Chapter 1359 - 639: Primate Housekeeper? I Could Replace Him_3

"I’ll gladly take these ghost ships."

On the aft deck, Prince Sorrenberg, clad in the Admiral’s uniform, clenched his fist mightily.

A chilling blue ghostly fire instantly spread throughout the ship, igniting every plank, every sail, every cannon...

Especially the figurehead of the Blue Dragon King beneath the fore jack, its eyes reflected ghostly flames.

When the North Sea Empire split, the Lancaster line received the giant dragon’s skull, creating a figurehead, lending the ship a highly mystical essence.

As a Fourth Order Ship-binding Spirit, Prince Sorrenberg was one with this ship, even growing a pair of blue dragon horns on his forehead.

Soon, the fiercely burning ghostly fire exposed the true form of the ghost ship, a massive spectral image of a dragon with wings enveloped the entire warship, transforming it into a ship-like dragon.

It intercepted the lead vessel of the opposing side, with cannon fire roaring from the broadside.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!...

Behind him, Activated Byron, Whale Hunter Jack Harold with his activated knowledge, Disease Girl Alice, Little Mermaid Heather, Black Sea Pearl Evelyn surged forward, beginning the onslaught against the church’s Fifth Order higher-ups.

Beside them, the Legendary Warship Golden Deer led eleven heavy cruisers out of the World Rift.

Bruh, Eight Fingers, Gus, Alfred, and other members of The King’s Right Hand sat on each warship, equipped with Bayfolk Deity Masks, encircling and annihilating the Deep Sea Clan.

"Don’t damage our own ships, board them, jump over!"

"Bring out our Trench Broom and open fire!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Resting on their laurels, they extinguished the Deep Dive Church, severely depleted from successive battles, without any prospect of failure.

An organized ghost ship was not inferior to any Miracle Battleship. Blame those clans for being extremely wealthy and declining too quickly. Who else to rob but them?

On the other side, the Night Demon faction’s escape was much more favorable.

Among the four Fifth Order Pseudo-God Night Demon higher-ups—Thorny Duke Vlad III, Iron-blood Knight Ganggro, Corrosive Blood Holy Scar Mikavian, Ghoul Lord Hannibal—one, Vlad III, was lost.

No one expected an enemy to infiltrate the ranks and even take down their own Mother Goddess with a single strike.

No one dared to turn back for revenge, under the lead of the Night Demon Kingdom’s highest prestige, the Archbishop Iron-blood Knight Ganggro, all broke through.

Currently, three Night Demon Pseudo-Gods are stationed at headquarters. As long as they bring this group back, the Night Demon Kingdom will not decline.

Byron dispatched only two fleets, all to encircle the Deep Dive Church. Ultimately, only one stood in the way of the Night Demons.

Though appearing young, his visage was stern, and his dark green, seaweed-length hair flowed down to his shoulders.

Standing at two and a half meters, he was even more robust than Eight Fingers, the largest among human officers.

Cloaked in a dark blue robe, a shimmering Miracle Object brooch pinned to his chest, he seemed like a graceful mage.

Of course, that’s if you ignore the exaggerated "magic wand" resembling a wolf fang club in his hand.

The figure stood tall before the Night Demon Fleet, water vapor beneath his feet churned as he exuded an air of unrivaled confidence.

Raising a hand, he pointed defiantly at the Flagship Twilight Church, shouting arrogantly:

"Iron-blood Knight Ganggro, Archbishop of Twilight Church, step forward.

If you can withstand one spell from me, Miracle Mage Saranthe, and survive, I’ll let you pass.

Otherwise, you’ll all stay here!"

Having successfully ascended to a Fifth Order Pseudo-God, Saranthe was imposing, full of ambition, seeing everyone as mere weaklings.

Previously, awakening the Secret Arcane Art Transform into Light made him realize he was not incapable of learning other spells.

Rather, the domineering nature of this Light of the Mind, similar to Holy Light, rejected any form of Black Sorcery.

Even after obtaining the Secret Arcane Art Transform into Light, he remained unable to use any spells, forced to merge with contract subjects in his Crystal Palace.

Serving as a bow-tied "magic wand" or "fairy wand," providing energy to Magic Girls, achieving far more than the simple additive effect.

With his Fourth Order Mythical Creature status, Saranthe triumphantly reversed into Fifth Order, successfully ascending, thanks to Cat God Bast’s guidance, feeling he was no longer the one-trick Flash Technique novice.

When his cousin Byron commanded the removal of Twilight Church’s Archbishop Ganggro to make way for Saint Joan, he immediately volunteered to block.

"You continue forward, I’m off to kill him."

Ganggro, clad in blood armor, his hair white as snow, having suffered losses in this battle, including the tragic fall of Mother Goddess Lilith, was already seething with rage. Seeing a nobody unexpectedly block his path, his murderous intent surged.

Ordering others to proceed, he himself transformed into a blood-infused light, charging at Saranthe, aiming for a swift end.

To him, a mere youngster with an unknown name, even having ascended to Fifth Order, couldn’t possibly compare to his over five-century seasoned Night Demon Monarch Pseudo-God status.

"Good presence!"

Seeing the person charging straight at him with murderous intent, Saranthe wasn’t frightened but joyful.

He tucked his usual wolf fang club into his belt and lifted his fist at Ganggro, initiating his Divine Skill·Miracle Punch: