Chapter 715: I will return soon
Blood, copious amounts of blood, dyeing the entirety of Mist Bay a crimson red.
This fresh flesh and blood was the Ocean Hunters’ favorite.
Gazing at the feeding scene before them—so bloody it would make any enemy’s heart turn cold—the word "brutal" was insufficient to describe the terror they inspired.
Lysinthia, Clawpincher, Slagor, and Drakthul stood upon the Sea-Devouring Warship, staring at the battle unfolding in the waters below. All of them were silent.
Compared to the wars they thought they knew, the current scene didn’t resemble a war at all; it was more like a grueso feast exclusively for the Ocean Hunters.
The blood-dyed seawater was like a layer of mist. The Ocean Hunters, their eyes glinting crimson, moved like phantoms within this mist, appearing and disappearing without a trace, exceptionally bizarre.
Crunch! An Ocean Hunter burst forth from the bloody water, its great maw gaping, and bit down ferociously.
A Sea Race warrior, distinguished by two whiskers beside its gills, was struck in the neck. The hands with which it wielded its harpoon froze.
A gurgling sound arose—the sound of fresh blood gushing from its body, rging into the seawater.
The Sea Race warrior’s life rapidly faded amidst this tearing and biting.
Similar scenes played out one after another, a spectacle so filled with death it was horrifyingly suffocating.
In the very center of the battlefield, the seawater seed to be boiling. Ocean Hunters congregated, forming massive schools, so dense they were impossible to count.
They moved like a unified army, their attacks ferocious, tearing apart any enemy caught within their schools.
"What are these monsters?!"
"Damn it, what kind of sea beasts are these?!"
"These are devils!"
"Help !"
"..."
Wretched, miserable wails echoed throughout Mist Bay. The feeding Ocean Hunters had descended into a complete frenzy.
Aboard the Sea-Devouring Warship, Lysinthia’s expression was icy.
She gazed at the Ocean Hunters, a flicker of uncertainty in her heart. If she were to issue the command to cease the attack at this mont, would the Ocean Hunters, in their current state, obediently listen?
In the brief mont Lysinthia was lost in thought, the grueso slaughter continued.
Ocean Hunters were tearing at their enemies, rending their flesh with sharp fangs.
Blood sprayed out, splattering in all directions, dyeing the nearby sea region.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere—what a terrifyingly grueso picture it was!
"All hail the great Orion!!"
Tidecrab Shield Warrior Clawpincher raised his giant, shield-like pincer, cheering for the scene before him, thankful that the Stoneheart Horde possessed such a terrifying army.
Beside him, Slagor and Drakthul were continuously swallowing, their throats seemingly trembling from the bloody spectacle, their speech faltering.
"All hail the great Orion!!"
"Praise the Stoneheart Horde!"
"This sea region will definitely be ours!"
Lysinthia snapped back to reality, her eyes incredibly bright.
Lysinthia raised the longsword in her hand. The terrifying combat power of the Ocean Hunters gave her the confidence to conquer the Silvercurrent Sea, to conquer Serpent Isle.
Death, like a song, has a beginning and an end.
Approximately half an hour later, tranquility returned to the entirety of Mist Bay.
The sated Ocean Hunters returned to the Sea-Devouring Warship, concealing themselves within the fronds of the Giant Kelp Water Cannons, vanishing without a trace.
If not for the strikingly crimson seawater before their eyes, many would not believe the tragic massacre that had occurred here just half an hour ago.
The invading Sea Race army had been completely wiped out; not a single one had escaped.
"Elder Lysinthia, the enemy has been completely annihilated by us!"
As Lysinthia’s assistant, Slagor received the battle damage report firsthand.
"According to the number of Ocean Hunters that returned to the warship, we lost eighty thousand Ocean Hunters this ti."
"Twenty thousand of those were from the first batch hatched; the other sixty thousand were juvenile fish."
Lysinthia’s brow furrowed slightly. The casualty figures for the Ocean Hunters seed a bit high.
The invading Sea Race army this ti had numbered less than ten thousand, led by a few Alpha-level rfolk.
An eight-to-one loss ratio made Lysinthia soberly realize that the Ocean Hunters were not invincible; they possessed significant drawbacks.
When their numbers were large, the Ocean Hunters’ combat power was imnse, their battle scenes were exceptionally bloody, and they could even intimidate their foes.
However, the Ocean Hunters were also fragile; they could be killed easily.
Furthermore, after sustaining losses, the Ocean Hunters required rapid replenishnt and a period of nurturing.
If the number of Ocean Hunters was insufficient, any losses would prevent them from bringing their full combat power and deterrent capability to bear.
There was another point: rearing Ocean Hunters required vast amounts of resources and would consu enormous quantities of flesh and blood.
This level of consumption was not sothing an ordinary faction could afford.
"Strengthen the defensive forces at the mouth of Mist Bay. Release those water crocodiles and water pythons; let them monitor a wider area."
"The breeding of Ocean Hunters must not stop. Report to the Arch Elder and request more resources to be allocated here."
"The Tidefang Clan’s attitude is still unclear. With this battle having begun, hostilities will certainly not cease now. Everyone be prepared to face more combat at any ti."
"..."
Based on the terrifying combat power of the Ocean Hunters, Lysinthia issued one order after another.
Slagor, Clawpincher, and Drakthul nodded; the test of the Ocean Hunters’ combat strength had given them so asure of confidence.
Lysinthia stood on the deck of the warship, gazing towards the direction of Serpent Isle.
"I will return soon!" she murmured to herself.
...
Erald Dream Realm, Marshlight Sanctuary.
While war raged at Lysinthia City, it had also erupted here.
Armies faced off, then charged headlong; bolts flew through the air, and greatswords clashed—the battlefield was a scene of grand and brutal magnificence.
Upon this brutal battlefield, the Alphas from both sides also confronted each other high in the sky.
Perhaps sensing the extraordinary nature of Leonidas and Orion, Arch Lord Kian did not imdiately launch an attack.
It was indeed highly suspicious; two peak Legendary-level experts appearing so calm and unruffled when facing an Arch Lord was truly abnormal.
"Unfamiliar powerhouses, I do not sense the aura of corruption from you."
"Can you tell
where you are from?"
"Kian does not wish to start a war without reason. Why are you invading my territory?"
Hellhound Knight Kian was very polite, completely lacking the arrogance typically displayed by Arch Lords when facing Legendary-level beings.
This was a facade; the peaceful tone and attitude were rely Kian’s way of trying to extract intelligence.
Leonidas was familiar with such ploys, as he himself often employed them.
When encountering unfamiliar enemies, or before he could ascertain their true strength, Leonidas would play the sa ga.
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