Chapter 453: The Transcendent’s Loss of Control

Viggo spoke gravely, “It’s the fleet of the Black Phoenix!”

Charlot Mecklenburg nodded and replied, “Georgia Hadrian must be just ahead.”

After Georgia Hadrian’s surprise attack on Black Phoenix City was repelled by Antonio, he chose to set sail. Countless Black Phoenix nobles followed, creating the spectacular sight of a thousand ships venturing into the sea.

The fleet ahead, with its massive size and the unmistakable crests of the Black Phoenix nobles, could only belong to Georgia Hadrian. This smaller fleet of nearly a hundred ships was clearly not his main force but a rear contingent lagging behind.

Charlot had no interest in defeating this fleet. He needed to reach the Aggras Sea and could not afford delays along the way.

Charlot said, “Our ships are fast. Let’s bypass this fleet and continue toward our designated destination.”

Viggo acknowledged the order, hurriedly using the alchemical communication device to relay instructions to the other seven alchemical warships. The fleet then accelerated.

As Charlot’s fleet passed far from the Black Phoenix fleet, Charlot could see countless Black Phoenix nobles standing on the decks, faces filled with despair. He couldn’t help but remark, “Viggo, go and tell them this: anyone who returns to Black Phoenix will be pardoned. They can retain their titles, lands, and former wealth.”

Although Charlot had no interest in naval battles, he was more than happy to cause trouble for Georgia Hadrian.

Viggo obediently flew over but was soon surrounded and viciously attacked by three Saint-rank combatants midair.

Charlot had to call upon Juno Arthur to intervene, who rescued Viggo. The sole Saint-rank of the South Seraph restorationists returned battered and bruised, grumbling, “They have no honor, ganging up on me three-to-one.”

“If not for Mr. Juno’s help, I might have perished above the Giant Whale Sea.”

Viggo sighed. During his time with the South Seraph restorationists, he had been a pillar of strength, rarely needing to act unless in dire straits. But since joining Charlot, he had become more like an expendable asset, no longer a decisive force even in routine battles.

Charlot comforted his loyal subordinate with a few kind words and said, “I acted in good faith, yet these remnants of Black Phoenix refuse to appreciate it.”

“When I return from the Aggras Sea, I’ll capture them all in one sweep.”

Charlot’s fleet, three times faster than the average Black Phoenix fleet, quickly left them behind.

On the third day, Charlot encountered another Black Phoenix fleet. This fleet was much larger and even boasted a significant number of Saint-rank combatants—seven in total. However, the moment Cresto ascended into the sky, the seven Saints dared not approach.

Cresto, at the 23rd rank, could withstand assaults from over a dozen Saints of the 19th or 20th rank and even kill them one by one. His presence alone was enough to deter the enemy.

By now, Charlot was certain that Georgia Hadrian was also heading for the New Continent.

Although the New Continent was currently in chaos due to battles among foreign gods, for these exiled nobles, it was still the best choice available.

Charlot had the fleet adjust their course slightly to avoid unnecessary battles. He also had another goal: to reach the mysterious coordinates and locate the final three artifacts needed to repair the Radiant Holy Kingdom.

Initially, Charlot had been apprehensive, but as they neared the coordinates, he felt it was pointless to keep hiding the truth. He sought out his teacher, Juno Arthur, once more.

Juno, accustomed to Charlot’s frequent visits for advice, was not surprised by his arrival. Noticing Charlot’s uneasy expression, Juno chuckled and asked, “What’s bothering you this time? Something you haven’t told me?”

Charlot exhaled in relief and replied, “There is indeed something I didn’t dare to share with you before.”

Juno waved his hand, and a beautiful blood thrall brought them coffee. During this voyage, Juno had brought along his entire team, including over ten blood thralls of various types—some combat-oriented, others for... other uses.

Charlot chose not to dwell on the multifaceted purposes of his teacher’s blood thralls.

Taking a sip of coffee, Charlot said, “I once obtained a legendary warship.”

Juno responded nonchalantly, “The Queen Bee. I know.”

Charlot took a deep breath and corrected him, “Not the Queen Bee.”

Juno nearly spat out his coffee and asked incredulously, “You have another legendary warship?”

Charlot nodded. “I also have the Radiant Holy Kingdom.”

Juno was stunned. “That legendary warship disappeared ages ago!”

“It was part of the first great era of legendary warships. It’s said to have been constructed from...”

Realization dawned on Juno’s face. “It’s true, then? It was crafted from Eumibella’s divine remains?”

Charlot confirmed, “Yes.”

Juno said, “I want to see it.”

Charlot agreed, “Alright.”

Juno raised a finger. “No need for complications.”

With a single gaze from the most powerful vampire, Charlot fell unconscious and found himself in a dreamscape—an endless ocean.

Juno hovered in the air and instructed, “Summon the Radiant Holy Kingdom.”

Standing on the water, Charlot threw the golden ring. As it landed, the massive hull of the Radiant Holy Kingdom emerged from the sea.

Juno descended and placed his hand on the head of Eumibella, the divine entity bound to the warship. Eumibella opened her twisted, agonized eyes and let out a loud wail. A formless barrier prevented the sound from affecting Charlot.

Juno gazed at the divine being with a complicated expression, keeping his hand on her head. Hours passed—seven or eight—before he finally withdrew his hand. Eumibella appeared drained, as if much of her essence had been extracted.

Curious, Charlot asked, “Teacher, what just happened?”

Juno replied, “Have you heard of transcendents losing control?”

Charlot answered, “I have.”

Of course, Charlot had not only heard of it. He had personally summoned an evil god in his pursuit of transcendence, leading to his obliteration—a textbook case of transcendent loss of control.

Juno spoke calmly, “Human transcendent losses are relatively minor, with only a 30% failure rate. Many human cultivation manuals include methods to mitigate the risk, though the worst outcome is typically getting stuck at a bottleneck.”

“For vampires, transcendent losses occur more frequently...”

“But all of these pale compared to the leap from Saint to God.”

“To date, only nine individuals have fully succeeded.”

“They are the nine True Gods.”

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