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Chapter 913 - 913 96 Annihilation - The Aftermath_4

913: Chapter 96: Annihilation – The Aftermath_4 913: Chapter 96: Annihilation – The Aftermath_4 “Commander, our supplies are running low, we need to find our way home as soon as possible.

Moreover, the fleet is waiting for our rescue.

We’ve wasted too much time here, and it won’t be good if we can’t account for the heavy losses suffered by the fleet.”

No sooner had the white-haired Priest finished speaking than the elder in the black robe objected:

“It was not easy to find Poison Dragon Island, and we shouldn’t give it up so easily.

According to the intelligence we’ve gathered, the Divine Artifact might have been taken to Poison Dragon Island by those traitors.

We can’t go back without investigating fully!”

Both parties had solid reasons, and Hamodi’s head was in a fog.

After hesitating for a while, he gave the order:

“Explore the island for two days, and regardless of whether we find anything or not, we must return to regroup.”

…

Hudson too was secretly complaining, as he had been delayed for such a long time and there were a myriad of matters waiting for him in the military.

But if he were to give up this chance to weaken the Clergy, Hudson wouldn’t be content.

If this group of elites were annihilated, the Clergy’s overt high-end force would be reduced by at least a tenth.

“You all wait outside; I’ll go in to check the situation first.”

No sooner had Hudson finished speaking than the crowd hurriedly tried to stop him: “Marshal, the Sea of Mist is too perilous.

Perhaps…”

It was evident that they truly cared for him.

In the current situation of the Alpha Kingdom, they couldn’t afford to be without him, the Military Commander.

Until the conclusion of the wars on the Continent, Hudson was the Kingdom’s most precious treasure.

Should anything untoward happen, it would be difficult to find a replacement in short order, and for all the major powers of the Kingdom, it would be a disaster.

“No need to worry, the expanse of this marine area isn’t too vast.

Even if we lose our bearings, we could choose any direction and fly out.” Hudson calmly stated.

But to everyone else, these words sounded like unabashed bravado.

To the Giant Dragon, the area of the Sea of Mist, spanning hundreds of thousands of square kilometers, might not seem large, yet for the Human Race, it was fraught with potential danger at any moment.

With a Dragon Chant Breaking Through the Sky, Hudson once again delved deep into the Misty Marine Region.

The thick fog obscured his vision, but it did not hinder that of the Giant Dragon, and Maxim, familiar with the way, navigated through the marine area swiftly, soon locating Poison Dragon Island.

“There are three warships below, likely of the Church.

Should we destroy them?”

Upon hearing Belsden’s voice transmission, Hudson almost doubted his own ears.

They had moored their ships at Poison Dragon Island again.

Could it be that this location was at odds with the Clergy’s attributes?

He had been worrying about how to eradicate these people, but now there was no need to think that much.

If he destroyed these few ships, the probability of those on the island leaving alive would be virtually zero.

“Belsden, investigate first whether the elites have left the ships, and only take action if there is no danger.

Alert the Ghost Ship to come; they need to take the blame for this matter,” Hudson said cautiously.

Facing the oldest Human Race top power with a rich heritage, no one knew how many hidden methods the Clergy had.

For example, the exclusive Great Prophecy Technique of the Pope.

This time’s incident was significant enough for them to use special methods.

Theoretically, the Pope shouldn’t be able to peer into the destiny lines of Sanctuary Powerhouses, but who could guarantee they didn’t possess magic that could rewind time?

If he kept a low profile, even if they reconstructed the battlefield, they couldn’t trace it back to Master Hudson.

As for more precise predictions, not to brag, but the Divine Artifact in his possession wasn’t for show either.

Without using it, merely having it on his person was enough to jumble destiny lines.

If not, the Clergy wouldn’t still be failing to find their own Divine Artifact.

…

In the Jade Palace, Caesar IV, having received good news, finally revealed a smile that had long been absent.

The Kingdom hadn’t even acted, and the Clergy had played themselves to death, which felt like something out of a Mythical Story.

The reports from the coastal Major Nobles were all consistent.

The consensus on the total annihilation of the Church Fleet was that—the Clergy’s Commander was too foolish.

The matter of piling on when they were already down was tacitly unmentioned by everyone.

It was all the work of Pirates; it had nothing to do with the Kingdom’s Army.

The most that could be said about the Kingdom was that they hadn’t rescued in time.

But that couldn’t be said out loud—who knew that even the mighty Church Fleet could be totally wiped out?

“To know that Magic Crystal Cannons are ineffective within the Sea of Mist and to still dare to lead the fleet in.

It seems the Clergy has truly declined, and any Tom, Dick or Harry can hold high positions!” Caesar IV couldn’t help but exclaim.

If the Clergy’s upper echelons were all of this caliber, then there was no need for worry.

Without any action from the Kingdom, they would eventually self-destruct.

Deep down, the idea of establishing a separate Clergy grew stronger in Caesar IV.

“Your Majesty, the complete destruction of the Church Fleet isn’t likely to be the end of it.

The Holy Mountain crowd may already be driven mad by now.

If they can’t find the culprit, who knows what they might do.

Since we’re not responsible, there’s no need for us to attract enmity.

We’d best discreetly circulate the information we have, letting them settle scores with the Ghost Ship.”

Count Francis said with schadenfreude.

The outcome was indeed too perfect.

The things the Kingdom wanted to do but lacked the power for had somehow become reality.

If the Ghost Ship wasn’t also an opposing force, he would have liked to award them a medal.

“Indeed!

Find an opportunity to release the news, letting the whole Continent know that the Clergy’s high-ranking members are a bunch of nepotistic fools.

But while the threat of the Clergy is gone, the pressure on our coastline has increased.

The existence of the Ghost Ship is also a threat to the Kingdom.

If they keep hiding in the Sea of Mist, it’s fine, but if they start being active in the outside world, it’s going to be a big problem.

That’s a dreadful existence that could obliterate the Church Fleet!” Caesar IV said with mixed feelings.

It wasn’t that he was concerned about the losses of the coastal Nobles.

Mainly, it was that in the upcoming wars, the Kingdom would greatly rely on the fish supply from the coastal provinces.