Extraordinary Voyage

On the battlefield.

In just a brief moment, under the unstoppable onslaught of the "Ghost Ship", the United Fleet was already in grave danger.

In a predicament of being unable to fight back, they were like victims of a dimensional reduction attack, forced to scatter and flee. Even the Level 2 Battleship "Frost White Sword," which should have been the flagship, was no exception.

No, for them, "fleeing" might even be a luxury. No matter how fast they tried to escape, compared to the "Ghost Ship," they were like a toddler learning to walk, easily caught up by the far more agile "Ghost Ship" and sent to the depths one by one.

Boom—

Another Level 4 Battleship experienced a tragic explosion under high temperatures, turning into a fireball and slowly sinking. This... was already the third warship to be sunk tonight!

The main reason the "Frost White Sword" as the flagship remained unscathed temporarily was because it was positioned farthest from the "Ghost Ship" at the start, allowing Aiven and the others to narrowly escape disaster.

However, if the "Ghost Ship's" formidable state could last a while longer, the complete destruction of the entire fleet was only a matter of time.

A deep, dark terror and despair gradually enveloped the hearts of every surviving Navy member!

Some sailors, with weaker mental fortitude, couldn't withstand the relentless threat of death and began to scream frantically:

"Stay away, monster!"

"Goddess! Save me!"

Crash....

At that moment, the air started to flow unusually, as if stirred by some gigantic creature, and the entire sea near the battlefield began to churn.

Bang—

Behind the fleet, near the harbor, a fully silver-gray steel giant ship, without even a single sail and covered in menacing turrets, slowly emerged from the air.

It seemed like a creation from another dimension, a divine soldier descending from the heavens!

The giant ship cast a shadow as it appeared, displacing the seawater so much that the sea level rose visibly.

The Legendary Battleship "Steam Fortress" made its grand entrance!

Toot—

Amidst the loud steam whistle, the steel battleship exhaled white mist and roared like a giant beast.

In this era, the maximum speed of a sailing battleship was only about 8 to 9 knots (1 knot = 1 nautical mile/hour = 1.852 km/hour), which during normal navigation might not even be as fast as a scooter.

But the "Steam Fortress," powered by a magically modified steam engine and aided by marvelous alchemy, didn't need wind assistance and could reach an average speed of 20 knots, even faster at full throttle!

On the seas of this era, it was practically cheating, not to mention that the most outstanding feature of this "sea fortress" wasn't its speed...

An elderly man, with white hair and beard, stood at the ship's bow, leaning on a meticulously carved metal staff encrusted with gemstones of various colors, gazing towards the still-rampaging "Ghost Ship" and the fiercely burning Navy warships. His face remained calm and unperturbed, "Your Highness, please give the order!"

"As the first successor of the Phaletis Kingdom, I authorize:

Legendary Battleship 'Steam Fortress'

Awaken the Ship Spirit!

Full power!

Unlock weapon systems!

Permission to engage!!"

Behind him, Princess Liweina also witnessed everything happening on the battlefield, not daring to delay for a moment as she solemnly issued her command.

The "Steam Fortress," as one of the Kingdom's few Legendary Battleships, was akin to Aiven's world's bottom-line nuclear deterrence, naturally impossible to mobilize casually.

At this moment, only by combining the wartime authority of Captain Preston of the Legendary Battleship and the temporary authorization from Liweina, the Kingdom's heir, could it truly be unlocked!

Otherwise, even a powerful Legendary Battleship would merely be an iron coffin floating on the water.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

With the elderly man's acknowledgment, the "Steam Fortress" seemed to truly awaken. The gears inside the ship rotated, emitting clear chimes, and the hundreds of hidden turrets on the deck and side began to autonomously rotate and adjust.

Like a startled hedgehog revealing its quills, it sent chills down one's spine!

"Confirm entry into single-ship naval combat mode! Ammunition ready! 'Freeze Mode: Frost Breath!'"

With the order given, the ammo bay automatically opened, steam-powered gears turned, linking the "Steam Fortress's" internal transmission devices to operate autonomously. Under the control of the central "Ship Spirit," artillery shells engraved with blue frost patterns on the surface were loaded into position.

Ten secondary cannons on the deck glistened coldly as they slowly adjusted their aim.

"Target 'Ghost Ship,' open fire!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!....

After fire control system calibration, trailing blue Extraordinary Spiritual Light, ten alchemy cannonballs hit the elusive "Ghost Ship" in rapid succession with no chance to evade!

Boom——

The alchemy cannonball exploded thunderously, and thick ice-blue mist instantly engulfed the burning "Ghost Ship."

Zzz! Zzz! Zzz!...

It was as if a red-hot iron had been immersed in ice water. In just a few breaths, the ghostly green flames that once covered the ship were completely extinguished, and a thick layer of solid ice adhered to the pitch-black surface of the hull.

Even the sea surface within a hundred meters of the "Ghost Ship" was completely frozen, like an insect trapped in amber, unable to move anymore.

Having acted, they had no intention of giving the "Ghost Ship" any chance.

"Order! Charge the main cannon!"

The entire ship, bristling like a porcupine with turrets, saw the largest naval gun at the prow begin to glow with complex witchcraft inscriptions, layer by layer. Circles of blazing white halos blossomed at the muzzle, lighting up the night like a small sun.

"Fire the main cannon!"

Boom——!!!!!!!

It was like a stunning bolt of energy striking the sea surface, the blazing white light filled everyone's vision, and the massive roar nearly deafened everyone temporarily...

Wow wow wow...

An immense volume of seawater transformed into raindrops and fell again.

When everyone's vision finally returned to normal, the "Ghost Ship" was nowhere to be seen on the sea surface. More precisely, not even the tiniest fragment of wooden plank could be found.

The fate of the "Box of Dead Souls" and the last "Killing Ghost" Wack Wells was beyond doubt.

"Is this a Legendary Warship?!"

Not just Aiven, even the sailors witnessing the might of this steel giant for the first time had their eyes wide open, unable to believe what they had just seen.

From the moment the "Steam Fortress" appeared, the once unstoppable "Ghost Ship" found its roles reversed in an instant, much like the ships before it, rendered powerless and utterly blown apart by the combination attack!!!

It's not that the "Ghost Ship," already at a Quasi-Legendary Level, wasn't strong.

Rather, the Legendary Warship itself had already undergone an Extraordinary Transformation, similar to a human who had reached an extraordinary state. After becoming extraordinary in essence, it gave birth to its own Ship Spirit. Even its shortcomings far surpassed those of ordinary ships, making it an utterly invincible powerhouse in every way!

Unless faced with a stronger force head-on, any weakness of the opponent would be seized upon and magnified, then directly crushed.

And like the "Ghost Ship," which only relied on a single "Ship's Figurehead" to hold its ground, though it possessed some Extraordinary Traits that might far surpass ordinary warships in speed, attack, and special abilities, there was still a qualitative difference compared to a true Legendary Warship.

"Is it... over?" Krell swallowed hard, looking at the rolling waves, and said choked. Evidently, he had yet to recover from the power of the Legendary Warship.

"It should be over, right? Unless it's a God, no one can survive such an attack!" Anthony replied, seemingly responding to Krell but also talking to himself. As a wizard of the Alchemy School, the "Steam Fortress" under Principal Princeton's helm was his pursuit, and now he was left with nothing but fervent admiration.

"No, we failed!" Only a few realized that the "Ghost Ship" wasn't the key; the black spot on the blood moon was.

Perhaps calling it a black spot was no longer appropriate now, for that initial black spot had already expanded into a black cavity the size of a washbasin.

It seemed a mockery of the cheering navy who had narrowly escaped disaster.

Swish——

From beneath the sea where the "Ghost Ship" had been, a streak of blood light burst through the ocean and shot directly towards that blood moon in the sky.

The blood light seemed to carry an immeasurable malevolent energy and a profound hatred for the mortal world as it pierced the night sky, causing many common sailors who witnessed it to experience heavy illusions.

"Ah——"

"Don't come any closer!"

"Damn it!"

In their eyes, countless ghosts and evil spirits emerged with the blood light from the seabed, frantically struggling to crawl onto the warship they were on.

Meanwhile.

The negative emotions produced by the midnight tumult in the city also peaked at this moment, triggering some sort of critical point. The city's night sky turned blood-red, mirroring the blood-colored moon.

They didn't wait long.

Pop——

A sound like a bubble popping echoed from deep within everyone's hearts.

On the moon, the black cavity slowly bulged and burst, like a newborn breaking through its amniotic sac to enter the world. An illusory figure garbed in flamboyant theatrical attire with thick makeup, making its gender indiscernible, twisted its body and struggled to break free from the black hole.

Aside from its distinctive attire.

Its appearance was indescribable, like a man, yet a woman, like an adult, yet a child, like a saint, yet a prisoner, like an angel, yet a demon....

In the final moments, using the sole surviving member of the Wells Clan as a sacrifice, and aided by the desecration ritual in the city, the seal was finally broken.

The Evil God Perseus thus descended!!!