Swish! Swish! Swish!...

One person led in front, with many behind, as several streaks of flowing light crossed the sky.

The location of the naval battlefield was just a few hundred kilometers from the capital of the "Lowland Republic," Antwerp City. With the speed of a Tier 4 "Titled Knight," it wouldn't take even an hour to arrive at this place.

The "Supreme Knight" leading the charge had a gloomy expression, as if a layer of frost had formed on his face.

He had already keenly realized that with the passing of the "Bone Shattering Warhammer," the power balance of both High-tier Transcendents had been restored, and it was destined that Hilus could no longer control the Frisia Kingdom.

Without being completely overtaken by anger, he immediately shifted from the perspective of a Peak Transcendent to that of a War Commander's, taking in the entire situation.

Is there still a chance to regain an advantage in combat power?

Impossible, what couldn't be done before is even more impossible now. Losing one's head and risking everything in one final gamble is the approach of a desperate man.

Where did the so-called "Thunderous Dragon Roar" Sakanni come from?

The likelihood of a wild "Titled Knight" is extremely slim. Most likely, it is the forces like Tulip, Sak, Heimar, and Atlant, who are eager to see Hilus fall, pushing from behind the scenes.

Will "Thunderous Dragon Roar" or the other countries watching continue to join forces with Frisia to relentlessly pursue Hilus?

The possibility is very small. At the critical moment when [Valhalla] was shattered, timely appearance clearly showed he had been observing the situation for a long time; he wasn't helping Frisia but the "weaker party."

Now the path before Hilus has no best option, only the least bad choice.

Do everything possible to weaken the "Lowland Republic," this emerging state climbing over Hilus, to prepare the Empire for future engagements with it.

The simplest way is... if I can't have it, you won't either!

As these thoughts raced in his mind, the jewel of the "Lowland Republic"—Antwerp City—was already within reach.

Even amidst wartime, this bustling city was displaying to the world its extraordinary charm as the center of trade, commerce, and banking of this era.

The city originally housed over 1,000 branches of foreign banks and commercial organizations, including commodity and stock exchanges.

The enormous port could simultaneously dock more than 2,000 ships, handcrafts were advanced, and it was the biggest hub for goods trade such as textiles and raw sugar across the Source Continent...

After the Netherlands Bank Group returned and the Wealth Church settled in, it became the political, cultural, and economic center of the entire lowland region, with a total population exceeding 220,000.

It was truly an international metropolis.

However.

The residents living in this bustling city were completely unaware that disaster was already upon them.

"Don't blame me, blame the ambition of those capitalists, and the 'God of Thieves' you worship now!"

Still several kilometers from that city.

The "Supreme Knight" flying between the sky and sea had already raised an ancient horn, seemingly polished from a bull's horns, to his lips and blew fiercely with all his might.

Toot——!!!

[Ocean Treasure · Ocean's Fury Horn]

Effect: Where sound waves reach, the Humanized World will revert to its original Natural World state; all city walls, fortresses, and buildings in cities and villages will collapse.

It has very little to almost no destructive power to Transcendents and armies, but it's a strategic weapon at the national land level.

However, this treasure can only be used when the sole purpose is simple destruction; otherwise, what will ultimately be obtained is only worthless rubble.

Some things can indeed be bought with money, like the peculiar "Ocean Treasure," and ragtag mercenaries, but the foundation of an Overlord cannot be bought.

Now, seeing the situation had become irreparable.

The "Supreme Knight" was set to directly unleash this rare direct attack-type "Ocean Treasure," thoroughly destroying the Lowland Republic's center, Antwerp City!

Yes, it's commonly known as flipping the table when you can't win.

Rumble...

The ground shook, and starting from the city's outermost lighthouses and docks, all material structures were shaken, swiftly collapsing amidst a series of rumbles, followed by city walls, residences, and stores...

Everything in this bustling city was about to be reduced to dust under the horn's might.

"God, save us!"

"No——!"

"My leg! Wuuu..."

Though it wouldn't directly kill civilians, the building collapses more terrifying than an earthquake wouldn't consider whether there were people inside the buildings.

"Merely pawns of an Evil God, daring to resist the Empire's rule—this is your fate! In the face of the absolute nature of the 'Ocean Treasure,' even a demigod's arrival is useless!"

Witnessing such devastation, the "Supreme Knight" felt no mercy; on the contrary, a gleam of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

This Alfonso VIII's life motto has always been, "Those who follow me may not prosper, but those who oppose me will perish!"

Since you seek independence, it is no longer the Empire's property, nor is it protected by the Empire. Even if it's destroyed, the loss is not felt, whether it's the assets here or the people.

The destruction of Antwerp City could set the entire lowland region's economy back at least a decade and win Hilus time to lick its wounds and fight again another day.

Everything is worth it!

The group of High-tier Transcendents closely following him also witnessed this scene, all of them speechless regardless of their stance.

Among them, Aiven at the far end was even more shocked; although it wasn't his homeland being destroyed, he couldn't help but marvel at the "Supreme Knight's" ruthlessness and decisiveness.

"This old conniver who's lived hundreds of years is truly vicious; he's aiming to cut off the 'Lowland Republic's' lifeline."

Just then.

A subtle buzzing sound arose from the "Supreme Knight's" chest, and the voice of Pope Wycliffe from the Tinder Sect, urgent and inscribed with the "Wind Language Curse," came through a feather:

"Your Excellency, Imperial Guardian, the Battle of the Andaman Sea is lost! [Sea Monarchy] and Prince Rodrigo have fallen in battle, the Peacock Islands have fallen, and His Majesty the Emperor... is in critical condition!

Please return immediately to take charge."

The blowing of the horn echoed through the land and sky, and the "Supreme Knight" suddenly turned to look across the 240-kilometer-wide La Manche Strait, to the place known as the Tulip Islands.

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A devilish voice constantly echoed in his heart, urging him to go to the most prosperous place on that land... and blow the horn.

However.

Bang!

Before he could make a decision, the destructive sound wave that had been charging forward and laying waste to everything suddenly came to a halt, abruptly dissipating into the air just as it approached the city center, the "Wealth Cathedral."

It was instead replaced by another sound.

Clang! Clang! Clang!...

There was the sound of heavenly bells ringing in the void, and a brilliant golden light that all mortals could see descended from the sky.

Millions of devout voices wove together into a grand hymn:

"Holy, holy! All-powerful God!

Angel of Prosperity, Master of Gold, Ruler of Capital...

In the morning we sing, soaring through the clouds to reach the holy land...

Holy, holy! All saints reverence.

Wear the golden crown, encircle the Crystal Sea Shore;

Countless celestial army kneels, singing the name of the Main God in unison..."

Then, a towering figure as majestic as the sky stepped out from the golden light.

He was dressed in a snow-white robe, with three pairs of wings seemingly made of pure gold on his back, his entire being surrounded by ripples of radiant divine light, resplendent and exuding an overwhelming sense of nobility.

Far taller than ordinary humans, every detail was in perfect golden proportion.

The true visage on his face was not clear, only a pair of dazzling eyes like melting golden globes shone brilliantly in the light.

The incarnation of the "God of Black Wings," the "Angel of Prosperity," once again descended onto the human world!

And this time, unlike before when he was only seen by the "Magma Angel" Sute, he appeared frankly and clearly before all human beings.

In the city, half destroyed, countless people were already prostrate on the ground, fervently chanting the prayers of the "Wealth Church":

"Supreme 'Angel of Prosperity', 'Master of Gold', 'Ruler of Capital', 'Guardian of Commerce'...

I pray you to control all externals of my life, including my true prosperity. Bless my life, provide me with the blessings I deserve for use today..."

A shower of golden light fell, reviving all residents who had not completely died.

The prayers throughout the city grew increasingly fervent.

What is a miracle? This is a miracle!

Evidence of God being with the believers.

The results that might have required the "Wealth Church" decades of busy efforts to achieve, were announced as completed in an instant, and the faith in the "Angel of Prosperity," "Master of Gold" had deeply taken root in the hearts of all survivors.

Fervent power of faith almost condensed into substantive power in the air.

In order to create a division between the Extraordinary and the mundane world, to not interfere with the normal development of the human world, the True God had not revealed miracles for too long, let alone in such a straightforward manner exposed to everyone.

Although highly effective, it is something that all gods, including demigods, disdain to do; what's the difference between that and a noble king taking the stage to perform?

You lack artistic integrity, do you know that? Vulgar! You will be criticized by all your peers!

But this act undoubtedly declared the determination of the "Angel of Prosperity" to turn Antwerp City into a land shining with glory.

The resplendent angel glanced towards the "Supreme Knight," raised his hand, and lightly pointed.

Snap!

The "Ocean's Fury Horn" in Alfonso VIII's hand shattered accordingly!

Indeed, the absoluteness and indestructibility of the "Ocean Treasure" are relative; at least an incarnation of a True God can easily break such a law.

However, the "Brilliant Angel" did not target the "Supreme Knight."

Because.

With the bells ringing again, a line of red glow fell from the southern sky as well.

An angel with six wings of flame, its head replaced by a torch, descended slowly from the sky.

Unlike the unveiled "Angel of Prosperity," this incarnation of the "Eternal Flame" the "Fire-Stealing Angel" only existed in the vague perception of devout believers and high-tier transcendents, and the city residents were completely unaware.

Swish! Swish!

The two overwhelmingly radiant angels just exchanged a light glance, and limitless information repeated back and forth in their gaze thousands of times.

After nodding to each other in acknowledgment, they both transformed into the golden and red glow and disappeared from the Material World.

Then.

A golden Balance Holy Emblem soared into the sky, shaped like an erect, sharp Longsword, with gold, land, factories, raw materials, and other combinations of currency and production materials on one end of the sword's hilt, and countless laboring humans on the other end.

At this moment, the ownership of this land had been decided by the two True Gods.

Thus, the struggle over the "Frisia Kingdom," no, the "Lowland Republic" was completely settled.

Just as the Hilus Empire lost all its nutrients supply, the Lowland Republic lost half of Antwerp City and countless residents, wealth.

Look at the expressions of the Empire and Republic, like wishing to devour each other, obviously, the mundane struggle is far from over.

No one noticed that the final player in causing this situation, the "Thunderous Dragon Roar" Sakanni, who came to aid the injustice long ago disappeared into the horizon.

Displaying the gallant demeanor of disappearing silently after completing his duty.

"Lowland's independence, balance of power, continued conflict... don't thank me; it's what I should do! I never leave my name when doing good deeds, that's just how it is, goodbye!"

And simultaneously disappeared was... the submerged wreckage of the "Valhalla."