Chapter 687 - Crushed! (1/2)

Chapter 687: Crushed!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Razer was a Level-16 Territory fighter. His power gave him a more advanced vision than the others.

As soon as he saw the burning gold cloud, he knew immediately that it was someone’s territory. It probably was around his level too. But who was it?

It must be the one who’d just leveled up. An indescribable feeling of panic gripped Razer. He knew the comer was a foe rather than a friend.

Before attacking Ferde, he’d already felt power similar to this golden cloud. It was probably from the same man.

This man has recently entered Level-16. I can defeat him if I’m not hurt, but now… Razer looked down at the wound on his left chest and then at the Silver Storm Sparrows speeding across the sea. Helplessness flashed past his eyes.

The High Elves’ Silver Storm Sparrows were only mortal power. He had to face the unbeatable force that could crush the entire Firuman. The moment he arrived, the wounded Razer would already be defeated.

“Sir, what should we do now?” A young hardened High Elf walked over. He was the main commander of the Silver Storm Sparrow fleet and was at Level-11. He had a strange name—Dwacheon Juan. He was 45 years old, which was the golden period for High Elves.

He was young and in a high position. He also had Legendary power, allowing him to look arrogantly at Firuman. This made him extremely confident. Even when facing the Hellfire Razer, he was still calm and composed. He didn’t seem humbled and submissive like the other High Elves.

Razer had seen many people. He was more than 60 years old and didn’t have a serene life like the High Elves on the Isle of Dawn. His life had been chaotic. To him, Dwacheon was a rookie who’d just entered the cruel world.

His exuberance was good. In a good situation, it could help him get accustomed to the world quickly. But right now, they were in a dire state. This exuberance would only make him die faster.

Since he was an extraordinary figure from the saint’s mother race and they’d interacted well this entire journey, Razer said, “The comer is of the same level as I. The situation is very dangerous. Give up on the Silver Storm Sparrows and retreat. Go back as far as you can.”

Dwacheon froze. The Isle of Dawn had 27 Silver Storm Sparrows, and they were strategic forces. Now, Razer told them to abandon eight ships without any resistance. No commander could accept it.

More importantly, this was Dwacheon’s first time commanding a fleet. If he lost, this would forever taint his reputation.

A few seconds of silence later, he said in a low voice, “Sir, there are a total of 200 high-level Magicians on a Silver Storm Sparrow. The eight ships are enough to create a Level-17 defensive and offensive magic seal. Even if the comer is at your level, we might not lose.”

This was the fleet’s last card. Once they used it, the ships would be destroyed regardless of whether they could successfully force back the opponent. No amount of repairs would work. The ships could only be turned into waste material and recycled.

The cost was too high. The High Elves wouldn’t use this tactic unless there was no choice at all.

“Oh?” Razer was slightly surprised. He hadn’t thought much of the Isle of Dawn and hadn’t taken the time to familiarize himself with this temporary ally’s power. Hearing that they could construct a Level-17 magic seal, he was quite shocked.

He carefully inspected the magic seal. A few seconds later, he shook his head. “No, it’s useless. There isn’t enough Mana stored on the fleet, and it’s not resistant enough. The ship isn’t sturdy enough either. The magic seal is far from true Level-17 power. It’s too crude and can’t stop anything. Don’t hesitate and go!”

The only similarity between this Level-17 magic seal and a true Level-17 spell was the condensation of power. As for spatial locking, territorial destruction, and other true Level-17 characteristics, it didn’t have any.

In other words, the Silver Storm Sparrow fleet’s magic seal had great offensive ability. But no matter how great its offensive ability, it was only useful if it could hit the target. Using such crude power against a Level-16 enemy was like using a magic cannon to hit a mosquito outside the cannon’s range. It was basically impossible.

But Dwacheon still wouldn’t give up. Shaking his head, he said, “No fleet in the world retreats without a fight. If there is, I’m sure they aren’t High Elves!”

With that, he returned to the cabin, ignoring Razer’s warnings.

“Prepare to fight!”

“Construct the Doomsday Storm magic seal!”

Boom, boom, boom. Blueish-white light flashed from each ship. The lights quickly solidified into blue-white belts. They extended and tied all the ships together.

Click, clack, click. Guided by the belts, the Silver Storm Sparrows got into position. Finally, the eight ships fanned out into a stable flower shape with the heads facing in and tails out.

Soon after, the Mana pools on each ship operated intensely. Blue-white light poured out and formed a circular shield. It enveloped the eight ships without a single pore. From afar, it looked like the eight ships had become a huge blue sphere.