Chapter 706 - 391: Submission and Destruction

It all felt like a dream, incredibly unreal.

Only the indifferent voice from beside her brought her back to her senses.

"Sharo, gather the Secret Society members and prepare to take over the Natural Church’s territory."

Rogel pronounced the Natural Church’s death sentence.

If the Kizi God still had a reason to be subdued, then the Natural Church had no reason to exist.

It was once enslaved by the Mother Goddess but became obsessed with expanding its faith through warfare after the Mother Goddess fell asleep, turning a blind eye to Kizi God and its allies’ attacks on the Mother Goddess and even stabbing it from behind.

Such a character is either extremely foolish or a die-hard loyalist of the Mother Goddess.

Either way, it’s necessary to eliminate it to prevent future problems.

"...Yes!"

Sharo steadied herself, took a deep breath, and responded.

Rogel’s figure began to dissipate into black mist.

Finally, he returned to his room again.

He raised his hand, gently brushing it before his eyes.

As black ripples surged in the air, a map of the Sea of Confession appeared before him.

Skipping over the Secret Society and the Land of the Mother Goddess, Rogel’s gaze slowly fell on the northern part of the Sea of Confession.

It was the Lopaman Empire ruled by the Extreme Night Stars.

...

The Black Tide Secret Society acted very quickly.

Under Rogel’s order, the entire region within the Black Tide Secret Society mobilized at a rapid pace.

New steam ironclad ships were docked at the port, with high-temperature boilers burning fiercely, full of power.

The armor worn by the Black Tide Knights became more exquisite and sturdy, and their greatswords sharper.

The Black Tide Believers polished the Demon-Engraving Firearms in their hands until they shone, with bottles of magic potions hanging from their waists, still warm.

The people at the port watched this rare scene with either amazement or concern.

"It’s so sudden, suddenly starting a war..."

"I heard this time, they’re going to war with the Natural Church. That’s good; those arrogant folks will finally get a lesson!"

"I wonder if these new steam ironclad ships will perform as expected on the battlefield..."

"Sigh, let’s hope these kids all come back safely..."

Swoosh——

Amidst the voices of concern or cheer from the islanders, the Black Tide Secret Society’s flag flew high.

Rogel stood at the bow of the largest ironclad ship, issuing an order, his voice wrapped in mysterious power, instantly reaching every corner of the fleet.

"Set off."

Woo——

With Rogel’s command.

A massive fleet of nearly a hundred steam ironclad ships made a deep sound, as high-temperature steam rose and power surged, advancing mightily toward the sea where the Natural Church was located.

...

Scott Port.

Vic watched the massive fleet go, clicking his tongue in wonder and admiration.

"This is truly spectacular..."

After marveling, he turned to Fernar beside him.

"Fernar, are you really not going to join the war?"

"Compared to this, going with me to the border fog seems more dangerous."

To Vic’s confusion, Fernar shook his head slightly.

"Going with you is my task."

Though he wanted to join the war, he had not yet completed the task Rogel assigned him, and Fernar liked to see things through to the end.

"Besides, I also want to see how great the Varesa Dynasty you’ve described really is."

At this, Fernar couldn’t help but smile.

"You won’t be disappointed," Vic replied with a smile, then added, "Of course, that’s provided we find it alive..."

On the railing, the black cat ignored their conversation and stretched leisurely.

...

Caught off-guard by the Black Tide Secret Society’s sudden attack, the Natural Church was not foolish.

Upon learning the news, they were shocked and angry. They quickly gathered a fleet to intercept the Black Tide Secret Society’s massive fleet.

"This Black Tide Secret Society is getting too cocky. A newly established church for barely a few years dares to wage war against us!"

"I suggest we immediately launch a swift attack and wipe out these invaders, to show these ants what lightning fury means!"

On the main ship, the high-ranking members of the Natural Church argued incessantly in the discussion cabin.

They, as always, were belligerent, trying to take the initiative to quickly annihilate the enemy to restore the grandeur of the Natural Church. This had been their consistent style.

However, the leading Archbishop remained very calm this time.

"The Black Tide Secret Society is strong, also possessing two high-tier beings, their strength not inferior even to His Holiness the Pope..."

"Do not act rashly!"

He stopped the increasingly intense arguments, making a decision on how to fight this war.

It wasn’t that he had changed his ways.

Rather, it was the common consensus among the upper echelons of the Natural Church that the Black Tide Secret Society had two demigods.

This made them weigh their options before acting.

The others, hearing this, also calmed down.

Strength is the best coolant.

Their aggressiveness and brutality usually targeted the weak.

Towards the strong, they acted relatively calmly.

"It must be because of the sky fissure that the Black Tide Secret Society’s god has gone mad!"

"This heresy of unknown origin must have foreseen its own doom!"

Some began to speculate on the reasons behind the Black Tide Secret Society’s sudden declaration of war, believing it was inextricably linked to the sudden anomaly in the sky.

Hearing their words.

The Archbishop was about to speak.

When a loud cannon shot sounded from the distance, followed closely by the urgent whistling of cannonballs.

This caused his expression to change drastically.

...

Boom boom boom!

The cannon fire roared, smoke filled the air.

The giant ships in the fleet continuously unleashed their powerful firepower, with the fired shells wreaking havoc, creating huge splashes of water.

Among them were also "Engraving Demon" shells, producing various special effects as they fell.

There were raging flames, molten lava, and poisonous gas, or piercing screeches, causing the believers of the Natural Church untold suffering, filling the ships with wails.

"Damn it! Stop firing, Natural Attendants, charge and slaughter these heretics!"

Seeing the situation turning unfavorable, the Archbishop was furious and ordered loudly, sending out the ship’s elites, attempting to change the unfavorable state of the war.

To this, Rogel at the bow silently watched.

"After the war, use this island as a base and take over the other islands."

Rogel turned slightly, speaking to the man beside him.

Doyle nodded slightly.

After giving the instructions here.

Rogel closed his eyes, his form turning into a mass of pitch-black fog, instantly dissipating at the bow.

Doyle looked at the group of Natural Attendants flying in the air, his expression calm.

The next second, immense pressure burst from him, surging forward!

...

Green Heart Divine Hall.

This divine hall, situated atop a massive green plant, was filled with a solemn, oppressive atmosphere.

Unlike the mid-level church members clamoring to deal the Black Tide Secret Society a painful lesson.

The Natural Church’s Pope stood beneath the Green Heart Statue carved from wood, his face filled with solemnity.

"The Black Tide Secret Society has its backing."

"If necessary, some compromises can be made."

The Green Heart God’s voice sounded somewhat immature, like a child about ten years old.

His tone was filled with a sense of helplessness and annoyance.

Clearly, He wasn’t optimistic about the war’s outcome.

However, He also didn’t believe the Natural Church would necessarily perish.

Hearing the Green Heart God’s words, the Pope remained silent for a moment, then said, "Have you not already gained more powerful strength..."

"Useless!"

The Green Heart God interrupted him abruptly, feeling irritable.

"In any case, end this war quickly."

He issued the final directive.

The Pope remained silent.

After a moment, just as he was about to respond, he suddenly felt a strong hand placed on his shoulder.

"The war can end now."

Holding the Pope’s shoulder, Rogel gazed at the Green Heart Statue in front, his eyes incredibly calm.