My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 748 - 432: Finding a Turtle in the Ocean_4

Chapter 748: Chapter 432: Finding a Turtle in the Ocean_4

Everyone from the Wood Dynasty changed their expressions and couldn’t help saying, "The strength of the Sangdao people has increased so much!"

The six giant ships were clearly of Sangdao style, with excellent equipment. As a secret intelligence organization, the Horizon Bureau had a clear understanding of the Wood Dynasty’s current strength. For example, after comparing this fleet with the Wood Dynasty’s navy stationed in Megge Port, Jone drew a depressing conclusion: their navy was no match.

From an objective perspective, this Sangdao fleet could easily defeat the Navy stationed at Megge Port. With the Navy’s old and damaged ships, it would be difficult to even injure the six giant ships.

The Wood Dynasty’s other naval divisions were pretty much of similar standards. Only the Imperial Water Division might be stronger, but whether they could compete with this Sangdao fleet was something that everyone was uncertain about.

Moreover, these Sangdao giant ships were sea ships, while the Imperial Water Division’s ships were river ships, which were at a natural disadvantage once they entered the ocean.

They secretly observed for a while, and Jone suddenly said, "These Sangdao people seem to have a clear objective." Their sailing route was fixed, unlike the Celestial Warship, which was searching everywhere.

"Follow them," Owen Bertram ordered. Maybe they could locate the Giant Turtle and take advantage of the situation, like an Oriole.

Owen Bertram then went back to his cabin alone, lay on the bed, and closed his eyes as if to rest.

...

Hidden deep in the sea, Little Loach slowly opened its eyes, and Owen Bertram possessed its body. Elder Brother discovered that Little Loach had grown a lot, possessing the power to overturn rivers and oceans. With a gentle flick of its tail, it darted dozens of miles in the water.

Without much effort, he found the Sangdao fleet, quietly approached, and suddenly noticed that there were three layers of secret Arrays surrounding the six giant ships in the seawater. The Arrays were mysterious, enveloping the warships like transparent jellyfish. If anything underwater wanted to approach, it would trigger the Arrays and alert the warships.

Little Loach gently spewed out a stream, and two pale golden Whiskers reached out like little hands, piercing through the three layers of Arrays without alarming anyone from Sangdao.

The Sangdao fleet formed a unique formation: the flagship in the center, four warships guarding around it, and another one leading the way.

The pale golden Whiskers extended along the hull of the flagship, and their color began to change, blending with the hull. The Martial Cultivators standing on the decks of the four warships around failed to notice anything.

In the highest cabin of the flagship, a fully-armored General with an iron mask knelt. His hands rested on his thighs, always in a posture that he might pounce like a fierce tiger. Facing the only window in the cabin, there was a touch of regret in the eyes behind his iron mask.

After a while, he slowly spoke, his voice like iron sand rolling in a furnace: "The ocean of the Wood Dynasty is too gentle. There’s no fun without wind or rain, unlike my hometown - where giant waves, strong winds, and heavy rain intertwined all the time, that’s a real man’s ocean!"

Behind him, four powerful Martial Cultivators stood, only able to nod in agreement, but none dared to ask: where is the General’s hometown?

The "Fierce Ghost General" in front of them had appeared by the side of the National Master forty years ago, loyally serving as a bodyguard for ten years. The National Master’s words were like his destiny, and he never questioned them. He just executed them immediately. He didn’t even speak for ten years, and outsiders always thought he was a mute.

Later, there was a rebellion on White Island in southwestern Sangdao, and no one could be used in the country. The National Master recommended him as commander. When he went to White Island, he proved to be brave and resourceful, and he quelled the rebellion in just a few days. But, after that, he captured five thousand civilians and tied them to stakes along the road, using his blade to sever heads from afar! Often, hundreds of heads would fall with one swing. If one swing severed three or five more heads than the previous one, he would rejoice like a mischievous child, talking about breaking his own record!

In one day, he executed five thousand people, and it was said that the ghosts at the time were like thick smoke swirling around him. Since his name was unknown, from then on, they called him the "Fierce Ghost General.’

For thirty years now, he has been the most glorious and accomplished General in the country, and he has always maintained a "no mercy" record! As long as he took action, there would be no survivors amongst the enemies!

The most terrifying thing was that six years ago, when the Ogden defected, upon hearing that the National Master had sent the Fierce Ghost General to fight, the Ogden’s army collapsed, dispersed without fighting.

Over the years, the origins of the Fierce Ghost General had remained mysterious, and he always wore an iron mask, so no one knew his true face. As his reputation soared, no one dared to offend him, and he rarely had opportunities to take action. He was extremely eager for the sensation of "blades cutting into flesh," so he often made some nonsensical remarks that attracted some sycophants to echo.

His usual trick was to bring up his "hometown." Anyone who echoed his words or asked about it would be immediately cut in half with a single swing of his sword on the grounds of "peeking into the General’s secrets!"

"How much longer until we reach Rakshasa Sea?"

This time, someone behind him replied respectfully, "Three more days."

The Fierce Ghost General scratched his head irritably, "Faster! After this time, the Wood Dynasty will definitely fall into chaos, and we will be closer to the time when we land in the central mainland.

I really can’t wait anymore, wanting to put those ridiculous cultivators of the Wood Dynasty on wooden stakes and swing my blade, and see how many heads I can cut off?

I heard that the bones of the Wood Dynasty people are softer than the White Island natives. My current record on White Island is 517 heads cut off with a single swing. In recent years, my cultivation has advanced greatly, but unfortunately, there are not enough fools lined up to allow me to test my blade.

I am really looking forward to it, the Wood Dynasty..."