Extraordinary Voyage

One month later.

The group that had been feasting on the supplies line from Hilus was using ambush tactics with mastery.

Even for the basic "Mist Silver Lamp" to summon thick fog, Milan had gained experience.

No longer would he directly adjust the thickness to the highest level, like a wall of fog blocking the opponent, but rather control various ranges from thin to thick, naturally and subtly like normal mist.

Even the most vigilant people wouldn't notice anything amiss within a short period.

Then launch an air raid with sea birds, using "Sleep Potion," potent toxin "Voodoo Potion," incendiary "Little Elf," or even "Alchemy Bomb" depending on the situation.

For ordinary transport ships, after going through these two steps, they would just have the qualification to be "looted."

In fact, most skirmishes this month had gone this way, where supply ships and various pirates didn't even see the enemy's shadow before inadvertently falling victim to Aiven's "devious schemes."

The crew on both ships basically enjoyed a smooth journey, and opportunities for real fleet battles were rare, with some officers even feeling they had gained weight during this period.

A skillful tactic is effective everywhere, and this ambush plan is no exception.

Though considering the presence of Magical Holy Professionals on the ships, they didn't dare let the sea birds get too close, but just looking at the specifications of the warships could roughly evaluate the fleet personnel's strength.

The fleet comprised three cruisers and one Level 3 Battleship, with at least five Official Knights and one Magical Holy Professional, one more than their side.

However, as long as they weren't dragged by Hilus Warships into their so-called world-invincible boarding battles, the advantage of the Extraordinaries wasn't so obvious in long-range bombardments.

Not to mention, the initiative was in their hands, they could choose to engage or retreat at will.

Plus, with two strategically significant Ocean Treasures, "Mist Silver Lamp" and "Cannon Commander's Saber," Aiven felt their side had a good chance of winning.

Although he was tempted by the Level 3 Battleship "Stendeburg" and its carried goods, given the current strength comparison, he temporarily set aside thoughts of plunder.

The priority was to eliminate the opposing forces.

Slowly.

As he saw the opponent entering the ambush circle he had prepared, Aiven decisively ordered.

"Bess! Deploy the entire air force!"

Flap—

Flap—

Excluding the Needle-tailed Swift due to its small size, all sea birds soared into the sky.

Nineteen large sea birds held in their talons two clustered Alchemy Bombs each, now "Storm Horn" had ample reserves of these bombs and feared no waste.

With the Alchemy Bomb's immense power, plus the ceramic jar Aiven had specially wrapped them in.

Once a cluster bomb dropped onto a cruiser's deck, it would be enough to sweep away ordinary soldiers across the entire deck, directly eliminating all firepower on the upper main deck.

The White Seagull grasped a variety of items from "Sleep Potion," "Voodoo Potion," "Little Elf," to the "Frenzy Potion" that now caused trepidation even upon hearing the name—everything was prepared.

No matter which potion fell, it would be enough to give Hilus soldiers a tough time.

During normal navigation.

The Hilus Fleet adopted a single column formation with "Stendeburg" as both the flagship and leading ship, the three cruisers lined up behind it.

But encountering increasingly dense maritime fog, the flagship "Stendeburg" waved signal flags.

Their formation gradually changed, with the three cruisers enclosing the slower "Stendeburg" in the center, acting as its escort ships.

In terms of military discipline or response speed, they were far beyond the Pirate Fleet's reach.

However.

The concentration of the fleet played right into Aiven's hands, the denser the formation, the more advantageous it was for the bombs' power to be exerted.

As he watched the air force gradually move above the Navy fleet, and the two Level 3 Battleships also advancing in a standard battle line formation, ready to seize the opportunity to strike.

Suddenly.

The Needle-tailed Swift, steadfast in its scouting duties, sent back an image.

On the deck of "Stendeburg," a curly-haired Holy Professional clad in a white robe with red edges ascended the forecastle, under the guard of two fully armored Hilus heavy warriors.

He dropped golden holy oil into a continuously burning ceramic brazier, raising a more than a meter high flaming bright yellow fire.

The Holy Professional raised his hands high and devoutly chanted:

"Eternal Flame! Blaze bright!

The bonfire drives away beasts;

The flame destroys enemies;

The beacon illuminates the path;

....."

[Divine Skill: Magma Pupil!]

A bright yellow fire line shot from the ceramic basin straight into the sky, opening an eye larger than a head at the top of the main mast, protruding over 60 meters above the sea.

Blinking like rolling magma, the bright yellow pupil shot a dazzling divine light easily piercing through the fog, scanning the sea, sky, and all places deemed suspicious by the Holy Professional.

"Damn it, Magic Professions are troublesome, even a slight disturbance needs divine consultation!

We can't wait any longer, Bess! Drop the bombs immediately!"

Though they hadn't reached the optimal position, Aiven still decisively issued the order.

Because he knew.

No matter what, a Dean from the "Eternal Flame" Church is far stronger than the Wild Mage Akrawa from the "Eagle Spirit".

If he were to discover the air raid troops ahead of time, any response he makes is not something Aiven wants to see.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...

The bomber squad suddenly dropped all kinds of "bombs" from their claws.

At this moment, the air raid scope already covered most of the hulls of two cruisers and the Level 3 battleship.

Meanwhile.

Edmund, who was using detection divine art, also discovered these sneaky sea birds overhead, as well as the various "bombs" they just dropped.

No one expected that his routine detection due to a sense of unease would actually detect an attack, and it appears to be from a wizard who can control sea birds!

"Damn wizard, don't think you can succeed!"

With curly hair fluttering and eyes wide open, this powerful holy professional's prayer seemed to scorch others, solemn and urgent:

"Red flames are bright and brilliant, protect us from suffering!"

[Divine Skill: Divine Shelter!]

A vast barrier emitting a faint red glow rapidly expanded from the fire basin as its center, like a giant's umbrella shielding the fleet.

The facade of war is a duel between "spear" and "shield," whoever is stronger gains the advantage.

This time....

The hastily raised barrier looked extremely impressive, but its defensive scope was indeed too large.

Moreover, the trigger mechanism of alchemy bombs is that they explode upon contact, be it the battleships or... the divine magic barrier.

Boom! Boom! Boom!...

The first few bombs exploded violently upon obstruction.

Easily tearing open a large hole in the barrier, allowing various other "bombs" lagging behind to fall once more.

Honestly, this tangible barrier was far less effective against alchemy bombs and various potions than the wild mage Akrawa's summoned storm.

Those triggered by the barrier were not as many as those in mid-air affected by the cascade from the earlier bomb explosions.

At this time, whether the holy professional had more tricks up his sleeve or not, there was no chance to cast another spell.

Nonetheless, his timely action was seen to be somewhat effective.

Due to the impact of the mid-air explosions, most "bombs" got blown far off, deviating from their intended descent trajectory.

The next moment.

Rumble——

Massive flames rose, sweeping clean the deck of one cruiser, followed by the explosion of a bottle of green mist on the deck, like a viscous amorphous monster, it slowly seeped through to the lower cannon deck via the large hole in the center of the deck.

"It's voodoo! Quick, jump into the sea!"

These soldiers who have long been mingling in the New Continent, had at least dealt with native wizards, seeing things were going awry, they quickly jumped into the sea to escape.

Splash!...

The other cruiser within the attack range didn't fare much better.

Two bombs named "Little Elves" visited here, in very unkind ways, igniting the mast and sails, burning along the deck, turning many Hilus soldiers working there into flaming people rolling around.

"Ah—"

"Help! I don't want to die!"

Only the Level 3 battleship "Stendeburg" was somewhat better off, with the rear mast on the stern tower blown off.

A bottle of "Frenzy Potion" exploded shortly thereafter but was burned clean by a large spray of flames summoned by the well-prepared Edmund in the blink of an eye.

Everything happened in an instant.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

After hearing the loud booms, amidst the shifting shadows, Captain Stanley, Colonel Reynolds Ban from the army already rushed onto the deck carried by gale.

Looking at the two disastrous cruisers at sea, the two commanding officers almost burst in rage.

"Damn it, who dared to attack the Kingdom Navy?!"

The boastful claims they had just made were still ringing in their ears, but the slap in the face came so quick, even their deep military experience couldn't help but get them somewhat embarrassed and furious.

Meanwhile, Dean Edmund seized the opportunity to use another divine art.

[Flame Immunity!]

The power of the gods instantly extinguished the furious flames on the burning cruiser, but this warship's combat capability had been significantly diminished.

At the very start of battle.

Before the enemy even showed up, two cruisers were already forced out of the fight.

Subsequently, the likewise enraged holy professional pointed somewhere in the mist:

"I see them, the enemy is right there!"

Meanwhile.

Amidst the roar of cannon fire...

Intense streams of iron flame dragged their piercing whistling, crushing the mist at sea, and viciously moving towards "Stendeburg" from the direction he pointed.