have expanded over more than a decade, gradually forming numerous city-states of varying sizes.

The well-ordered legal system, the prosperous urban life, and the widespread basic education made these city-states like beacons of civilization in the wilderness, continuously attracting people from all over the northern lands to come and seek refuge.

Today, Thor no longer needs to actively raid or capture people; countless foreign tribes spontaneously want to migrate to his territory and settle down.

In stark contrast, those inherently evil monsters, intolerant of the strict and just laws of their territory, and acting in a chaotic and unruly manner, gathered around the large arenas, spontaneously building cities of sin.

They, along with the civilized city-states under the rule of the metal dragons, are like two sides of the same coin, shadows born from the light, harboring all the most vicious and evil beings in the wilderness.

Bloody battles and underground black market transactions are commonplace in the city, and all sorts of special businesses and forbidden items can be found here.

The heavy, surging aura of evil even attracted demons from the abyss, who lurked and moved stealthily in the shadows of the streets and alleys.