King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 703 - 703 695 The Great Moving Technique Move Move

Chapter 703: Chapter 695: The Great Moving Technique! Move! Move! Move! Chapter 703: Chapter 695: The Great Moving Technique! Move! Move! Move! “The issue with this Sea of the Dead is quite significant!” As Muria began to channel her own Half-plane to swallow Blackstone Harbor, a tinge of worry involuntarily surfaced in her heart. The process by which Michaela had severed Blackstone Harbor had been too easy.

It was so simple that it gave Muria the sense that the entire Ghost Sea seemed like countless semi-planar shards stitched together, that would shatter with a slightest movement.

“This secret technique is not feasible! I was wondering why Nether was so agreeable, it turns out this secret technique is essentially garbage, having too many shortcomings that need rectification.”

Muria was very dissatisfied with the technique. If she really used this method to continue assimilating Half-planes, the Ghost Sea would be the future of her Half-plane, which would rupture easily with any movement. “But I can only make do for now,” she concluded.

In a manner reminiscent of a person feeling exhausted after carrying a mountain and rushing for four hundred kilometers, Muria felt particularly weary. However, she had finally managed to cram all of Blackstone Harbor and the surrounding sea area into her own Half-plane. This joyous acquisition filled her heart with a sense of satisfaction, creating a poignant contradiction.

However, because the fragments of Blackstone Harbor were imbued with a strong Death Qi, Muria did not connect it with the ground of her original Plane, which she kept parallel to it and placed directly below.

But in the instant that Blackstone Harbor merged, Muria keenly noticed that her originally vibrant Half-plane was affected. In its border area, some flowers and trees began to wilt, and there was the beginning of desolate death creeping in. The power of life and the Death Qi were in conflict.

“After we return, I will ask Michaela for a Half-plane imbued with Heavenly Realm Law,” a thought popped into Muria’s mind. “It need not be too large, just enough that the energy it radiates covers my original land and can purify the Death Qi seeping from the land of death below. If not restrained, my place will eventually become no different from the Lich’s Half-plane.”

“Michael, can you still hold on?” Seeing the original Blackstone Harbor covered by seawater, and a whirlpool even appeared there due to its abrupt disappearance, Muria nodded in satisfaction, and then looked at The Blazing Sky Girl with some concern.

“Muria, let my sister rest for a while, just look at the state she is in from exhaustion,” interjected Ilves who had just helped Muria subdue the Winter Ghost. Although Michaela still looked lively at that time, the flames on her wings had dimmed considerably compared to the start.

“What rest? We’re on a tight schedule, Barbosa will be back soon, I can still hold on.” Michaela swung her Battle Sword, this feeling of slicing the Half-plane and feeling power depleted, for Michaela, was quite an unusual experience.

“You should rest anyway! I’ve already learned that secret technique, let’s take turns!” Seeing Michaela, who was somewhat short of breath, Ilves stood up and willingly took her place. He looked disapprovingly at Muria, he wouldn’t have helped Muria if it weren’t for his sister promising her aid.

In the following period, with Ilves and Michaela taking turns, the remaining ports and the surrounding sea territories were successively split and then moved into Muria’s Half-plane.

These harbors were roughly patched together with the original Blackstone Harbor by Muria using secret techniques. Due to identical properties, there had not been any issues for now. However, it would require plenty of time to acclimate to each other properly after returning.

“All that’s left are Barbosa’s lair and the shipyard. Where could they possibly be?” Floating in the sky above the empty Sea of the Dead, Muria stared down below with a degree of displeasure.

Above the black sea area, there were ghost ships coming and going everywhere. Occasionally, a Ghost Ship would surface or dive under, which was a command issued by Muria after Barbosa left.

All the Ghost Ships began searching for the location of Barbosa’s lair throughout the Sea of the Dead. Muria was adamant, if several tens of thousands of Ghost Ships were to dive into the sea together for a carpet search, they would definitely discover a shipyard that was incapable of hiding its trace.

“Master, it’s been found!” Suddenly, a Lich broke through the sea waves, rising straight from the sea bottom. The Soul Fire in his skull was shaking violently due to the scene he had just witnessed.

“Where?” Upon hearing that a Lich stated he has discovered Barbosa’s lair, Muria excitedly said, “Lead me there immediately.”

Soon enough, the Lich led Muria and the two Blazing Sky Divine Descendants to the depths of the sea. There, Muria saw the Steel Ghost Ships, beyond counting, anchored around the imposing, unbroken line of buildings.

However, at this moment, all of these steel ghost ships had sprung into action, clashing with the ghost ships that Muria had ordered to search for them. Due to the huge technological gap, the ghost ships driven by the pirates collected by Muria were no match for these iron battleships and were completely suppressed.

If it weren’t for the liches under Muria’s command helping out, these fellas would probably have fled long ago. Even so, Muria’s side was struggling. If Muria didn’t come, their annihilation was just a matter of time.

“Master, there are still many undead left in Barbosa’s castle. They are resisting fiercely.” The lich who led Muria, Michaela, and Ilves blocked a shot of death gas cannon fired from a steel ghost ship.

“Seven legendary undead, plus those guarding above, that’s ten legends. Truly fitting for a Great Lich. Even the Empire wouldn’t dare underestimate this kind of foundation.” Feeling the legendary aura emanating from the fortress, Muria’s face showed a grim expression.

“Michaela, Ilves, can you cut the space here?” Muria asked urgently, feeling that there was no time to dawdle.

If possible, he wanted to cut out this entire underwater area directly and stuff it into his semi-plane. As for the legendary undead inside, once he returned to Xena Pus, he could use the power of the 132 cloud islands to deal with them properly. He had just done a similar operation, trapping the Winter Ghost guarding Blackstone Harbor into it, which was now being ganged up on by the legends of Xena Pus.

“No, there’s something wrong with the space here. It can’t be cut.” Michaela frowned, her gallant sword drawn a line in the air. The area the blade brushed showed a black crack, but it quickly healed. It was far from the terrifying scene of cutting through the half-plane with a single strike, creating kilometers-long cracks in the space.

“The solidity of the space here is completely different from above. If I’m not mistaken, this should be Barbosa’s original half-plane, where his control is strongest.” Ilves tried it too and shook his head helplessly.

“So there’s no way to cut and take it directly.” Muria was very unhappy. He had found the enemy’s lair only to be told that he couldn’t take it all at once. It was incredibly frustrating.

“Seems like I have to use the move my mother taught me.” Muria sighed lightly. “I didn’t want to use it, you forced me.”

Atlas Grand Migration Technique!

Rampaging magical power flowed from Muria, spreading a bizarre and domineering wave from him. Guided by his mental power, it covered several square kilometers of sea area in front of him.

Boom… The seabed began to quake violently, like a massive earthquake. Then, a huge crack appeared along the boundary of the area covered by Muria’s mental power. Subsequently, the seabed began to rise slowly, revealing a conical pedestal underneath. Above the seabed were hundreds of steel ghost ships unable to escape, suppressed under Muria’s mental power.

Then Muria reached out towards this chunk of the seabed, which started flying towards him and rapidly shrinking to the size of his hand.

Finally, Muria opened his semi-plane projection and threw this area in. His semi-plane space didn’t expand further since he didn’t cut the space but simply removed the matter from this area.

“What is this legendary magic? Earthquake? Sealing? Levitation?” Ilves watched Muria’s dramatic move and was startled. He had never seen such a domineering and shameless magic before – taking things away without a single fight.

“Time is pressing, I’ll explain to you later. You help me suppress these legendary undead first, I have to go.” Seeing the ghost ships around him turning around, intending to focus fire on him, Muria couldn’t wait to fly off. There were only a few dozen minutes left, and this commotion must have alerted the Great Lich.

“Why should I help you?” Ilves huffed coldly, feeling dissatisfied with being ordered around. However, his cold expression didn’t even last for a second before he saw his sister turning into a streak of rainbow, rushing towards the fiercest part of the battlefield where a massive rotting octopus was swinging its tentacles, making the legendary lich in front of it cringe.

“Be careful, Mija!” Seeing his sister joining the fight, Ilves had no choice but to follow.

“I move, I move,” Muria was relentlessly casting the Atlas Grand Migration Technique regardless of the consumption of his magic and mental power. However, Barbosa had simply built too many ghost ships, so less than a tenth of them ended up sealed inside Muria’s semi-plane.