Chapter 1338 - 528: God of Rebirth

The time since the steel ships last convened.

Half a month has passed.

The Flesh Nest on White Man Island seems to have also noticed a problem. The entire island has split a considerable amount of energy to forcibly accelerate its movement.

Clearly, those within the Flesh Nest do not have an effective response to Alka and their methods, focusing instead on their own affairs.

Every day, the distance covered on the ocean surface exceeds 10 meters.

Do not underestimate these mere 10 meters, moving one or two hundred meters away from the original point is enough.

This means that from now, with the entire island deviating from its original point, causing surrounding issues, less than 10 days are left.

However, these 10 days are more than sufficient.

Various intelligent creatures of the ocean, wielding their weapons, began to circle around the island.

Among them are quite a number of shark fishermen.

Pororo is also among them.

Since Pororo is the champion warrior of the Storm Church, the members of the Storm Church who came for support will follow his lead in combat.

An ocean intelligent species, with its elongated fish tail, brandishes a Scepter in hand.

The surrounding sea fish, under its control, swim in circles without approaching the island.

This significantly slows the Flesh Nest’s acquisition of flesh energy and food.

"Whoosh!"

A piercing whistling sound came from the sky.

Then, fireworks exploded.

This is the signal for the start.

Even the members of the Storm Church under the water heard this sound.

"Attack!"

Pororo shouted, the shattered Metal Armor on his body instantly fused to him, making him resemble a metallic sea monster.

The massive tail behind him transformed into something like a thruster, propelling him forward in a rush, leaving behind a trail of bubbles.

The surrounding members of the Storm Church immediately followed.

Soon, a spiral current formed around the island, cutting wildly beneath the water.

The suction from the currents firmly anchored the island in place.

The sky was thick with dark clouds.

One thunderbolt after another randomly struck below.

Visible in the sky, several thunder elements flitted about amid the thunder clouds, controlling lightning to continuously assault the Flesh Island.

The randomly falling lightning struck the flesh, creating various wounds, even charring nearby flesh to slow its healing capacity.

Occasionally, an unlucky strike would hit a critical spot, causing a spray of blood.

"Fire!"

A roar echoed from the ships.

One shell after another began barraging the island.

The ships formed a large circle, enclosing the island in the center.

Almost all available ships were mobilized, surrounding the entire island.

The earth-shattering sound of cannon fire reverberated over the sea surface.

These sounds transmitted into the water, causing the whole sea surface to tremble.

Countless thick tentacles spread from the flesh, swatting at the incoming shells and attempting to assault distant ships.

But the tentacles venturing into the water were cut short by the waiting members of the Storm Church beneath the waves.

And those flesh monsters in the water were no match for these ocean creatures.

Within half an hour of the action commencing.

The Flesh Island’s means of gathering were strictly curbed, even severed entirely, with no quick recourse for replenishing energy from the water.

A total of four ships circled the island slowly.

Each ship had a massive Array on its deck.

These four ships are the Steel Ship, the Sound of Dawn, the Rune Ship of the Curse Technique Council, and the Turtle Ship of the Storm Church.

The back of this turtle bore an immense Array inscribed and was conducting a ritual. The fascinating aspect of this Array is that no assistance was required.

Because the Array on the turtle’s back is orchestrated by this giant turtle itself.

These turtles are ancient beings handed down from antiquity.

They are considered devotees of the Sea God.

This turtle’s strength has reached the pinnacle of the Sixth Stage, a massive divine creature with an unknown lifespan.

Ancient in age and knowledge, coupled with its strength, it manages the Array single-handedly, easily.

As the ritual unfolded.

Greenish hue, tinged with a hint of blood red, energy began splitting into four streams, transmitted to the ships.

Energy was being frantically absorbed.

The Flesh Nest finally panicked.

Meanwhile.

Explosions echoed from various parts of the monster, one crater after another blasted from within.

Not every digestive pool was the work of Alka’s assault team; many previous covert operations had embedded bombs through various means.

Because Alka discovered one fact.

The flesh itself only possesses basic intelligence, akin to a very rudimentary AI.

And those flesh monsters completely lacked souls, mere puppets controlled by the Flesh Nest.