Arrogant Healer God
Chapter 1808: Eight Directions Stir!

Chapter 1808: Chapter 1808: Eight Directions Stir!

After arriving at the main island.

Freya Torres and others quickly made their way to the palace hall.

The King of Creation scanned the crowd and declared, "Brothers, the big war is only three days away!

Time is of the essence, so I’ll keep this brief!

Now, immediately contact all the organizations that have pledged allegiance to our Sacred King Court and have them join us!"

"Yes!"

Reginald Weston and others responded in unison.

Gina Stern took out her mobile phone and called the Hidden World Alliance.

Olena Sean called Violet.

The Dark Baron called the Blood Race.

The War Sky Wolf King called the Wolf Clan.

Everyone else, without any hesitation, made their calls.

As Reginald Weston and others made call after call,

all major organizations from the entire dark world mobilized upon hearing the news!

Antarctic Continent.

The wind was piercing, and the climate, bitterly cold.

It was the time of polar night in Antarctica.

The night was as dark as ink, with only stars twinkling.

At this moment.

More than three hundred steel battleships were docked at the shore.

Large blue flags, embroidered with the golden "Hidden" symbol, fluttered in the wind!

Over two hundred thousand people stood on the deck, each with a stern expression, exuding an aura of solemnity and murder!

At the lead battleship, at the very front of the deck, stood ten men and women with extraordinary bearing and impressive authority!

These were the Ten Great Kings of the Hidden World Alliance!

The Divine Punishment Sword Master, the Demon Hunting Hunter, the Dark Night Monarch, the King of Berserk, the pharaoh king, the Earth Netherworld Demon Monarch, the Thunder King, the Sea Queen, the God of War of Heavenly Fire, and the Empress of Ice Spirit!

The King of Berserk surveyed everyone present and boomed, "Has everyone arrived?"

"Everyone has arrived!!!"

Over two hundred thousand people responded in unison.

"Good!"

The King of Berserk nodded, waved his giant hand, "Set off, to the Sacred King Court!"

At his command,

over three hundred battleships started moving simultaneously, majestically heading for the Sacred King Court...

Atlantic Ocean.

A hidden maritime region.

It was currently daytime.

Magic Kingdom territory.

At a port, over one hundred warships were docked.

More than 100,000 people stood on the warships.

These 100,000 were combat-capable magicians of the Magic Kingdom.

Large golden flags, embroidered with black lion heads, fluttered in the wind!

King Alvis of the Magic Kingdom stood on the leading warship.

Besides Alvis, ten elders of the country also stood on the deck.

Alvis, holding a scepter, scanned everyone and declared loudly, "Everyone, the ultimate battle of the Dark World has arrived!

Every organization in the entire Dark World cannot avoid this battle, neither can our Magic Kingdom!

But, I firmly believe that under the leadership of the God Emperor, we will definitely defeat the Holy Light Church, the Heavenly God Hall, and the Hell Demon Palace among other major organizations!

Once we defeat them, the Dark World will once again welcome peace and stability!

Are you ready?"

"Ready!!!"

More than 100,000 responded thunderously.

"Good!"

Alvis raised the scepter in his hand and pointed towards the distance, "Set off, to the Sacred King Court Headquarters, to join forces!"

At his command,

over one hundred warships began moving in unison, heading straight for the Sacred King Court Headquarters...

Near the Arctic Circle.

Headquarters of the Slaughter God Temple.

Fifty warships were docked at the shore of the main island.

Large black flags embroidered with silver butchers’ knives fluttered in the wind.

More than sixty thousand strong and robust individuals with strong auras stood on the warships.

Leading the group on one of the warships was a towering figure, the Evil Butcher.

The Evil Butcher raised the long blade in his hand and shouted loudly, "Brothers, the ultimate battle of the Dark World has officially begun!

The Pope of Holy Light, the Heavenly God Emperor, and the Hell Demon Emperor want to obliterate us and dominate the entire dark world. What should we do?"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!..."

Over sixty thousand people raised the weapons in their hands and shouted loudly.

"Good!"

The Evil Butcher, impassioned, declared, "Then let us follow the God Emperor and fight a groundbreaking battle, forging a bright future for the Dark World!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!..."

All again shouted energetically.

"Set off!"

The Evil Butcher swung the long blade in his hand and roared.

"Set off!!!"

Others also shouted vigorously.

Fifty-some warships simultaneously started moving, heading for the Sacred King Court Headquarters...

Not far from the Headquarters of the Slaughter God Temple in Iceland.

Reykjavik port.

At the shore, over one hundred warships were docked.

Large black flags, embroidered with blood-red demon patterns, fluttered wildly in the sea breeze.

These flags represented the Blood Race.

Every warship was packed with people, numbering over 100,000.

Leading the group on one of the warships was a circle of people.

The current Clan Leader, Mr. Augustus, was at the forefront.

Augustus’ daughter, Lilith, and Blood Clan Elder Hesterlin, Nick, and Bruce and others all stood behind him.

On the shore, many of the women, elderly, and children of the Blood Race stood.

Their family members were about to leave, so they all came to see them off.

At this moment,

a clan member ran from a distant place and jumped onto the leading warship.

This clan member knelt on one knee, respectfully saying, "Clan Leader, all are gathered!"

"Good!"

Augustus nodded, just about to give the order,

when a robust voice was heard from afar.

"Mr. Augustus, how about we travel together?"

Upon hearing the voice,

Augustus and others turned their heads to look.

Sailing from afar were over eighty warships.

The warships were full of people, numbering more than 80,000.

All were clad in various battle armors, holding weapons, and looking imposing and powerful.

The battle armors were all inscribed with totems of a Demon Dragon with double wings.

Large flags that also fluttered were embroidered with the Demon Dragon totem.

Leading the warships stood a figure, the old Clan Leader of the Demon Dragon Clan, Hopkins.

He was dressed in black armor, holding a black giant sword, and his white-gray curly hair fluttered.

Despite his age, he still had an impressive and domineering aura.

Augustus laughed and said, "Mr. Hopkins, what brings you?"

Hopkins replied, "Our Demon Dragon Clan, upon receiving the call from the Sacred King Court, quickly mobilized and prepared!

Mr. Augustus, how about we travel together? This way, we can also chat and drink on the way, how does that sound?"