This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 185 - 172 The Shame of the Nine Rings

Chapter 185: Chapter 172: The Shame of the Nine Rings

Chapter 185 -172: The Shame of the Nine Rings

When the ghost ship cut through the wind and waves, the enemy’s fleet finally appeared on the surface of the sea.

Twelve huge warships advanced in a semicircle, each one flying the banners of the wild wind and Tide Fury.

Lightning gathered on the masts of each warship, incessantly firing towards the ghost ship.

However, it seemed the dark mist had a strong effect in misdirecting and blocking the lightning, with most of it dissipating in the black fog, and the occasional bolt that did penetrate veering off to nowhere in particular.

Is this how wars are fought at sea?

Amberser felt as if he’d broadened his horizons, what followed must be a very exciting sea chase, right? Would they even drift around corners with the warships driving like race cars, then bombard each other with flashy magic spells?

Unfortunately, the combat that followed left Amberser somewhat disappointed.

The ghost ship used its fastest speed to charge at the Children of the Storm’s vessels, its sharp Swordfish Ship prow stabbing into the enemy’s hull. Both ships shook violently and were firmly nailed together, and then, Phil began the boarding fight.

Amberser: …

Such a primitive method of combat, a waste of the ghost ship.

The clouds’ effects were clearly powerful, capable of obscuring sight and perception, even diverting spellfire.

If Amberser had been commanding, he’d have kept the distance within the mist’s range, then used his advantage to drown the enemy with a torrent of spells.

It seemed, however, that Spear Fil was not accustomed to this method of warfare, he simply raised his harpoon high and threw it with force.

The ugly harpoon flew out like lightning, skewering three sailors together before pinning them to the bulkhead.

“Hahaha, let me skewer a few more today!”

In the next second, the Murloc had leaped onto the enemy’s bulkhead, pulling out the harpoon and slaughtering merrily.

By this time, Amberser had noticed that Phil was of the berserker type; he was fast and strong. Though he looked fragile, he could resist the roaming lightning with his harpoon, as if unaffected by it.

Many Storm Priests were on the enemy’s ship, wielding hammers and summoning lightning to hammer at him, but no matter if Phil was injured or charred by electricity, it only made his attacks more vicious.

And Phil was not fighting alone. Once he had secured a foothold on the bulkhead, a mass of spirits surged out from the ship and pounced on these Children of the Storm of the Fury Tide Kingdom.

The spirits fought peculiarly, able to bypass the enemy’s armor and directly possess the body, many of the Children of the Storm being controlled before they could react, then turning their swords on their comrades.

This was a one-sided slaughter. The Children of the Storm were no Paladins of the Lord of the Dawn; their lightning spells were powerful, but not very effective against the Undead. And the sailors, many of whom had no spellcasting abilities, were helpless against the intangible spirits, left with no option but to flee.

Amberser now understood why Phil had such disdain for these Children of the Storm—the difference in combat strength was huge, and the enemy was being slaughtered without any chance to fight back.

In less than three minutes, all the Children of the Storm on the deck had been killed, and Phil had only suffered some minor injuries, securing a complete victory.

But this was just the first enemy ship.

Two more warships of the Children of the Storm broke through the mist, slamming into the ghost ship from both sides.

Amberser had to levitate to avoid being knocked to the ground by the impact.

Then, a new round of boarding fights began with these Storm Children.

Amberser watched speechlessly, what kind of battle was this?

The Storm Children charged at Amberser, arrows and lightning directed towards him, but Amberser put up a Mage Shield and blocked all of their assaults.

Sigh, with the battle reaching him, Amberser had no choice but to defend himself.

Waving his staff, he grabbed a Child of the Storm with Mind Control and used him like a hammer to knock others into the sea.

After bashing an indeterminate number of people, the Storm Child caught by Amberser turned into a mushy pulp, and when Amberser set the body down, it squirmed and got up. The corpse had become a Zombie, lunging towards its former allies.

Combat with the Undead was this direct—the more the enemy died, the more Undead there would be.

And a Mage killed far more efficiently than swinging a harpoon; Amberser wiped out the Storm Children on both ships swiftly, much faster than Phil.

Phil returned to the ghost ship with his body charred black, looking up with admiration and saying, “Impressive, you truly are the leader’s friend.”

Amberser casually cast a Dark Healing Spell on Phil; the influx of Dark Magic Power stimulated his charred flesh to wriggle and repair itself, and though he still looked half rotten, his injuries had actually largely recovered.

Phil gratefully said, “Thanks! Indeed, Mages are stronger than warriors. Shame, we don’t have many who can play around with spells in our gang.”

Amberser wasn’t in the mood to chat about this and reminded Phil, “Let’s not talk about that for now. Don’t you think something’s off? These Storm Children are too weak; there’s not even a high-ranking Storm Priest among them.”

Although the population of the Fury Tide Kingdom was small, what made the various mainland nations itch with hatred yet powerless was not just reliant on these minor characters.

According to Phil, he had clashed with the Fury Tide Kingdom many times, and they should be well aware of Phil’s combat strength; they wouldn’t send such minor characters to their deaths.

Scratching his head, Phil said, “Maybe they’re all out of people? The leader hit them hard with a surprise attack recently, killing so many Children of the Storm that they dare not sail the seas anymore, probably all the strong ones are dead?”

Amberser was speechless. The Mute Elder hadn’t exaggerated at all; these Murlocs really had no brains to speak of.

If there really were no men left, why would they launch an attack on their own? Wasn’t that just sending men to their death? The Children of the Storm might be mad, but they weren’t stupid.

Something felt wrong. Amberser’s intuition was sharp, and he was sure there was some kind of trap here.

Unfortunately, before he could pinpoint the problem, two more warships burst through the black fog and collided with them.

The seemingly weak Children of the Storm continued to howl and start boarding battles as if unaware that they were heading to their deaths.

Phil was too busy killing in the battlefield to chat with Amberser, brandishing his harpoon and continuing the slaughter.

Amberser, however, did not engage further but instead flew up into the sky to overlook the entire battlefield.

There were a total of thirteen warships belonging to the Children of the Storm, twelve of which looked standard, but one was a massive ship adorned with thunder patterns all over its hull.

This ship kept emitting thunder strikes, trying to disperse the black fog.

The other ships shuttled through the black fog, using sound to orient themselves, in search of the Ghost Ship.

It appeared to be a last-ditch suicide tactic, but when Amberser rose higher into the air, he noticed something amiss.

The flagship of the Children of the Storm wasn’t randomly bombarding with lightning. It was using the suicidal attacks of its allies to distract the enemy while it prepared a massive Magic Array.

Amberser could see thousands of lightning bolts intertwining in mid-air, forming into a huge Magic Array.

The Magic Array enveloped the entire range of the black fog, and the terrifying power of destruction was condensing within it, looking to be nearing its critical point.

Once the Magic Array was activated, everything inside the black fog would be indiscriminately struck, and even if they managed to kill Phil and his Swordfish Ship, the other ordinary warships would certainly be buried along with them.

Amberser couldn’t help but comment, “That’s ruthless. They’re not even sparing their own people, huh? Is the Pirate Gang’s grudge against the Fury Tide Kingdom that deep?”

Although he was reluctant to get involved in others’ disputes, Amberser had come asking for favors, hoping to enlist the help of the Mute Elder to search for an Elf Tribe Divine Artifact. Phil had broken away from the main force to welcome him; under these circumstances, if Phil were to be killed by the Children of the Storm, Amberser feared he would be blamed.

“Alright, for the sake of the drink you offered me.”

Amberser summoned the Golden Throne and started chanting spells with concentration.

Brilliant light appeared, making Amberser shine like a sun, illuminating the nearby sea.

This sudden burst of light naturally drew the attention of the Children of the Storm. Several bolts of lightning shot into the sky, trying to blast Amberser out of the air.

However, they were all blocked by Amberser’s Mage Shield. Their Spellcasters were all maintaining that huge thunder Magic Array and couldn’t spare any effort; the few remaining were completely incapable of breaking through Amberser’s Mage Shield.

As the chant sped up, the magic power Amberser was gathering grew more and more enormous, the terrifying pressure seeming to press down the nearby ocean’s surface by half a meter.

Phil, fighting in the midst of the black fog, also felt this unusual force and looked up at the sky. Phil didn’t know much about magic, but he could sense something was wrong and quickly gave the order, “Quick, dive now!”

The Ghost Ship had one advantage: its crew couldn’t drown, and its propulsion was neither wind nor waves but the Ghost Ship’s own Dark Magic Power.

Thus, the Ghost Ship could be used as a submarine.

Phil didn’t know what was happening, but it was definitely right to hide first.

The Ghost Ship, trapped by several damaged warships, began to make creaking noises, the sound of the hull rubbing against the other ships as it sank.

In just over ten seconds, the Swordfish Ship had already sunk by half.

And Amberser’s spell had taken shape.

The originally pitch-black sky lit up with four streaks of firelight, like stars falling from heaven, carrying the momentum to destroy everything as they descended.

Shaping Energy Type high-level spell—Starburst!

This was the so-called ninth circle spell, spells of this caliber having the power to destroy an entire city.

The Starburst also bore the ignoble title of “Shame of the Ninth Circle,” because the hit rate of this spell was so poor that most Starbursts would not hit their target, expending massive amounts of magic power only to create a few craters in the ground. With bad luck, it might even land on one’s own troops.

Under normal circumstances, only in large-scale wars where enemy soldiers were densely packed could one throw a Starburst blindly and hit something.

However, this spell took too long to cast. Even Amberser, using the power of the Golden Throne, had to chant for a good number of seconds, and the casting was too obvious, allowing for easy interruption.

All these restrictions had earned Starburst its ignoble title.

But even with so many negative effects, Starburst remained a ninth circle spell because of its terrifyingly immense power.

Once it hit, the effects would be cataclysmic.

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And Amberser was exactly a Diviner Mage who wouldn’t miss the mark!

Four fiery meteors, burning ferociously, descended as if guided, aiming straight for that massive flagship.