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1128: Chapter 172, Crossroads_2 1128: Chapter 172, Crossroads_2 Never had I imagined that the world too harbored race discrimination.

Maxim and Belsden had achieved their magical breakthroughs within the Sanctuary effortlessly, completing the process in their sleep without a hitch.

Robert broke through the Sanctuary as well, although he arranged for others to protect him during the process, it didn’t cause much of a stir.

All that happened was a slight stirring of the magic elements between heaven and earth.

But when it came to the Ghost Ships, they were directly dealt a package of divine retribution, which was sufficient proof of how unwelcome these otherworldly beings were.

Under normal circumstances, these three Ghost Ships shouldn’t have been able to break through, but Hudson had fed them too much.

He had not only extorted a sum from the coastal nobles, but the blood energy he reaped from the battlefield also entirely became the sustenance for the Ghost Ships.

Normally, even if they plundered every sea vessel, they wouldn’t be able to gather such an amount of sustenance.

Hudson was clueless about the might of the sky thunders, as the piercing cold winds had already torn through his Magic Shield.

Had it not been for Belsden on the front lines, he might have become the first Dragon Knight to fall from a dragon’s back and perish.

Of course, it was more likely that he would be torn apart by the cutting winds, reduced to dust, with even the step of retrieving the corpse omitted.

Better to avoid trouble if it can’t be faced.

Such lively situations were beneath Master Hudson’s concern.

Deep down, Hudson had already begun to worry about the three Ghost Ships below.

It had not been easy to fatten them up; should they be scattered by the turmoil, it would be a great loss.

“Do the two of you know what this is all about?” Hudson asked with concern after avoiding the storm.

“A Dragon Emperor once recorded in the Dragon Life Experiences that creatures from the Other World face divine retribution when they break through the Sanctuary.

It seems the Ghost Ships are an alien species; when exactly they arrived is unknown, but according to inherited memories, they were first encountered over nine thousand years ago.”

Maxim’s words brought joy to Hudson.

His own Silly Dragon had actually retrieved its inherited memory.

In the world of the Giant Dragons, there was a saying: A Giant Dragon without inherited memory is a second-rate cripple.

Although the Dragon Mother could impart inherited knowledge, the inherited memories of the Dragon Race were too vast; normally, they would only consult it when necessary.

Without inherited memories and the precious experiences accumulated by their ancestors, breaking through to higher realms was nearly impossible.

Maxim, who had foolishly lost his inherited memory, had now recovered it, which was certainly good news.

Immediately, Hudson’s focus shifted to “over nine thousand years ago”, calculating from this time point, the Dragon Emperor who left the records could very likely have experienced the last Cataclysm of ten thousand years.

Perhaps the Ghost Ships were an alien species left over from the last Cataclysm of ten thousand years.

There were more and more indications that the Cataclysm of ten thousand years had existed, but the specific details had been erased, which sank Hudson’s heart.

For the Human Race, these short-lived species, it was very simple to alter history and conceal information.

In just three to five hundred years, the truth could be distorted beyond recognition.

The Giant Dragon Clan, a Longevity race, was different; even after a thousand years, the dragons involved could still be alive.

It would be difficult to keep secrets unless one killed the dragons and silenced them or forcefully erased a segment of their memories.

Even if Divine Spirits commanded it, it would be hard to make the proud and unyielding Giant Dragons obey.

In the ancient myths that circulated across the Continent of Aslante, there are plenty of stories of Giant Dragons resisting the Divine Spirits.

Seeing that the Giant Dragon Clan was now thriving, it was evident that the Divine Spirits were not omnipotent, at least in this world; the ancient Giant Dragons managed to match them in battle.

“Maxim, in your inherited memories, what are the chances of these alien species successfully overcoming the divine retribution?” Hudson couldn’t help but be concerned; the three Ghost Ships were a crucial part of his plans.

The Kingdom Navy needed time to grow, and to seize control of the seas, he had to come up with a unique strategy.

The infamously brutal “Three Kings of the Underworld” were, without a doubt, the best assistants.

All the dirty work at sea that couldn’t stand the light could be handed over to them.

“I don’t know!

The inherited memory just casually mentioned it; these things are not of concern to our Giant Dragon Clan, and no dragon would bother to keep statistics.”

Maxim said, shaking his head.

The divine retribution continued, and Hudson could only anxiously wait.

Success or failure hinged on this moment; if he lost control of the sea, the development plan for the Snow Moon Territory would be mostly ruined.

The Kingdom Navy still had some depth, but with limited wealth, it lacked the capability to develop sea power.

The Noble’s Private Army was equally unreliable.

Powerful was only relative; compared to the rest of the continent, they really were nothing significant.

As time ticked by, Poison Dragon Island revealed its true form once more.

The fog that had enshrouded it was dispersed by the storm, and the sky became exceptionally clear.

The “Three Kings of the Underworld” moored here were now more wretched than any, the once majestic Warships now badly damaged, as if they could disintegrate at any moment.

The Ghosts on the ship were also listlessly busy, seemingly repairing the warships.

Merely standing at a distance and glancing over, Hudson could feel an endless desolation, as if it would completely devour this world.

Seeing their master arrive, the disheveled Ghosts hurried out to greet him.

The lead three Ghost Kings were in the worst state, their aura somewhat unstable.

“Have you succeeded in your breakthrough?” Hudson asked with concern.

A bad state could be recovered from; after all, the Kingdom was not short on wars.

There was plenty of blood energy to serve as sustenance for their growth.