The Ocean Lord Is Unusually Powerful

723 One-sided Massacre

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“Damn it, our…”

Plas’s words were cut short as a stray bolt of red lightning shot straight towards him. He swallowed the rest of his sentence and quickly erected a golden shield.

The lightning veered like a cannonball hitting angled armor, bypassing Plas and striking several zealous believers nearby, leaving them stiff and smoking, sprawled on the ground.

As the shield dissipated, Plas’s expression darkened. He glared at the Ocean Crown’s army flying brazenly and attacking in the sky, angrily demanding, “Where are our aerial forces!?”

A senior disciple scrambled over, his face filled with despair. “Bishop, our aerial forces were overwhelmed by the enemy, they couldn’t even put up a fight!”

When the Ocean Crown army launched their assault, the Holy Light Sect’s Pegasus Knights and aerial mages took to the skies immediately. However, before they could form a defensive formation, a tsunami-like attack descended from above, crashing them into the sea.

Having scouted the Holy Light Sect’s strength from above the clouds, the Ocean Crown army naturally didn’t give the enemy a chance to counterattack. They struck first.

With air superiority lost, the sect’s ships became like floating targets on the sea, bombarded one after another by beams, lightning, and dragon fire.

In just a dozen minutes, thousands of zealous believers were killed, and over a dozen ships sunk. Panic-stricken believers floundered in the sea, thrashing wildly.

Some believers manned the anti-aircraft weapons on their ships, attempting to shoot down the Ocean Crown army soaring in the sky.

However, their weapons were the primary targets, and a mouthful of dragon fire would melt both man and machine.

Plas witnessed this scene with a mix of anger and deep puzzlement.

The sudden attackers were undoubtedly the forces of the Lord of Glory.

What puzzled him was how the Lord of Glory knew they were coming to raid his territory.

Could it be that their spy had been exposed?

But even so, the spy wouldn’t know their exact route and position. How did these forces accurately locate them in the vast ocean?

Plas was filled with questions, but there was no time to ponder. If they continued like this, the Holy Light Sect would likely be buried at the bottom of the sea, becoming food for whales and sharks.

“Holy Light Sect elites, attack and eliminate the enemy!”

With a command, over a dozen elite units of the Holy Light Sect soared into the air from various ships.

A rare-tiered priest hero in a robe cast levitation magic and flew into the sky. Waving his staff, he shot out golden ropes, binding several nearby sea crystal wyrms. The barbed ropes deeply pierced their bodies.

“Perish, you crawling creatures!”

He grinned ferociously, about to unleash brute force to kill the sea crystal wyrms. Suddenly, a dark shadow plummeted from the clouds, effortlessly slicing through the golden ropes like paper and freeing the bound wyrms.

Then, it veered towards him from an eerie angle.

The priest hero hastily waved his staff, shooting out a thick beam of golden light, attempting to stop the shadow from approaching. However, the shadow, undeterred, swiped its menacing claws, splitting the beam in two.

Swish—

The shadow flew past him in an instant, not looking back as it sought its next target. The priest hero froze, a thin red line slowly appearing on his neck. With a snap, his head detached from his body, falling from the sky into the sea.

Seeing the appearance of the Holy Light Sect’s high-level combatants, the heroes of the Ocean Crown heroes no longer concealed themselves. They rode various units out of the clouds, each seeking their slaughter targets.

Diago, Anina, Patheia… each was at least at the red-legacy tier, radiating majestic power.

The priests and deacons of the Holy Light Sect had never seen so many high- level heroes. Merely sensing their overwhelming presence made them feel oppressed, their limbs cold, and their courage faltering before the battle even began.

In this situation, the balance of the battle tilted heavily in favor of the Ocean Crown army. One by one, priests and deacons of the Holy Light Sect were mercilessly slaughtered, their blood staining the sky.

Though the Holy Light Sect had numerous warships and believers, they were helpless against the dense onslaught raining from above like droplets. They could only pray that the attacks wouldn’t land on their heads.

Finally, Bishop Plas couldn’t sit still any longer. He launched a desperate attack, unleashing the power of a legendary tier. Columns of water surged from both sides of the sea, and the tip of his staff erupted with dazzling light.

Thousands of golden arrows burst forth, leaping into the air and exploding violently. The intense shockwaves sent the Ocean Crown army reeling, and many who were directly hit fell into the sea.

“Daring to attack the fleet of the Holy Light Sect, you will face the enmity and wrath of the entire Holy Light Church!

We are the envoys of the Goddess of Light. If you do not retreat immediately, you will incur the divine punishment of the Goddess of Light!”

Plas’s face was bathed in golden light, giving him an aura of sanctity and tranquility as he spoke with righteousness.

With the situation as it was, he realized that defeat was now inevitable. But who could have imagined that the territory they attacked would be so formidable?

Just the hero units he saw on the battlefield amounted to dozens, some even legendary-tiered.