Chapter 780

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

The concept of authority was quite peculiar. Apart from its original master, it tended to be somewhat resistant towards subsequent inheritors, requiring a considerable period for adjustment.

Moreover, gaining recognition from authority didn’t solely depend on its magnitude. Generally, each form of authority corresponded to a rule of the world.

The authority of thunder, for instance, embodied qualities of righteousness and intolerance towards evil, making it more likely to be acknowledged. Conversely, authority associated with death or slaughter harbored inner malevolence, appealing more to those inclined towards such darkness.

Based on Ji Chen’s observations, while he couldn’t be described as upright or righteous, he certainly didn’t exhibit the qualities associated with thunder authority. So how could he effortlessly acquire the authority of thunder?

It perplexed him!

Ji Chen merely smiled faintly, observing the lightning at his fingertips, which seemed to transform into dragons, joyfully circling around his fingers.

It was probably due to the power of the ocean that the thunder authority was so readily accepted by him.

The power of the ocean served as the best credential, encompassing all aspects of the sea: storms, tides, tsunamis, undercurrents, lightning, torrential rain… naturally including thunder and lightning.

When facing a stranger, one might be vigilant, meticulously examining their character, abilities, and courage. But if this individual possessed a highly authoritative credential, such concerns naturally diminished.

Furthermore, thunder not only symbolized righteousness but also destruction. The fury of thunder was capable of bringing about cataclysmic destruction.

And destruction happened to be his forte.

As a tsunami swept through, annihilating countless demons, he stood unrivaled in the domain of the ocean in terms of destructive efficiency.

Concealing the thunder at his fingertips, Ji Chen spoke solemnly.

“Next, I will actively seek out the Undead Lord to seize the Storm Authority from his grasp and return this possession, which never belonged to him, to the side of order.”

“Use your Foresight authority to give me a preview of what will ultimately transpire on this journey.”

The ghost ship replied, “My Foresight authority is only partial, capable of foreseeing some of what is to come. I dare not guarantee the usefulness of the information I can provide.”

Having said that, the ghost ship fell silent, emanating a mysterious and unfathomable aura, as if penetrating the fog and ascending to the heavens.

Moments passed.

“…According to the foresight, the malformed monsters with twisted souls will be engulfed by the thunderous roar of the sea in their unwilling rage. However, the masters of thunder and the tsunami will encounter unprecedented dangers themselves, being dragged into the abyss by those monsters…”

Clear, invigorating water flowed through the channels, refracting colorful rays under the sunlight, bringing a glimmer of hope to the weary faces of the people.

“The water’s here! Fresh water has finally arrived!”

“Now we won’t die of thirst!”

The cheers of the soldiers resounded in their ears, and Mijat couldn’t help but heave a sigh of relief, a smile creeping onto his face.

He truly hadn’t expected that the Alliance Fleet would actually be able to deliver fresh water to them. This was undoubtedly a godsend. With the support of fresh water, they now had the means to continue resisting the Greed Lord.

“Hmph, I knew Lord Ji Chen had a solution up his sleeve. Look, fresh water has been delivered, hasn’t it?” Ari said with a hint of pride, his face also showing reverence.

Mijat looked at Ari’s smug expression, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

But he was also amazed.

Extracting endless fresh water from the salty sea? Such power was probably beyond even the capabilities of gods, yet the Lord of the Ocean Crown could effortlessly achieve it.

This ability was like a divine skill for the southern continent, which was covered in yellow sand and suffering from severe drought.

“Perhaps after the war, we can request assistance from Lord Ji Chen to rejuvenate the southern continent and restore vitality to this land.”

With this thought in mind, Mijat glanced around at the cheering crowd, then stepped onto the platform of a nearby cannon and picked up the horn hanging there.

“Hoo!”

The horn, made from the horn of a desert bull, emitted its unique piercing sound, reaching far and wide, causing everyone around to stop and look at this proxy king of the Kingdom of Ugisai.

“Everyone—”

“The Greed Lord is attempting to subdue us by polluting the source of the Roni River, hoping to make us perish of thirst in this desert and defeat us without a fight.”

“However, the Spirit of the Sands has always favored the desert people. It has helped us summon support from the Northern Continent—our allies who stood with us in the war tens of thousands of years ago.”

“We are not fighting alone. Ally support and supplies will arrive soon, as unquestionably as the fresh water flowing in from the north!”

“Everyone, strengthen our resolve. We will drive those monsters back to where they belong!”

“Victory to the desert! Long live the Spirit of the Sands!”

Stirred byMijat’s impassioned speech, the soldiers of the Desert Alliance, who had been pent up with negative emotions due to the water shortage and the pressure from demons, now erupted into vigorous shouts of determination.

On the previously disheartened front lines, a towering enthusiasm and determination suddenly ignited.

Watching Mijat standing on the platform, shouting alongside the soldiers, Ari’s eyes flashed with a hint of complex emotion.

Perhaps his father and others were right. Mijat was truly more suitable to be a king than him.

But soon, Ari’s emotions dissipated, and he felt uplifted.

It was fine not to be a king. In the tumultuous experiences of the past few months, he had found a new direction.

When the war ended, he would leave the Kingdom of Ugisai, leave the southern continent, go wherever he wanted, as long as he could be like Ji Chen, a strong figure who could step forward in times of crisis!

“Damn the orderly faction, they actually found a way to obtain large quantities of freshwater!”

Saskia, the Greed Lord on the Throne of Flesh, roared furiously.

“If not for that damned Alliance fleet, the Desert Alliance would have long since fallen apart. I could have effortlessly destroyed these lowly beasts!”

The demons below trembled and said, “Lord Saskia, it is said that a lord named Ji Chen solved the Desert Alliance’s water shortage by extracting fresh water from seawater.”

Saskia’s eyes were full of anger. “Ji Chen, I’ve heard of him long ago. This bastard has caused us a lot of trouble.”

Before the invasion, he learned of Balzarna’s plan, which led to the premature exposure of their invasion, enabling the lawful faction to be prepared. Then he saw through Darius’s scheme, eliminated the Radiant Church, exposed the plans of the Flame Church and the Sun Church, causing Darius’s preemptive plan to fail miserably.

During the war, he blocked Balzarna and his demonic army for weeks, eventually even killing him. Then he brought the coalition fleet to support the Desert Alliance, giving those desperate insects a bit more confidence to resist.

And now, he had broken their poison plan.

In the midst of astonishment and anger, he had an unsettling feeling. Was this human lord their nemesis?

Every step seemed to tread on their hidden weaknesses, every blow ruthlessly struck at their vulnerabilities, exposing many flaws in their once flawless plans.

Saskia had a premonition that if this human lord didn’t die, he would bring even greater trouble in the future, perhaps even adding unnecessary uncertainty to this war that should have been a foregone conclusion.

He must eliminate this uncertainty as soon as possible!

“Where is that human lord now?”

“According to reconnaissance, he’s extremely vigilant, never setting foot on land and always staying at sea.”

“The cunning coward!” Saskia couldn’t help but curse.

If he were on land, Saskia could plan how to kill him, but the sea wasn’t his domain. At least until the Desert Alliance was dealt with, projecting power onto the ocean was difficult.

This matter had to rely on another force.

Saskia pondered.

“Send my message to Maldonis, tell him I’m willing to offer a portion of the interests in the southern continent in exchange for him dealing with that human lord.”

“Yes!”

“Wait, Greed Lord.” At this moment, a Winged Demon commander with the totem of the Undead Lord descended from afar, quickly approaching the Throne of Flesh. “Lord Maldonis asked me to bring you a few words.”

Saskia frowned, curious about Maldonis’s message.

“What words?”

“Lord Maldonis says, please launch an attack on the Desert Alliance immediately. That human lord will soon die, killed by his own hands..”