Black Sail
Chapter 575 - 198. Ten Directions Great Destruction_2

Chapter 575: 198. Ten Directions Great Destruction_2

In short, Crocodile Island must resolutely carry out and thoroughly implement this, even if the sky falls, we’ll wait until after the martial arts competition to discuss it.

Of course, the military is not aware of the Pope’s tactics, if they knew, the island would be blessed. But unknown to them, the Pope aims to take two dragon heads for a grand birthday celebration, to make the champion convert to their sect, and fiercely slap the Emperor’s face.

"The leader of the Eighteenth Formation has already set up camp fifty kilometers behind the city, and it seems they’re not intending to act against us, but rather to help solve those pirate and resistance army issues."

The Vice Admiral reported to Crocodile Island.

This makes things quite subtle, as the Church Court intends to steal credit from the military. This way, concerning the friction between the sect and the Royal Court, the sect gains the upper hand and thus gains more speaking power in the future.

We must not utterly tear faces here; limit casualties to under a hundred. Numbers can be falsely reported; at most two or three hundred deaths, and that’s the limit, lest it becomes too big.

If the Royal Court and the sect do engage, losses would exceed a hundred Mulong.

At this time, the sharp nails of a massager unintentionally poked Crocodile Island’s inner thigh.

Without any nonsense, Crocodile Island slapped her face, knocking her to the ground, with blood streaming from her nose, causing the girl to continuously beg for mercy.

"How do you do things?"

Crocodile Island wiped his hands with a silk handkerchief handed over by another girl, fortunately, he is a person who cherishes beauty. If it were someone else, it wouldn’t have been just a slap.

Seeing the girl hugging her leg and pleading for mercy, Crocodile Island kicked her away and did not pursue the matter further.

"I don’t care about that. I just want to know how the two dragons came to be; aren’t flying dragons mostly mindless creatures? Even if they had intelligence, they are arrogant beings; how could they succumb to human direction, let alone pirates..."

Crocodile Island really couldn’t understand.

The current situation seems minor to him; otherwise, he wouldn’t be a Grand General for nothing. He’s encountered situations ten times more dangerous, only the occasional dragon roars shake the soldiers’ morale.

"It’s been reported to headquarters, and we’ve learned some hidden truths. One of the dragons can’t be traced, but given its unique Purple Flame Dragon Breath, the military’s expert team suspects it to be one of the more active dragons from the Engma Period."

Vice Admiral said so.

Crocodile Island raised an eyebrow, Engma Period? That’s eight hundred years ago, an outdated calendar. Before this, he had never encountered a dragon, but seeing those so-called hall-level teams of the adventurer’s guild handling dragon calamities, they’re likely just brute forces with a bit of natural magic.

"What about the other one?"

Crocodile Island was already infuriated by Liszt, and it’s unbelievable that this guy has two dragons, seemingly about to make an Eastern Sea dominion.

Before the Advancement Movement started last year, Crocodile Island took the second operational train back to the Imperial City from Chenxi Port, and within a few days, the news of the East Sea Desperados’ grand heist reached - elevating them to the status of Nether Star Plague People.

He’s long been focused on Liszt, and when the Eastern Sea changed hands, Crocodile Island somewhat admired this guy, expecting Liszt to be working for Lostra or other old powers. Considering the Church Court’s involvement, he devised a strategy to let Liszt reconcile and turn against them after achieving success, with the potential to earn the Military Department’s commendation.

It’s just a pity that Lao Li didn’t cooperate. Crocodile Island treated him like a first love while Lao Li tortured him repeatedly.

This damn guy is indeed a gambling dog, a madman who doesn’t stop, and would fall tragically in the end. Being a wealthy man in the Eastern Sea would’ve sufficed, really courting death.

"He is a Court Mage’s material..."

The Vice Admiral’s words were unfinished.

"Is it that person?"

Crocodile Island was shocked. If so, it would be simple - have that person send someone to retrieve the dragon pet, and incidentally solve the issues on our side. With his mediation, the relationship between the military and the civil servant force led by the Court Mages remains harmonious, even if not intimately close. It would undoubtedly be closer than with those muddy madmen of the Church Court.

The Vice Admiral shook his head; it would have been great if it were them, "He is also a member of the Upper House of the Tower Alliance, named Eustace, known as the Crownless Tower Master. In the Tower Alliance, his speaking power is second only to the Eleven People Pavilion, and he has a close relationship with the Flying Dragon Tower’s Tower Master."

Crocodile Island remained silent for a moment.

Flying Dragon Tower?

Crocodile Island wasn’t particularly concerned about those things; the Western Continent had many High Towers left from the Ancient Era, with the eleven highest towers being renowned but many other relics from the Ancient Era remain, places where magicians frequently visit.

The Flying Dragon Tower is one of the highest towers, piercing the clouds, but legend says it’s merely a dragon’s tooth from the Ancient Era’s fallen great dragon, yet it’s several hundred miles high.

"And then?"

Crocodile Island asked the Vice Admiral.

"Most of Eustace’s research funding on dragons comes from treasury allocations. How the dragon ended up being is unknown, but it’s national property. Anti-imperialists stole it out, joined foreign forces, and transported it overseas. Many people were involved in this; to investigate thoroughly, several anti-imperialists within the Royal Court must be pulled out. Among them is a high-ranking official, which is why it’s always been done secretly, extremely cautious of causing a stir. The Commander also warned me not to spread it rashly, only informing you, hoping it would assist you in Mulong."

The Vice Admiral calmly said.

Crocodile Island’s scalp tingled; ’helping a feather,’ those people took advantage of the Continent Martial Arts Competition to gain benefits, while all other supports claimed for help fell on him.

No way out, Black Rock City is being blocked by the Eighteenth Formation, constrained from open reinforcement. With Aran’s rapid expansion, making enemies everywhere, they are powerless, leaving it to him - how to hold out until the competition ends.

To Crocodile Island, battlefield conditions are of no concern; retaining territorial sovereignty and railway tariffs is the key.

Let those fools fight, as long as the railway eventually gets completed. He dies, but still, someone will come to Mulong for grand construction. The revenue sharing with the government is the only issue. The current government is obedient; Uborio is rebellious. Let the Eighteenth Formation handle it, just hold on tight.

The Church Court, wealthy as a nation, doing all these tricky operations because everyone knows the Pope is vain, asking not for the best but the most expensive. Perhaps recent years’ technological advancements have driven him mad.

Let the Eighteenth Formation fight. The sect gains face, and the Royal Court keeps the benefits, pretty good.

Crocodile Island won’t allow himself to become a victim sacrificed for dragons, denying everything afterward. While still competing against the Church Court, they could find some other scapegoat, as long as the railways along the Aran territory have sovereignty.

If Crocodile Island knew the truth about the grand birthday, he’d probably head out immediately to kill Zote.

Sadly, it’s an impossible exchange.

And at this moment, within Mulong territory, in Salt Lake City.

Zote was training his troops, with his Nameless Great Saber always by his side, preparing to shine.

"I hear the whistle, is it the Church Court’s special train arriving?"

Zote asked the adjutant.

This operation was under the Pope’s personal edict, with both financial and manpower resources readily available.

Now, whether it’s Black Rock City, Salt Lake City, or even Kelor Highlands, with the high welfare benefits of the Church Court, stability achieved, and loyalty shifting towards him quickly.

Inland religions, the influence of the Holy True God is diminishing, only regretting that when that amputee sought revenge, Zote, being true to his words, allowed the cult’s Goddess to escape, showing signs of a rebound, but it’s trivial. In front of money, even truth must remain silent.

"Yes, the heavy armor you wore during your bygone Royal City battle, along with the Evil Dragon Judge personally sent by the Pope, have also arrived."

The adjutant responded.

For Zote, it was rare to linger a bit recollecting past decades, but it was fleeting, "Then let’s go, to those high-ranking officials of the Church Court, etiquette must not be lost."

Given Zote’s current status in the Church Court, merely a leader of the Time Sword formation, not yet a Cardinal, in terms of rank, those so-called Judges outweigh him.

But entering Mulong, they still have to heed Zote’s orchestration.

Half an hour later.

Zote arrived in the train carriage, after brief salutations, he entered the compartment storing his old armor and saw a sealed wooden box.

He split it open with a single strike.

Zote never named his tools, but the strongest Armed Architect from Old Aran dubbed his creation, this armor, "Ten Directions Great Destruction."

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