The Ocean Lord Is Unusually Powerf - Chapter 588
Chapter 588: The Might of the Resurrection Altar, Giant Turtle!
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
In the midst of the Ocean Crown’s assault, Lord of the Waves, who had already suffered significant damage, did not retract his forces and hid away. Instead, he intensified his efforts to capture sea creatures and gather resources, while also accelerating the construction of palaces and bases.
Nevertheless, the expedition teams grew significantly in size, often including three to four thousand servant-army soldiers and one or two complete regular army units of a thousand each. If the Ocean Crown kept up these skirmishes, they would suffer significant losses.
Over the next few days, both sides suffered losses in a series of surprise attacks and counterattacks.
They faced a massive, seemingly immovable waterspout.
Several dozen regular army centurions knelt on the backs of sea wyverns, reporting the recent battle situation to their master.
“Master, today we lost one regular army unit of a thousand soldiers and three servant-army units of a thousand each. We managed to kill more than three thousand enemies.
The enemy, relying on their familiarity with the environment, harassed our resource collection and frequently attacked our resource transport teams. This has significantly slowed down our resource gathering, and the construction of your palace is now expected to be extended by 50%.”
Lord of the Waves was both surprised and angry, and his voice revealed his frustration. “Damn it, do these lowly sea worms not fear death?”
“What about the enemy’s losses?”
“Under our strong counterattacks, we have already killed over ten thousand of the enemy. However, it seems that the enemy has no intention of weakening their attacks…”
“Damn these vile sea creatures! Insignificant sea leeches! How dare these lowly sea clans act like this!”
Lord of the Waves erupted in anger again, and the waves caused by the waterspout made the sea wyverns sway. The centurions held onto the bone spikes on their backs tightly to avoid falling off.
After a long while, Lord of the Waves seemed to have vented his frustration and spoke with a cold tone. “Is there anything noteworthy about these enemies?”
One of the centurions wore a perplexed and bewildered expression on his face.
“These enemies have no fear of death at all. Every time they attack, they go all out, even if their bodies are pierced, they would bite off a piece of our flesh before dying. They are like emotionless killing machines…
Even in the Sea of Death, I have never seen such relentless and, dare I say, insane sea warriors.”
Upon hearing this, other centurions nodded in agreement. Despite being warriors who had followed their master and fought their way out of the Sea of Death, they were somewhat intimidated by the sheer determination of these enemies.
Initially, they thought that these hidden enemies would suffer significant losses after several days of intense fighting and might reduce the intensity and frequency of their harassment.
However, to their surprise, these enemies not only showed no signs of relenting, they fought even fiercer.
The harassment frequency had increased from twice a day to five or six times a day, occurring in various sea areas within an eighty-mile radius, morning, noon, and night.
This significantly reduced their efficiency in gathering resources, and the construction speed of the palace and bases continued to decline.
So far, Lord of the Waves had lost six regular army units of a thousand soldiers each, and more than eleven servant-army units of a thousand each. Their total forces had been reduced to less than one-fifth of their original strength. If this continued, their army would be depleted in no time.
They believed that the enemy must have suffered losses as well, but did the enemy really not care about their losses at all?
Is this reasonable?
“…These worms hiding in the trenches harass and attack us so frequently, preventing us from exploring further into the sea. There’s a good chance it’s because we’re getting closer to their habitat, which is why they’ve become so frantic in their attempts to deter us.
The more so, the less we can afford to halt our progress. Which direction have the scouting teams been attacked the most from?”
A centurion quickly responded, “It’s been the southwesterly direction on the southern side! We’ve faced a total of eight attacks there over the past few days!”
“Immediately send out more reconnaissance teams, spreading out to covertly investigate in that direction! If you discover the enemy’s habitat, report back immediately!
But the construction of the palace and bases must not stop; continue to intensify resource collection! I want to see how many of those lurking worms will be worn down here!”
“Yes!”
The centurions departed, leaving behind the Seahorse Knight Centurion.
“Any unusual activities among the Lobster Riders?”
The Seahorse Knight Centurion respectfully replied, “Reporting to the master, there’s nothing unusual about them; everything is as usual.
In fact, they seem even more valiant than before, showing no mercy. Over the past few days, they’ve killed over four thousand enemies!”
“Oh?” A puzzled voice came from within the waterspout. “Is that so?”
“I personally witnessed it, and many soldiers can attest to it!”
Lord of the Waves fell silent. He had initially suspected that these Lobster Riders, who had suddenly come to join him and displayed extraordinary combat prowess, might be infiltrators sent by the hidden enemy.
But now it seemed he had been overly suspicious.
He couldn’t fathom them being so ruthless toward their own people.
He had, in fact, kept those Lobster Knights who had willingly joined him away from the main force, and this had somewhat dampened their enthusiasm.
A hint of strangeness and guilt flickered in his mind, but it was just a momentary thought.
“…You no longer need to monitor the Lobster Riders. Incorporate them into the regular army’s organization, granting them the same privileges, and allow them to come and go from the camp.”
“Yp<s!”
