In the Name of Empress-Chapter 377 - 262: The Monarch Burns

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

The piercing alarm kept sounding.

At four in the morning in the northern offshore area, the last stretch of the Death Channel, what was meant to happen eventually did.

Munina swiftly swayed her tail at the seabed, weaving under the ships, constantly singing the Siren’s Song.

She brought only a few clan members, but they were elite, enhancing the battleship’s combat power.

Indeed, they were Grim Clan Sea Demons.

They were no longer pretending.

Sharks and plate-armored horseshoe crabs are effective against ocean creatures but cannot deal with human warships.

You can’t expect giant sharks to bite through the thick planks of a ship, can you?

Thus, this time, the Grim Clan’s elite were dispatched.

Among the crowd, Munina saw a figure that was supposed to be "dead."

Uranie.

She was indeed problematic!

Recalling the tragic death of tens of thousands of clan members, the killing intent in Munina’s eyes flickered briefly.

Faced with Uranie’s provocative gaze, she was furious and turned to run without hesitation.

Retreat, embark!

Before retreating, Munina glanced disdainfully at Uranie and mouthed to her.

"Wait for death."

Uranie stared dumbfounded at Munina’s back, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

She served as an informant, guiding the Ocean Legion of General Nephropidae, almost wiping out the Grim Clan, a blood feud of tens of thousands, how could Munina endure it?

She watched in a daze as Munina led her clan back near the human warship, seething with anger.

Relying on humans?

Ridiculous, Sea Demons indeed dare not challenge human authority on land, but this is the ocean.

The vast and boundless ocean is the human’s territory, the pathetic Naked Apes can’t even swim, they’re mere prey in the sea.

Human swimming speed is laughable to Sea Demons, practically no different from not being able to swim.

Though Munina’s bizarre behavior made Uranie uncomfortable, she didn’t dwell on it and soon commanded her clan to surround the human warship.

The crossbow cannons of the large battleship fired continuously, while the small caliber cannons of the small warship blasted the sea surface wildly.

Many human soldiers stood at the edge with firearms, firing haphazardly.

Though the precision was limited, the human firepower was powerful, causing considerable casualties.

Uranie frowned lightly and issued a new order.

"Dive, scuttle the ship!"

Sea Demons have three common methods against humans.

The first is sneaking aboard ships under the cover of night for shameless surprise attacks.

The second is using the Siren’s Song to charm them, causing human sailors to jump into the sea themselves.

The third is scuttling the ship’s bottom.

It’s well-known that merely opening the seabed valve can sink a ten-thousand-ton ship within nineteen minutes, let alone these few-thousand-ton ships.

Humans have similar tactics, frogmen scuttling ships.

Using frogmen for ship-scuttling is an unconventional combat technique but it’s very effective.

Only, training frogmen is difficult, preventing the widespread use of such tactics.

But Sea Demons are different, they are formidable ocean creatures, even the weakest swimming Sea Demons can easily defeat human frogmen.

Hundreds of soldiers took special tools and headed towards the ship’s bottom.

It’s not that forced boarding isn’t good enough, but scuttling is more cost-effective.

Uranie was not driven by anger to choose the more dramatic tactic, instead opting directly to scuttle the ship.

Humans were already prepared, boarding is not feasible; Munina, the traitor, was over by the humans, the Siren’s Song was not advantageous, leaving only scuttling as an option.

Fortunately, humans are not good swimmers, this move is sure to succeed.

Just as Uranie awaited good news, screams constantly echoed, the water dyed red beneath, the smell of blood permeated the sea below the horizon.

Uranie’s face changed dramatically.

There are many swimming Sea Demons, but few adept with scuttling tools.

She couldn’t bear the heavy loss of the scuttling team, immediately issuing the order to retreat.

The embarrassed escapee Sea Demons frontline brought bad news.

The cunning humans were prepared, reinforcing the seabed with steel plates, making their special tools ineffective.

When they were at a loss, the despicable humans even poisoned the sea, hindering them further.

In short, it wasn’t possible.

"Retreat, Miss Uranie. The damned humans are already prepared!"

Uranie remained silent, knowing retreat was the best choice, ocean technology lagged behind, forcing them to use stone and various special materials to craft weapons and equipment, ordinary clans couldn’t even smelt or forge.

Only the minions of the Sea Emperor had the privilege of using forged weapons.

Given human preparedness, a frontal assault was clearly inadvisable.

But General Nephropidae was right behind, she couldn’t retreat.

Reluctantly, Uranie blew the whistle, seeking aid from General Nephropidae.

Thinking of being rebuked or even punished by the General after the operation, she bit her lip without saying a word.

With the sound of the whistle, the Sea Demons gradually withdrew, trailing behind the human ships, but not daring to act rashly.

This strange skirmish temporarily quieted down.

Yet both sides knew, the storm was about to come.

Standing on the upper deck, Lisa’s palms sweated nervously.

"Are they gone?"

She asked shakily.

"Perhaps, but we’ll have more visitors soon."

"Who?" Lisa asked Roland nervously, in a low voice.

"The Big Turtle." Roland came up with a fitting nickname for General Nephropidae.

Despite the tense situation, Lisa couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

Just as her smile blossomed, a dull thud came from the bottom of the ship, and the whole vessel shook.

Lisa wobbled, nearly falling into Roland’s arms.

Before she could react, Roland had already vanished like lightning to the deck’s end.

Lisa quickly followed, afraid that Roland might get into trouble.

General Nephropidae had arrived.

As if to vent his power or announce his arrival, he viciously rammed into the hull of the Monarch.

The shell was very hard, not inferior to steel, and it collided with the bottom of the ship with a dull thundering sound.

The ship wouldn’t cry in pain, but the beast would.

General Nephropidae used all his strength, intending to punch a big hole in the bottom of the Monarch, but didn’t expect to hit an iron plate.

He wanted to show off in front of his underlings, but instead hit an iron plate, making General Nephropidae’s expression very unpleasant.

He quickly slid his limbs, surfaced from the water, and with a powerful leap, jumped directly onto the deck of the Monarch.

Huh?!

Roland was somewhat dumbfounded.

What combat technique is this?

Is there a fish that leaps onto the ship to fight with fishermen?

He originally just planned to remove the shell, not expecting someone to deliver themselves to the door.

Roland pulled out a flare gun and shot a red flare into the sky, notifying Bridges to change the combat target to fishing.

A turtle is still a terrapin, which is broadly considered a fish, and must be caught!

Seeing Roland’s flare, Bridges was particularly excited, savoring the fragrant scent of a medal of honor.

He quickly gave orders, instructing the soldiers to prepare for fishing.

Did the Monarch think it could come and go at will?

Several large nets were thrown from all directions.

General Nephropidae was unfazed, pulling his limbs into his shell and spinning rapidly.

As long as the speed is fast enough, what net can stop him?

The rapidly spinning shell was like a blade cutting through the net, making General Nephropidae laugh heartily and feel overly satisfied.

After failing to break the ship, General Nephropidae knew he couldn’t completely annihilate the human fleet this time, and in his fury, he boarded the ship to wreak havoc, hoping to turn the tide with his bravery.

His idea wasn’t wrong; ordinary human nets couldn’t stop him.

After all, no one would prepare a custom net for a hundred-ton super sea turtle, nor could they carry it around.

Thus, he was invincible.

Screams and collision sounds constantly erupted.

General Nephropidae seemed like a god descended from heaven, rampaging on the Monarch, at least killing dozens of human soldiers with his spinning shell.

The plate armor of elite soldiers was a joke in front of his gigantic shell, and firearms hitting the shell clattered like roasting beans, causing no harm.

General Nephropidae let out a wild laugh, changing his mind; even if he couldn’t destroy the entire human fleet, he wanted to satisfy his lust for slaughter, planning to kill at least a thousand people before leaving.

Just as he intended to continue the massacre, several transparent nets fell down.

General Nephropidae impatiently began spinning again, thinking he could crush these pesky nets like before.

However, this time it was different; he couldn’t move.

Dozens of soldiers rushed out of the cabin, pouring unknown liquid on him.

These nets were of excellent toughness and had great stickiness, adhering tightly to his outstretched limbs.

General Nephropidae’s expression changed dramatically.

Something’s wrong!

He felt as if the shell had signs of breaking off, what were those damn human soldiers doing earlier?

This was definitely not water, but something dirty!

General Nephropidae panicked; he wanted to escape, but was stuck to the deck by code 502’s special glue, struggling was especially difficult.

He squirmed desperately but couldn’t break free.

General Nephropidae saw the situation turning bad and simply retracted his limbs back into the shell, leaving not even his head outside.

He simply didn’t believe that those damn liquids could hold him for long.

It would be fine in a while.

As long as he shrank back into his shell, what could humans do to him?

The pathetic human weapons couldn’t penetrate his defense, and Transcendents couldn’t break him with bare hands.

As long as that terrifying woman wasn’t here, he was invincible.

Just as General Nephropidae changed his strategy, dozens more soldiers rushed out, pouring more liquid.

This time the liquid couldn’t stick to General Nephropidae’s body, making him very pleased.

Foolish humans, running out of stock, huh?

Just wait, when I leave, I’ll give you a big surprise!

General Nephropidae roared inside.

Not daring to stick his head out, he naturally didn’t notice the human soldiers evacuating the Monarch.

Nor did he know that this time the liquid was kerosene.

Kerosene capable of burning down the entire ship.

Just as General Nephropidae was acting as the proverbial turtle without a neck, Roland and Lisa walked out together.

"General Nephropidae, I’ll give you one last chance. Tell me Emperor Edward’s whereabouts, and I might spare your life, otherwise..."

General Nephropidae’s arrogant laughter interrupted Roland’s words.

He simply didn’t believe humans could threaten him. Artillery couldn’t pierce armor, firearms were a joke. Were they going to punch him to death? Or drown him with these strange liquids?

Roland knew General Nephropidae wouldn’t talk honestly, smirked coldly, and snapped his fingers to Lisa.

"Light it up!"

Lisa’s lips trembled slightly.

Only Roland would do something like this, using the emperor’s flagship as a grave, cooking up a dish named braised grand turtle.

What a grand gesture.

Lisa spread her hands, flames erupted, igniting the kerosene.

The Monarch, was set alight.