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Chapter 908 - 908 95 The Fleet Annihilation_2

908: Chapter 95, The Fleet Annihilation_2 908: Chapter 95, The Fleet Annihilation_2 If they had known that the Ghost Ship would attack the fleet, they would not have bothered with any of this and could have just waited for the enemy to come to them.

“Commander, the storm at sea is too intense, and there are no markers nearby, making it impossible to lock onto a direction.

How about we send someone to scout first, confirm the fleet’s location, and then rush over?”

No sooner had the middle-aged captain finished speaking than he received a heavy slap across his face, a clear indication that the suggestion was a terrible one.

In other situations, sending a strongman out to search for the fleet’s location wouldn’t be much of an issue, but this was the Misty Marine Region.

All one could see was a monotonous grey, and if one were to leave the warships, there’s the likelihood that they wouldn’t even be able to find their way back.

“Hamodi, figure something out quickly.

The number of strongmen left to guard the fleet is too small; they will definitely suffer a great disadvantage against an Eighth-order Ghost Ship.

If we return too late and the fleet suffers heavy losses, we won’t be able to explain it to the Holy Mountain,” the Ascetic elder said sternly.

These Dark Cultivators have always been unpopular within the Clergy.

Even achieving the status of Eighth-order Strongman did not significantly elevate their position.

There’s no helping it, as talent and the circumstances of one’s birth are innate and not within one’s power to change.

In fact, these individuals were considered lucky.

If not for the Clergy being in a period of decline and needing “cult” organizations to do their dirty work, they would not even have had the chance to practice cultivation.

Three hundred years ago when the Clergy dominated the Continent, any person identified with a Dark System talent had to be humanely destroyed.

Even if one’s parents were powerful nobles, unwilling to see their flesh and blood harmed, at most they could only hide their children with a Dark System talent among the common folk.

For these Dark Type Strongmen, this operation was their best chance to turn their fortunes around.

In the Continent of Aslante, the strong were respected, and the emergence of a Dark Domain Holy Knight would inevitably change their awkward situation within the Clergy.

Conversely, if the operation failed and led to a massive loss for the fleet, these people would be the best scapegoats.

Because of matters of faith, many within the Clergy looked at them with disdain.

After giving the elder a fierce glare, Hamodi said irritably: “Enough!

Can’t you see that I’m trying to come up with a solution?

Stop creating chaos!”

Indeed, he was not as powerful as the elder before him, but as a Seventh-order Holy Knight and the fleet’s Commander, he held a higher position than the elder.

Such minor conflicts were not a big deal; the key was to find the main fleet’s location.

Now, after blindly returning along the same route and being caught in a furious storm, even Hamodi was unsure where they were.

“I’ve already sent a message to Moses to have the Magic Crystal Cannons fired up to guide us.

Once we close the distance, we can follow the sound to locate them.

Here we only hear the storm, which means the fleet is not in this region, let’s change direction and keep searching!”

In his heart, Hamodi at one point wanted to order the troops to search in three different directions to increase the chances of finding them.

However, his subconscious warned him against the danger.

This intuition had saved his life on several occasions.

Now with this frightening sensation reemerging, Hamodi dared not take it lightly.

…

The bloody battle continued, with rainfall washing away the bloodstains on the deck but unable to dispel the deadly atmosphere on the battlefield.

The booming of the cannons went on, but it seemed to be losing strength.

With each warship sinking, the sound of gunfire grew weaker.

Watching as the fleet fell prey one by one, and yet unable to locate the enemy, Moses could no longer remain passive.

A voice within reminded him continuously:

“We cannot just sit here and wait for death!”

“We cannot just sit here and wait for death!”

…

Finding no point in killing more Ghosts without locating the Ghost Ship itself.

Take the Ghost King currently on the flagship as an example, it had been eliminated twice on the flagship, but it was still as lively as ever.

Its strength had indeed diminished from the initial encounter, but this reduction was hardly significant.

In contrast, the permanent loss of the two Eighth Order Strongmen from the flagship had a far greater impact.

The Ghosts could revive and, with a horde of minor Ghosts, could choose to die together in a desperate attack, but the strongmen on the warship were truly dead once killed.

Looking at the current situation, if they didn’t find the Ghost Ship’s actual body and deal a heavy blow to the enemy, the fleet simply wouldn’t last until dawn.

Knowing was one thing, but figuring out how to escape the predicament was another.

The turmoil within his heart directly affected his command.

In reality, the battle had devolved to the point where it didn’t matter whether there was a Commander or not.

The entire battlefield was in complete disarray, with no formation to speak of anymore.

Affected by the waves, the Magic Crystal Cannons had caused friendly fire incidents more than once.

However, they dared not cease firing, as it was the last emotional support for the soldiers.

“Signal the order, all units break out in a scattered formation!”

After struggling valiantly, Moses reluctantly gave the order.

Save one warship if possible, staying in place would only result in a gradual annihilation by the enemy.

Without locating the Ghost Ship, it was impossible to launch a counterattack.

It wasn’t that he was incompetent; it was the enemy that was too cunning.

Whose Ghost Ship goes marauding with the Ghosts in sight but the ship nowhere to be found?

Nearby officers wanted to persuade him otherwise, but ultimately, they remained silent.

By issuing this command, when the blame is assigned in the future, Moses was certain to be in trouble.

But if they did not scatter and break out, they wouldn’t survive the night, so what future would there be to speak of?

…

Up in the clouds, an observer, a Dragon and a Bear, currently protected by a Magic Shield, continued to provide commentary on the battle below.