Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 842 - 547 Night Raid at Sea_2

Chapter 842: Chapter 547 Night Raid at Sea_2

They had inherited a portion of the Giant Dragon’s powerful senses, not only was their vision extraordinary, capable of seeing scenes several kilometers away in the dark or dim light, but they could also magnify them to reveal the smallest detail.

Since he had joined the Petrified Lizard’s Nest, this small fleet had never been ambushed again.

It was because of him that the sailors below were so carefree in their revelry; even the sentries on the other two ships were drawn away from their duties, stealthily joining the drunken festivities.

For such irresponsible behavior, the Blue Dragon Dragonborn was filled with anger and disdain. If they were his subordinates, he would have whipped them hundreds of times over.

Unfortunately, the people of the Petrified Lizard’s Nest belonged to a Slave Trade Group, not a military force. His harsh military style, though capable, was unpopular and, despite having once climbed to a significant rank, he was overturned by those who were more adept at indulging their underlings.

He harbored no grievances or thoughts of revenge over this, for the situation had not arisen from an overly powerful enemy but from his own deficiencies.

"Hm, what is that?" The Blue Dragon Dragonborn’s eyes narrowed as he leaped up, his huge Dragon Wings began to beat, and the deep green Holy Emblem of the Ocean Goddess Amboire lit up on his chest. The Magic Force that enveloped him receded, allowing him to take flight smoothly.

He was not a follower of the Fiery Queen; the Holy Emblem was the key to the Mist Barrier that enshrouded the warship. With the Ban Flight Law in effect here, without it, he would fall onto the deck like a weight, his wings rendered useless.

Although the Mist Barrier covering the warship was temporary, it was of the Nine Rings, capable of banning flight, teleportation, and even underwater swimming; whether a land or sea creature attempted to approach the warship from underwater, they would be uncontrollably forced to reveal part of their body above the water.

The typical sight of numerous marine creatures appearing and frantically swimming away from the warship didn’t occur. During a stationary period like now, once the Mist Barrier synchronized with the surrounding waters, those marine creatures would instinctively avoid the area.

After ascending, the Blue Dragon Dragonborn’s vertical pupils dilated, his facial muscles expanded outward, eerily enlarging his eyes to nearly double the size, creating a disconcerting incoordination with the rest of his face. Combined with his monstrous body, there was no cuteness, only palpable Fear.

This ability was not common among all Dragonborn; it was his personal Dragonborn Bloodline ability—True Dragon Sight.

At that moment, his visual capabilities were fully on par with a True Dragon.

The sea surface was empty, but the Blue Dragon Dragonborn felt something was off and scanned the area again.

This time, he finally spotted the problem—ripples. A series of ripples were spreading nonstop, accompanied by the rhythmic splashing sound of oars.

With nearly ten years of seafaring experience, the Blue Dragon Dragonborn knew instantly that these were the sounds of rowing.

The Blue Dragon Dragonborn shouted without hesitation, "Enemy attack, enemy attack, enemy attack! A large number of invisible ships are approaching. Everyone to battle stations! Stealth-Breaking Illumination Shells, three to the southwest. Move it unless you want to die."

His voice, infused with Magic Force, was heard not only by the people on his ship but also by those on the other two vessels immediately.

"It’s that bastard Sadro’s alarm. Everyone to battle stations, hurry!"

"All hands to your places. All sailors to the deck, man all defense weapons, secure the deck, and prevent the enemy from boarding."

"Idiots, get up! How long do you plan to sleep? Until the enemy storms in and cuts off your heads?"

"Where’s Charlie? Where is that damned fool Charlie? Is he drunk to stupor again? If not for his accuracy with the ballista, I would’ve taken that old bastard’s head a long time ago. Who else can shoot the ballista decently? I’m short one Ballista Marksman here..."

"Burp... Captain... Captain... what’s the rush... I’m... I’m here, aren’t I?"

"You can’t even stand straight, and you think you can operate a ballista?"

"Operating a ballista... it’s done with hands, not feet... burp, I guarantee, even with my feet... my shots are more accurate than theirs... besides, they aren’t any better... burp, most of our ballista marksmen on this ship... burp, I’ve drunk them under the table... Hahaha..."

"Dammit, you still have the nerve to laugh? You won’t be laughing when the enemy boards... Get the Stealth-Breaking Illumination Shells ready, quick! Otherwise, it’ll be too late when the enemy closes in."

The slave traders of the Petrified Lizard’s Nest displayed extremely high military discipline; upon hearing the alarm, they grabbed their weapons and ran to their posts, though many were too drunk to run, let alone walk steadily, looking as if they would fall at any moment.

It wasn’t discipline that bound them but the unique nature of their profession; failure often meant no chance of survival. Even if the enemies who attacked them spared their lives, the freed slaves would likely rend them limb from limb.