Chapter 1286 - 510: Son of the Sea God (3)

The pirate, whose body had been halved by Alka, and whose power was at the Fourth Stage, opened his mouth and stuttered something.

"No matter who you are, you dare to capture my kin. You will suffer the deepest death and darkness, damned intruder."

The words were filled with anger, but the voice came from a corpse, making the speech seem very calm, almost mechanical.

Seeing the corpses climbing up again, Chadite waved his hand, and a pure white light swept past.

The risen corpses fell back down.

But this time, the gathered abyssal aura became a shadow.

Pure abyssal aura.

The shadow opened like a ghost, staring at them.

Yet, his attention wasn’t on Alka, but on Pororo and Matilda.

"Oh, let me see who has come. My cowardly father’s messenger?

A Storm Champion Warrior, a Sea Tide Saintess."

Facing this shadow, Pororo directly waved his hand, gray-white lightning struck out. But after all, it was just the shadow’s shadow, not a corpse, lacking significant attack power, and the shadow regrouped again.

"Indeed, just like my father’s believers, as brainless and easily irritated as my cowardly father."

"And you, young lady. Are you here to kill me? Why not join me like your fellow kin, I am different from my father.

I love my followers dearly, unlike him. I won’t demand you to atone for mistakes he made himself.

How ridiculous, these lofty divines, just like mortals."

If Matilda hadn’t come to the Endless Sea, she might have been truly swayed by him.

But now Matilda has experienced so much, learned many secrets of the world, she also knows the efforts made by their Sea God for the world.

So the words from this shadow couldn’t affect her at all.

"Are you the Son of the Sea God who fell into the abyss and betrayed the world?" Alka suddenly asked, staring at the shadow.

"Rude mortal, don’t interrupt me when I’m speaking," the shadow swelled, cursing at Alka.

Then he looked at Alka, "Oh, so it’s the Saint of that hypocritical woman. Just like your divine, no manners, and loves meddling in other affairs, right?"

"You are weak, aren’t you? Weak, hiding, afraid to be found by us, afraid to be killed by us mortals.

Being in the Endless Sea for so long, we’ve never heard of your deeds, even your followers disguised quite effectively as pirates.

Aren’t you a Son of God? It seems you’re really afraid of your so-called cowardly father, afraid of him noticing your slightest aura.

Killed by your father? A coward who betrayed his world and allied with demons?

Look at you now, did the demons fulfill their promise to you? Apparently not, otherwise you wouldn’t be like a stray dog now.

Betraying the world, betraying your father, betraying your people, and gaining nothing."

Alka continued to scold.

But he shouldn’t have known these things; through his eyes, he saw many things he shouldn’t have known from the abyssal aura and its attached will.

This made his words hit the sore spot directly.

The shadow formed by abyssal aura in front became visibly enraged.

"You, damned mortal, how dare you disrespect a demigod like this, I’ll flay your bones and crush your soul."

Facing the abyssal aura, Alka shook his head, "You won’t, you don’t have the guts. If you were truly angry, you would have attacked us by now. Just a coward."

Clearly, this shadow didn’t benefit in front of Alka, but the emotional turmoil had achieved Alka’s purpose. The shadow dissipated, and Alka smiled.

Then the whole place began to vibrate.

A teleportation gate of deep darkness appeared in the distance.

Shouts of killing echoed from within.

Emerging were groups of deep-sea Naga dressed as pirates.

Clearly, this was the Naga’s main force, directly transported back.

Looking at the aura of power and the earlier performance, it was evidently the work of the Son of God.

He really seemed to be enraged.

Facing the charging pirates.

A moonlight suddenly appeared in the daytime, then descended from the sky.

Wrapped in Silver Moon Armor, Chadite plunged into the crowd.

The massive force formed an oppressive power, then rippled outward. A large group of charging pirates exploded instantly with the great force, shockingly launched into the sky.

After falling, they scattered unevenly on the ground.

Being pirates themselves, Chadite’s strike instantly subdued those newly emerged pirates.

They clutched their weapons and stood frozen, unsure whether to continue forward.

Instinct for survival held them back.

At this moment, several powerful figures emerged from the shadow’s teleportation gate, and then the gate softly vanished.

A Priest, holding a Fishbone Staff, loudly shouted.

"Receive our master’s blessing, become fearless warriors!"

Scarlet power and red patterns emerged on these pirates.

The fear for Chadite was instantly suppressed.

Then those mighty figures, swinging snake tails like springs, rushed toward Alka and the others.

In Alka’s eyes, the Priest’s power was at the middle stage of Tier Six, while those powerful warriors were likely the Black Sea Warriors they previously knew.

He saw one just stepping into Tier Six, the rest in Fifth Stage perfection.

Meaning none of them posed a threat unless they used some ritual of sacrifice to project the power of the Son of God onto them.

These damn evil god believers love using such tricks.

"Let’s finish this quickly, that Son of God surely won’t let this go,"

The group nodded and surged forward.

In the face of overwhelming power, neither the Priest nor the warriors could truly withstand, swiftly being eliminated.

Watching their constantly falling kin, the High Priest held a projectile seemingly made from a human skull.

It was a golden Holy Grail Treasure.

The fallen bodies climbed up again.

Apparently, the first corpse that spoke with them was controlled by him.

Alka’s figure vanished and reappeared behind the Priest.

The blade formed from elemental power sliced the Priest in half.

Instantly severed, the snake tail still writhed on the ground, from bewildered to agonized but apparently already destined for death.

Beside him, the treasure resembling a skull continued to radiate brilliance.

The man attempted turning himself into an undead.

Amidst the Priest’s body, only two strands of gold light existed.

Though his power was at the middle stage of Tier Six, having only two Holy Grail level treasures made it unlikely to affect Alka.

Not only a disparity in power, but also in treasure.

Under Alka’s assault, nearly powerless to counterattack.

Watching the Priest preparing to transform into an undead, Alka manifested divine light in hand.

Seeing this divine light, the Priest realized death was certain, unaware his soul became bound to his body.

"My, my god, will curse you."

"He’s already scared enough to tuck his tail," Alka remarked.

The divine light pressed down.