The First Magic World War

Chapter 533: 499.

The Three Changes of the Holy Light Divine State Title (Requesting Monthly Votes) Chapter 533: 499.

The Three Changes of the Holy Light Divine State Title (Requesting Monthly Votes) With over two hundred ghost ships at his disposal, Charles occasionally could take a rest, sacrificing a dozen or so ghost ships to gain a chance to catch his breath.

He always suspected there was something beneath the sea helping him, but the battle was so intense that he had no time to investigate.

Charles had regained about seventy to eighty percent of his strength and picked up the Flame Knight Lance once again; he let out a roar and resumed the fight.

His ability to go from strength to strength in the ghost fleet owed much to his last battle; a bunch of sacred-level subordinates had seized all the ancient magic spirit battleships in the ghost fleet, and along with them, subdued all the sacred-level spirits.

This time he was not even facing opponents of sacred level or beyond.

Next was his special ability!

Eighteen Flame Hands continuously circled around Charles, each wielding an extraordinary weapon, virtually forming a small combat team that needn’t worry about casualties.

After all, Flame Hands hardly had any vulnerabilities to be targeted, and the combat was one-sided thrashing, more cutting than that of a real battle team of more than a dozen people.

As for the extraordinary weapons, there was no need to mention how crucial they were as another important reason.

Charles maze-ified another five ghost ships and exited the battle to catch his breath and recover some strength.

He hastily ate something and then threw himself back into the fray.

Agmilas dispatched the Isemeren Palace a second time, and this time it refused to retreat, which could only mean one thing: the Evil God was now in big trouble and couldn’t divert the main force here against Charles, the challenger to the Evil God.

Charles remembered hearing that the Evil Gods of the New Continent were in a grand chaos and became even more convinced that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The Holy Light Divine State Title transformed into a giant whale, doubling its speed suddenly.

It kept colliding with Isemeren Palace, which, being slow-moving, could only keep firing resentful spirit cannonballs.

However, this whale’s hide was thick and flesh was tough, utterly unfazed by the mere resentful spirit cannonballs.

While circling Isemeren Palace, every ghost ship it encountered was swallowed whole, its eyes filled with the glint of happiness; it was evidently starving.

With every collision, it managed to knock something off Isemeren Palace, and the King of the Giant Whales was not picky in the least, swallowing whatever fell from it.

Its appetite seemed boundless as it continued the battle for hours—Charles estimated that it had consumed at least three times its body size in “food,” yet there was no sign of burping or fullness, still as ravenous as a whale starved to death in its previous life, seemingly even hungrier.

When daylight returned, the stars faded away, and the sun rose, Charles calculated that his number of ghost ships had surpassed three hundred fifty.

Yet on the great sea, the ghost ships controlled by Isemeren Palace seemed to still number near a thousand, seemingly not reduced by much.

He was slightly surprised and thought to himself, “Could this ghost fleet be endless?”
However, he also noticed that after he had subdued three hundred fifty ghost ships, the quality of the ghost fleet controlled by Isemeren Palace was markedly declining, and there were even a bunch of small boats…
How could such things infiltrate such a large-scale sea battle?

Do they even deserve to be called ghost ships?

Charles had commanded fleets for quite some time now, having learned a lot from Herolf, the Golden Goat.

With plenty of ghost ships at his disposal, he began to employ some minor tactics, such as surrounding a group of ghost ships with his own ghost fleet while sending another group to snipe at the enemies coming to their rescue.

After he switched to this new strategy, his efficiency in subduing ghost ships didn’t improve much, but the losses among his ghost ships significantly decreased.

Once familiar with these tactics, Charles divided his ghost ships into dozens of groups, each consisting of a few vessels.

Some continued to snipe at the ghost ships controlled by Isemeren Palace, while others, relying on their exquisite tactics, pincered the isolated ghost ships, waiting for Charles to conquer and maze-ify them.

Originally, Charles had to constantly change ships, searching for the next target, which also wasted some time.

But as the ghost ships became more coordinated, his efficiency in subjugating them improved as well.

As the second night of the great sea battle fell, Charles had already amassed over six hundred ghost ships.

Although the number of ghost ships he controlled still fell short of the fleet manipulated by Isemeren Palace, the actual combat strength of the two sides was about the same.

Charles’s ghost ships were clearly stronger.

Although Isemeren Palace’s ghost ships were constantly reinforced, their quality grew increasingly poor.

Charles withdrew from battle to rest and regain his strength when he saw the giant whale let out a loud whale song and dive into the sea.

Ten minutes later, a great sea serpent, just as massive as the whale, surfaced.

Charles knew that the Holy Light Divine State Title was unusual, but he hadn’t expected it to be this bizarre.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he thought, “I wonder if I was on the ship when the Holy Light Divine State Title turned into a giant whale and then a sea serpent, would I be on their backs, or inside their bellies?”
The Holy Light Divine State Title, transformed into a sea serpent, was much more aggressive than the King of the Giant Whales.

With just a slight twist of its huge body, it stirred up towering waves.

Riding the waves, the great sea serpent went straight for Isemeren Palace.

The serpent weaved through the palace—a relic of the Evil God—and wherever it passed, everything collapsed.

Isemeren Palace let out a strange, pained screech, and countless resentful spirits surged into the sky, turning into various spectral projectiles: lances, bolts, and cannons, incessantly bombarding the body of the great sea serpent.

In just over two hours, the sea serpent was covered in wounds; it was evident that despite its ferocious nature and the shocking havoc it wrought, its defensive capabilities were not as great as the Holy Light Divine State Title, nor was it close to the King of the Giant Whales.

Before Charles could worry, the sea serpent flicked its tail, crashing into a building, and then willingly dove back into the sea.

Half an hour later, the Holy Light Divine State Title resurfaced from the ocean.

Gigantic maws opened on both sides of the ship, and countless tendrils reached out to frantically consume the scattered remnants of Isemeren Palace on the sea.

It seemed that Isemeren Palace had sustained a heavy blow, remaining still for a long time.

By the time it regained movement and attempted to retrieve the debris scattered across the sea’s surface, the Holy Light Divine State Title had nearly devoured it all.

In those few hours, Charles had captured over a hundred more ghost ships.

The tide of the sea battle had completely turned, with Charles now relentlessly pursuing the ghost ships controlled by Isemeren Palace.

Isemeren Palace suddenly let out another strange screech.

Its ghost ships paused for a moment as if struggling, but then one after another, they sailed towards Isemeren Palace.

The palace, a relic of the Evil God, cracked open in countless places.

As the ghost ships entered those openings, chewing and swallowing sounds emanated from within.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of ghost ships were devoured by Isemeren Palace.

The palace, transformed from the remains of an Evil God, visibly began to restore itself.