Capítulo 118: Chapter 118: Wherever the Sun Shines, There I May Tread
Splash—splash—
The fleet bobbed on the sea's surface, the only sound being the waves crashing against the hulls, while the deck was eerily silent.
Including Commander Nalan Huaz, over a thousand Divine Kingdom warriors and sailors knelt, their faces contorted in pain, unable to utter a single word.
All this transpired in mere seconds!
Unlike the wizards of the Storm Kingdom, the middle-aged man in the golden robe on the opposing ship performed no incantations; he merely uttered a single syllable, "Punish."
Upon hearing it, everyone from the Divine Kingdom fell to their knees without resistance!
Some, caught unawares near the ship's rail, collapsed into the sea, their bodies limp, unable to save themselves as they watched the horizon recede, drowning in the depths!
"Such tactics..."
Nalan Huaz clenched his teeth, gripping his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, barely preventing his knees from fully bending.
He never witnessed the man's spellcasting; just one word had subdued over a thousand of them—an act beyond comprehension!
Observing the white-robed attendants beside him, and a towering, bald bodyguard whose aura was as potent as any divine servant, it was clear they were no ordinary foes...
Though the Divine Kingdom's fleet was numerous, they were clearly outmatched in strength!
Nalan Huaz calculated that with all his might, he might temporarily break free from this suppression, yet he did not act rashly but instead raised his head, managing to shout:
"Regardless of who you are, you cannot force your way into Divine Kingdom territory! If you wish to visit Peaceful Island, send an envoy with formal documents in advance!"
"Hmm?"
The bald bodyguard beside the golden-robed man showed surprise, commenting, "Your Eminence, that old man can still speak under your Word of Sanctity—impressive."
"About on par with you from ten years ago," the golden-robed man remarked with a smile, gesturing for his ship to proceed while addressing Nalan Huaz calmly:
"Wherever the sun shines, the blessings of the God of Light reach; there is no place I cannot tread."
His opulent ship forcibly pushed aside two aluminum-hulled warships, intent on heading straight to Peaceful Island!
"Ah!!"
As it passed by the [Chardon IX], Nalan Huaz suddenly roared, his hair and beard bristling as he leaped from the deck, swinging his blade with both hands towards the golden-robed man!
"Protect His Eminence!"
The bald bodyguard stepped forward, with the other white-robed attendants forming a protective circle around their leader.
The golden-robed man remained composed, simply uttering one word: "Back!"
A buzz—
Nalan Huaz felt an invisible force strike him mid-air, shaking his organs violently, causing him to vomit blood!
His Green Dragon Crescent Blade spun back to the [Chardon IX]'s deck, and Nalan Huaz fell into the sea, quickly swept away by the waves.
"Lord Huaz!!"
The Divine Kingdom warriors watched in horror, their vice-commander, Zuoqiu Ping, struggling to rise for rescue, only to be forced back down by that mysterious force, his voice trembling as he called out, blood trickling from his mouth.
The golden-robed man withdrew his gaze, as if he had merely flicked away a speck of dust, unworthy of further attention.
But as his ship was about to escape the encirclement, a dragon's roar echoed from afar!
His brow furrowed.
It was a warning from the Holy Light Dragon!
Could this foreign Divine Kingdom harbor some perilous threat?
"Stop."
After a moment of silence, the golden-robed man glanced towards Peaceful Island, ordering his ship to turn back.
If even the Holy Light Dragon deemed this place high-risk, he had underestimated this mysterious land; more thorough preparations were necessary.
"Believing in a god is not a mistake; the mistake lies in whom you believe. If you realize that basking in the light is the true path, the Silver Moon Papacy always welcomes you. I hope, on my next visit, Peaceful Island will show the proper etiquette."
As the golden-robed man's voice, tinged with pity, faded, the suppression on the Divine Kingdom's ships lifted.
The weaker ones collapsed on the deck, gasping for air!
Meanwhile, mid-tier officers like Zuoqiu Ping, who had undergone three body temperings, staggered to the rail, diving into the sea in search of Nalan Huaz.
However, the waves were too fierce, and after half a day of searching, they found no trace. The fleet left three aluminum-hulled ships to monitor Silver Moon Kingdom's movements, while the rest returned to Crosswind Port.
...
The next morning, in a house in Crosswind Port.
Huyan Longzhuo was helping his pregnant wife walk in the courtyard when he noticed Zuoqiu Ping peeking anxiously at the gate. He subtly moved to block his wife's view.
"Ah Xin, it's getting chilly; let's go back inside to rest. We can come out when it's warmer this afternoon."
Nalan Xin gave her husband a suspicious look but didn't press further, allowing him to lead her back to the bedroom.
Moments later, Huyan Longzhuo stepped out under some pretext, meeting Zuoqiu Ping just outside the gate, whispering:
"Weren't you supposed to be patrolling with the old man? Why are you back halfway? Did something happen?"
"Lord Longzhuo, Lord Huaz..."
Zuoqiu Ping's face was filled with sorrow: "Lord Huaz has fallen in battle!"
"What?"
Huyan Longzhuo froze for a moment, then grabbed Zuoqiu Ping by the collar, eyes wide, growling:
"My father-in-law is still strong! He's only ever killed enemies, how could he be killed?!"
"I'm not deceiving you..."
Tears welled in Zuoqiu Ping's eyes as he uncovered the bloody Green Dragon Crescent Blade from a nearby cart.
"The fleet reached the southwestern sea where we encountered someone claiming to be the Avatar of the God of Light, likely the Pope of the Silver Moon Papacy, intent on visiting Peaceful Island. He subdued us all with his magic...
Lord Huaz tried to stop him at the cost of his life, was gravely wounded, and fell into the sea. We searched everywhere but found no sign of him...
With such injuries, lost in the turbulent sea, Lord Huaz's chances of survival are slim..."
Huyan Longzhuo listened, dazed, slowly releasing Zuoqiu Ping, staggering back to sit against the courtyard wall.
"Old man, you haven't even held your grandchild, how could you leave us so soon..."
...
At noon, Huyan Longzhuo tried to hide the news while cooking for his wife, but his straightforward nature betrayed his emotions.
Upon learning of her father's fate, Nalan Xin burst into tears, nearly fainting. Huyan Longzhuo quickly summoned a physician to administer calming medicine, narrowly averting a tragedy.
He sat by his wife's bedside, sleepless throughout the night.
The next morning, on a shore in the southeastern sea.
Pirates from the Dark Kingdom dragged an unconscious old man onto the beach, intending to strip him of his shiny metal armor for a good price at the market!
But they were stopped by a young man passing by.
"Three gold coins; will you sell this man to me?"
The pirate looked up to see a black robe adorned with a purple hexagram and those distinctive gray-white eyes, startling him:
"You... you're from the Shadow Council... Lord Heris-Biel?!"
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