Sea Origin Calendar Year 191, April 28th, night.

Southern New Continent, the capital of the Vice-Kingdom of La Plata, Montevideo City.

Boom! Boom!...

Everything was peaceful in the evening, but not long into the night, violent explosions began to erupt throughout the city. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped over the place, waking the city that had already fallen asleep.

"For the glory of the 'Just Angel', fire!"

"The grace of the 'Master of Gold' shall cover the entire world!"

Bam! Bam! Bam!...

Accompanied by bizarre insect cries and fanatical screams, a large armed force led by "Blasphemous Cultists" suddenly surged out from various parts of the city like a tide, desperately striking city hall, the Vice Royal Mansion, City Guard stations... and other key departments.

It was unexpected, yet within reason, this warfire that had arrived as expected first ignited in the southern New Continent.

The "Eye of Wealth", like the strategy of Tulip, aimed to cut off the umbilical cord that continuously supplied resources to Hilus from the outside, making the three Vice Royal Districts in the New Continent, far-flung from the Old Continent, critical.

This action was not only serving to bleed the Empire but also to pin down the Galliot Duchy in the north, ensuring they couldn't easily divert their attention in the face of this revolt on their doorstep.

If any flaw were found by the Ancient God's Followers, extending the flames of rebellion to the north would be only natural.

Currently, Hilus's Vice-Kingdom of La Plata and Vice-Kingdom of Secret Dragon are the primary targets of attack, yet the chaos within the Chaotic Territory Kabral is no less severe.

"Fog of Order" has visibly controlled two cities for four years, but beneath the surface, they had already laid out their plans in Kabral, infiltrating various forces in the chaotic territory to the point it resembles a sieve.

Now.

With a single command from the high-levels, this place instantly turned into a powder keg ready to explode, with upheaval occurring in an instant.

Some forces' high-level members were collectively corrupted in mind, turning into lackeys of the Ancient God, some were backstabbed by opposition factions from within, while others were besieged by surrounding minor forces...

For a moment, besides the forces of the Ancient God themselves, no one could distinguish where enemies and allies lay, as chaos reigned throughout in a massive uprising.

If you didn't want to die, the only choice was to join them and kill! Kill! Kill!

...

Two days later, on April 30th.

Whoosh——!

White sails spread as far as the eye could see, flags fluttered in the wind.

Upon receiving news of the attack on the New Continent,

excluding the factor of time difference, Hilus mainland, which had been on alert for a long time, took only a day and a half to draw most of its mobile navy warships stationed in the Old Continent.

Besides necessary defenses elsewhere, a total of 85 main battleships of Level 3 and above, and 764 auxiliary ships including Level 4 ships were gathered.

They assembled in the northern Alfonso Bay, in the large military ports of Galicia, Valencia, and Algeciras.

Once the fleet was supplied in the military ports, they would form an unprecedented great fleet, setting sail with great momentum towards Frisia, a journey that would take approximately ten days with favorable winds. After those ten days, it would be the day of the rebels' doom!

Although the high-levels of Hilus were infuriated by the sudden raid by the "Eye of Wealth", their strategic aim remained simple. No matter how the "Eye of Wealth" jumped around on the New Continent, they would not disrupt their own formations.

This campaign wasn't primarily about occupying land, but to thoroughly eliminate Frisia's surviving forces.

After a year of bitter battle, they had already seen through the opponent's strengths and weaknesses clearly. As long as they could sink all of Frisia's naval fleets, and block the part of Frisia connected to the Empire by land, that wealthy tax source would inevitably fall into their hands!

As everyone knew, the salty alkali lands of the Lowland Countries couldn't sustain even one percent of the nation's population.

Even before the Age of Navigation began, Frisia's merchant ships were already scattered across every nearby sea, especially their "Flute Ships," designed to save on taxes rather than ease of navigation, which made Frisian merchants renowned.

However, while other nations' normal merchant ships could mount cannons to protect themselves from pirates,

Frisian merchant ships were all made with the lowest-grade timber, their cost potentially only half of that by the shipbuilding-savvy Tulip, unable to bear the recoil of cannons, let alone be fitted with any, making their transport costs extremely low.

At one point, the world had up to 12,000 Frisian merchant ships, spreading their shipping business globally.

The downside was that such naval strength, when faced against Hilus, the world's leading naval power, was akin to an egg hitting a rock.

Previously, even with a single [Legendary Battleship: Valhalla] and the aid of pirates throughout the Black Sea, Frisia's already-not-robust naval forces had been worn down to exhaustion within a year.

Facing such an invincible fleet rested and ready, there was only one fate of being sent to the ocean floor like being swept away without resistance.

At this moment, the only way to bridge their vast power gap was through... "Wisdom."

Nighttime, the docks of Valencia Port were brightly lit.

"Freshwater, food, ammunition, clothing, ropes, spare sails... Quick! Quick! Quick! All supplies must be completed before sunrise tomorrow."

Thump... Thump... Thump...

The situation was similar in all three military ports where the invincible fleet gathered. Quartermasters, navy soldiers, stevedores, and caravan employees ran up and down the gangways, carrying supplies, as no one could bear the consequences of a delayed fleet departure.

However.

On the docks, including high-tier Transcendent responsible for defense work, no one was able to spot,

a rowboat loaded with numerous "Corrupted Cultists" with deep "corruption levels", their heads sprouting sharp mouthparts, bodies like caterpillars, completely losing human form, entering the port.

A dim firelight enveloped them, swallowing all shadows. No vision, witchcraft, spiritual power, or sea currents could detect their trace.

The [Ocean Treasure: Lighter], within the range of its ignited flame, concealed any figures within it from detection by any means. This range was fifty meters and could last for two hours per use.

The small boat specifically targeted large battleships in the port, sending one "Insectoid" after another to the water's bottom. Like termites boring through wood, those "Insectoids" opened their mouthparts and quickly chewed through the hulls, burrowing into the warships.

After the final "Insectoid" was in place,

Squeak——!

A sharp insect screech pierced the night sky.

Soon, in ships mainly composed of Level 3 Battleships and above, thick smoke rolled instantly.

"Fire!"

"Fools, it's an enemy attack, quickly sound the alarm!"

As the piercing alarm rang out, dozens of priests from the "Tinder Sect" had already rushed out either from the stationed battleships or the port, chanting in unison:

"May the glory of God transform into a robe, protecting us from suffering!"

[Divine Skill: Flame Immunity]

However, within the Spiritual Light of the divine skill covering the entire port, the rolling smoke remained untouched and continued to burn rapidly.

"The divine skill... failed?!"

The absolutely loyal "Corrupted Cultists" completely sacrificed their bodies and souls, borrowing the power of the "Chaos Worm" Shude Mel, igniting invisible flames.

Others couldn't see any flames at all, as if there was no burning process in between, only the result of destruction.

[Ability: Ashen Dust]

Boom——!!!

At this moment, a terrifying explosion occurred, and the powder magazine on one of the battleships had detonated.

Screams and shouts echoed through the night sky.

Ten nautical miles away, a fleet cloaked in the night, showing no trace, sailed silently.

The shapes and sizes of the battleships varied, and although flying the flag of the "Lowland Republic," it seemed a patchwork of forces from various countries.

William Orange, the Saint of the "Angel of Prosperity," stood on the prow deck of the flagship, gazing at this beautiful scenery, laughing loudly:

"The so-called "Divine Art" is merely a support, our strongest transcendent ability, the "Eye of Wealth," is simply having money!"

The Hilus fully understand the disparity in military strength, and "Eye of Wealth" certainly knows this well.

They have wildly purchased "Ocean Treasures" of the Concealment type, bribed insiders for intelligence, and used the absoluteness of Ocean Treasures to invade the three Navy Bases where the invincible fleet of the Hilus is stationed, conducting point explosions.

Then, calculating the timing, they similarly drew naval forces, employed and purchased active warships from other countries, preparing to launch a reverse sniping and bet everything to repel the enemy outside the border without strategic depth.

Can money enable you to have your way?

Sorry, money really can make you have your way!

...

The third battlefield.

Under the lead of the [Legendary Battleship: Sea Sovereignty], the First Fleet had already charged to the Peacock Islands, merging with the [Legendary Battleship: Golden Cuckoo]originally stationed there.

In many overseas colonies supporting the huge empire's tax revenue.

The New Continent was largely ceded, the Southern Continent left only Lobito struggling alone, the largest tax source on the mainland, Frisia, escaped control, making the Peacock Islands the empire's last supporting pillar.

There was even less strict defense of the mainland; after all the Titled Knights were drawn back to the Hilus.

In this naval force, there are accompanying them a "Flame Dragon Curse Seal," a "Hurricane's Nest," a "Yellow Sand Sect" Deceitful Fate Wizard, and even "Curse School" Anduin, there are a total of four Great Wizards.

This is the hard bone that the Tulip Countries are determined to gnaw down.

Unlike the schemes and tricks of the Lowland Republic, they have never been in Liweina's backup plan.

In this battle, they want to intimidate other lurking wolves and tigers, they want to crown themselves as the new king on the corpse of the old king, they want to sing praises to the Goddess with the enemy's wails!

So their choice is singular.

To fight a fair and square Battle of National Destiny with Hilus on the Peacock Islands!

"Aiven, the Alliance Fleet is ready."

Liweina's figure disappeared from the long-distance communication image.

Aiven also slowly withdrew his consciousness from the [Mind Network], which had already been adjusted, looking at the fully armed figures of Annie, Serra, Nymph, Olivia, Angie, Jelos, and Melro beside him.

"Hesi, Angie, and Melro will stay back to guard, the rest now move out."

....

Shoo——!

Outside the Andaman Strait, facing the Eritrean Sea—the gateway of the Peacock Islands—with torrents of luminous rivers rushing, one by one warships flying Tulip flags descended onto the sea.

Like black clouds urging upon a city, heading towards the Peacock Islands with oppressive might.

[Dream Cruise: Global Flash Strike]

Not spending months trekking over mountains or waging hundreds of miles, this time, like a divine miracle, Aiven directly teleports the entire grand Alliance Fleet to the Peacock Islands.

At this time.

The flames of war ignited firstly from the New Continent, spreading to the Old Continent, Southern Continent, Peacock Islands, and eventually raging across the entire world.

The countries in the continent have tacitly reached an alliance without pact, to take down the leader and compete for overlord!

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