Chapter 459: I Want to Release a Big One, Let Everyone Rest Easy

Georgia Hadrian floated serenely in the air, his gaze fixed on the eight warships for a long time without making any moves.

He was uncertain how many Saint-rank warriors Charlot Mecklenburg’s fleet concealed. However, one legendary warship combined with seven magical alchemical ships presented a formidable defense. Even this rising military god of the Old Continent had no certainty of breaking through such a fleet.

When Georgia Hadrian learned that Charlot’s fleet was pursuing him, he decisively turned his own fleet of magical alchemical warships around, intending to engage Charlot in a decisive naval battle.

He brought almost every ship from the Black Phoenix Dynasty’s naval arsenal—fifteen magical alchemical warships in total. Despite their superior strength compared to Charlot’s fleet, these fifteen vessels represented the last reserves of the Black Phoenix Dynasty. Georgia Hadrian could not afford to lose them in a direct exchange.

Without these ships, the Black Phoenix forces would struggle to survive upon reaching the New Continent, a land already ravaged by the chaotic wars of foreign gods, where heaven and earth were shattering in the conflict.

Georgia Hadrian pondered silently:

“I must find a way to divide their fleet. If I can lure one or two ships away and capture them with overwhelming force, not only will our power remain intact, but it will also grow stronger.”

But how could he achieve that?

He thought of seven or eight different strategies, none of which inspired confidence. With a frown, he muttered internally:

“Perhaps I should revisit Annie Mecklenburg’s novels. Her plots are always wildly imaginative and seemingly implausible, yet they work astonishingly well. If not for her writings, I wouldn’t have learned the strategy of burning bridges behind me to launch separate assaults on the Four-Nation Alliance—and succeeded.”

As he pondered, his thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sight of an insect cloud rising into the sky, causing his expression to change slightly.

As a peak Saint-rank warrior, Georgia Hadrian instantly sensed the power of this cloud of insects—it was on par with his own.

When the insect cloud dispersed, he prepared to return to his fleet. However, he noticed humanoid monsters that had previously been loitering along the cliffs suddenly receive some sort of signal. They turned and sprinted madly, vanishing into the dense forest of the island.

These sinister demons, as they ran, would burrow abruptly into the ground, disappearing without a trace. What had once been a mountain filled with strange creatures quickly became eerily desolate, as if they had never been there.

After witnessing two kinds of bizarre creatures in quick succession, Georgia Hadrian grew cautious. He thought to himself:

“This island harbors not only a mysterious force that rejects Transcendents above the Saint rank but also an array of strange phenomena. Could it be the lair of some evil god? Or perhaps a forbidden secret land?”

His fleet had docked on the far side of Solomon Island. While he explored alone, all he saw was Charlot Mecklenburg’s ships. He did not catch sight of Charlot himself or his allies—Argon, Gareth, and Andreas. The sacred tree of Gomodoro obscured his perception, leaving him unaware that Charlot was not on the ships but on the island itself.

If Georgia Hadrian had known this, he would have taken any risk necessary to eliminate Charlot immediately.

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Unbeknownst to him, Charlot was also unaware of the looming danger.

Charlot had thought he had escaped the main shipping lanes and never expected Georgia Hadrian to pursue him so doggedly. While Charlot had armed the Blue Sky Tribe with weapons and imparted them with rare secrets, he had garnered their goodwill. Members of the tribe constantly sought his guidance on cultivating techniques for Beast God Transformation.

Even Andreas joined the lessons, earnestly teaching the tribe’s blue-skinned giants the secrets of transformation magic. Only a select few, including Charlot, knew that Andreas had never actually practiced the technique himself.

Despite their intimidating forms, few of the blue-skinned giants could fully transform into human shapes. However, when they did, they resembled breathtakingly beautiful figures from some ethereal illustration, their appearances almost too perfect to exist. Even Charlot, accustomed to Earth’s overwhelming aesthetic saturation, found it hard to bear. Andreas fared even worse.

Argon the elephant man and Gareth, however, were unaffected.

Gareth’s shattered soul had left his aesthetic sense in ruins. Argon, on the other hand, had a penchant for muscular, violent women, his taste differing significantly from other beastfolk.

Seeing Andreas engrossed in his teaching, Charlot gradually delegated the task of education to the young man. Charlot himself approached the ancient Gomodoro Tree, reaching out to touch its divine bark and initiating a telepathic exchange.

Through this connection, Charlot discerned that the tree was not benevolent but instead resembled a prisoner, confined for a thousand years, indifferent to life and death, and even longing for release. It did not care about being cut down or used to construct a legendary warship.

A sudden thought struck Charlot. He turned to Singelina, the tribe’s mature and regal chieftain, who had transformed into a breathtakingly elegant beauty, and said:

“I’m going to release something big. Tell everyone there’s no need to worry.”

Singelina smiled faintly, her demeanor exuding charm. The chieftain of the Blue Sky Tribe replied:

“We face danger every day. We’re not so easily frightened.”

Charlot removed a golden ring and placed it on the ground. A massive warship appeared out of thin air!

Singelina, despite her earlier claim of fearlessness, couldn’t suppress a startled gasp. She raised her hand to cover her mouth in astonishment.

Ignoring her reaction, Charlot pressed both hands against the Gomodoro Tree and conveyed his thoughts:

“Can you merge with the Radiant Holy Kingdom without being felled? I don’t want to cut you down. Can you integrate with the ship and preserve your life?”

Over and over, he sent the same message. Soon, radiant plumes of light erupted from the tree, streaming into the Radiant Holy Kingdom. A small tree sprouted in the center of the ship’s magical array, growing rapidly.

As the sapling expanded, the original Gomodoro Tree withered, its roots severed from the earth. Within moments, the ship bore a towering, ancient tree identical to the Gomodoro Tree.

All that remained on the island was a withered stump.

Charlot collected the stump and addressed the awestruck blue giants:

“The Gomodoro Tree no longer shelters this place. It’s not safe here. Please relocate to the Radiant Holy Kingdom. I will honor my promise and take you away.”

Singelina’s face lit up with unrestrained joy. She shouted:

“Everyone, board the ship! We can finally leave Solomon Island!”

A group of excited young tribe members rushed onto the Radiant Holy Kingdom, marveling at the ship’s labyrinthine guardians. These beastly protectors, crafted into intricate defensive mechanisms, fascinated the children, who darted curiously around them.

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