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Chapter 909 - 909 95 The Fleet's Annihilation_3

909: Chapter 95: The Fleet’s Annihilation_3 909: Chapter 95: The Fleet’s Annihilation_3 Even without having dinner, Hudson had forgotten all about it.

Dinner could be eaten at any time, but such an exhilarating battle was not an everyday occurrence.

“Not good, the enemy is getting away!”

Seeing the warships constantly breaking away from their original positions, Hudson immediately realized something was amiss.

It was just that the number of Church Fleet’s ships was too many, and even after several hours of battle, there were still quite a few warships on the sea.

Staying in place to fight would slowly deplete the enemy, grinding them down in this marine region.

Now that the enemies were scattering to escape, even if Hudson personally joined in, it was impossible to keep all of them back.

After a brief moment of thought, Hudson immediately gave the order, “Order the Ghost King not to bother with those smaller warships, first keep the enemy’s main vessels.”

Belsden, you are responsive enough, secretly find opportunities to assist the ghosts, but remember not to reveal your identity.”

Not letting Maxim take action was partly because he needed the Giant Dragon to protect himself and partly because he did not trust him fully.

When it came to the craft of surprise attacks, Belsden was a professional, while Maxim had only just started.

If he got carried away, Hudson could not guarantee that his Stupid Dragon could control the Giant Dragon’s flamboyant nature.

Unable to ensure the total elimination of the enemy, if his identity were exposed, it would be like setting fire to himself.

The Kingdom could indeed withstand the thunder, but the premise was not to pull the hatred too deep.

What if he angered someone, and during his expedition, the Church struck his nest?

In the previous series of conflicts, Hudson had indeed offended the Church, but it was not a matter of life and death.

The initial ambush on the Church Cavaliers was due to being unaware, plus acting under orders.

The Kingdom directly took over the firepower, and they did not hold him, a minor Baron, accountable.

In the subsequent trade of the “Blood Moon Horn,” although there was a hint of extortion, the Evil Tool itself was worth the price.

Moreover, he had used the guise of a Necromancer Grand Magician.

The Church probably still can’t figure out whether the trade was made with the Necromancer Grand Magician or with him as the Lord.

The conflicts thereafter were just verbal disputes.

Hudson was representing the Alpha Kingdom, not himself against the Church.

This time was different, nearly all three of the Church’s main fleets were wiped out by him.

Such intense hatred, who could tolerate it?

All the rules of engagement are built on not touching the opponent’s bottom line.

This time it was not just the bottom line; it was tantamount to exposing their very foundation.

If the three main fleets were completely lost here, the Church’s naval power would be reduced by at least seventy percent.

Not to mention reaching out to others as they do now, even maintaining the security of their own marine area would be difficult.

It can be said without any politeness that, at least in the next five years, the marine area of the Alpha Kingdom will no longer see the Church’s warships.

Even if they wanted to retaliate against the Kingdom, they could not come from the sea.

The remaining naval powers of the Church on paper were already not a match for the total naval power of the families in the Kingdom.

Whether for Hudson or the major Nobles along the southeastern coast, this was immensely beneficial.

If they cannot come by sea, the forces coming by land could individually retaliate against a single Major Noble, but if it targeted the entire Kingdom, it would merely be giving their heads away.

The countries along the way were not easy to deal with either.

If the forces deployed by the Church were too large, they could not hide from the eyes of these local powerhouses.

Even if it’s not convenient to directly sabotage them, passing the message to the Alpha Kingdom as a favor is still possible.

In a sense, this battle secured the Kingdom’s maritime strategic safety for the next five to ten years.

In a moment, the Church Fleet had already scattered in escape.

Hudson could no longer pay attention to the smaller warships, his eyes only set on the enemy’s main vessels.

Especially that flagship, which was his key focus.

The first stop for Belsden, who had descended from the dragon’s back, was right on that flagship.

Only, influenced by “Goway,” the Earth Bear at the moment had shrunk to the size of a flea, hardly noticeable if one was not paying attention.

At this moment, venomous worms were everywhere on the ship, blending in so they were hardly noticeable.

Yet, it was this inconspicuous little creature that directly knocked an eighth-order magician into the sea.

With a good start, the subsequent battle saw continuous casualties, either completely knocked flying or having parts of their bodies damaged.

The confused fighting left everyone on the ship puzzled.

All they could hear were the wails of their comrades, completely unaware of what was happening.

Moses, serving as the commander, was the first to sense something amiss.

He had just shouted, “There are still enemies on the ship,” when his head suddenly flew off.

Before the crew could react, the warship began to sink swiftly.

In the blink of an eye, Belsden had located the core of the magic formation and struck it with a slap, not only destroying the formation but also blowing a huge hole in the ship’s hull.

Immediately after, numerous large holes appeared.

Without the protection of the magic formation, the ship, which was but a collection of sturdy timbers, was easily sunk by the residual waves of battle, let alone by a Sanctuary Bear making holes.

Having learned from successful experiences, in order to reduce the chance of exposure, Belsden no longer attacked people.

Every time he snuck onto a warship, he just found the operating core of the magic formation, destroyed it, and then immediately disappeared.

Even if safeguarded by strongmen, nothing could stop a Sanctuary Bear focused on stealth attacks.

With a single strike, seawater immediately poured in, and repairs were too late to commence.

Seeing warships sink one after another, Hudson gradually understood what was happening and turned to his own dragon to ask, “Did you learn anything, Maxim?”

Maxim, who was enjoying the spectacle, had not expected Hudson to suddenly speak to him.

He shook his dragon head, his mind filled with a string of greetings.

“Did you learn anything?”

“What should I learn?”

After a moment of hesitation, he said disdainfully, “What’s there to learn?

It’s just sinking a few broken ships.

If it were me down there, I’d do an even better job!

Hudson, don’t forget Belsden is a terrestrial creature.

In the sea, I could beat such a bear with two of its kind.

Unlike us from the Dragon Race, we are kings wherever we go!

If it weren’t for giving you face, I would have already taught him a lesson.

He dares to mess with Lord Dragon every day…”

The off-topic rant forced Hudson to intervene.

The thought processes of humans and dragons were ultimately different.

He wanted to keep it a secret to avoid retaliation from the Church.

But Maxim couldn’t wait for the whole world to know, just to show off his fame.

Luckily, he had played it safe earlier.

If he had let Maxim take action, the situation would likely be uncontrollable by now.

If they were to expose their identities, they would have no choice but to initiate the backup plan, leading the fleets of the major nobles along the coast to encircle and annihilate the remaining Church fleets.

As the leader, he was bound to attract the most hatred, but having a group of allies to share the hatred could relieve some of the pressure.

…

The weather gradually brightened, the blood had already dispersed, the fish and shrimp in the sea had divided up the last remnants, and the ocean surface slowly returned to calm.

The sunlight once again spilled down, reflecting off the surging waves like pearls flying out.

Only the wood splinters floating on the sea surface spoke of the brutality of last night’s battle.

Looking out across the waves, one could occasionally see survivors clinging to planks, struggling in their final battle with the ocean.

Not offering a helping hand nor striking when they were down, Hudson chose to be an observer while he still remained unrecognized.

The Ghost Ship was still conducting its final hunt, but that was no longer his focus.

Having wiped out the main warships of the Church’s Top Three Fleets, those that remained were inconsequential.

The Church group that penetrated the Misty Marine Region hadn’t yet been annihilated, so this war couldn’t be called completely successful.

But such matters couldn’t be rushed; without a suitable opportunity for battle, Hudson was content to wait indefinitely.