The recently reborn North Sea Empire was fully fortified, while the atmosphere within the Old God Church Coalition on the opposing side was surprisingly relaxed.

The Blood Beast Nest Church, affiliated with [Mother of Monsters·Echidna], was particularly mighty and powerful.

The Legendary Level biological warship [Flying Therianthrope], resembling a giant Sea Monster, quietly parted with [Noah’s Ark], which had attracted the attention of all the continent’s high-ranking officials, flicking its tail appendages and flagella as it did so.

The two of them went their separate ways, one leading those High Sequence Extraordinary Beings who hadn’t yet received, and would never again receive, the frontline intelligence reports into the depths of the Sea of Monsters, preparing for a grand feast.

The other joined the fourth beast tide, unprecedented in scale compared to the previous three and nearly equal in number to the sum of the previous tides, along with the Mythical Creatures [Sea Heirs] under its command, marching grandly toward the North Sea.

"Aooow... "

"Yingyingying... "

At that moment, even at the far end of the visible horizon, the waters below were completely occupied by countless enormous dark shadows. The ceaseless roars echoed, and the acrid stench was enough to make one nauseous.

The Archbishops from the sects’ branches, those in charge who were the Fifth Order Pseudo-Gods, were also invited to board this unique Legendary warship, seating themselves around a round table on a deck made of bone and chitin structures.

Unlike Byron, who adhered to the path of balance and only treated forbidden knowledge as a tool, their Divine Aura emitted from within with an indelible murky hue.

This signified that they had thoroughly converted to the drowned Old Gods, falling from the neutral ground where Human Nature once resided, succumbing to Beastliness, no longer human from body to soul.

The Pseudo-God [Chaos Beast Horde] raised a glass, welcoming with a unique voice that was neither male nor female, neither human nor beast:

"Ladies and gentlemen, although a small accident has occurred over at the North Sea Empire’s familiar territory, the fruits of victory have ripened, and the day of harvest is today.

The Chief Gods are destined to return, cheers!"

The spirits of the Pantheon were high, and no one doubted any mishaps in the outcome of this battle.

The probe by the Abaddon Secret Teachings, who left with feathers plucked, was a mere two months ago. To the immortal Gods, not even two years could compare to the flick of a finger.

Judging by the Lancaster Dynasty’s strength at the time, they were doomed to perish!

The undercover [Abyssal Horror] Dagon raised his glass in conjunction, but covertly scrutinized everyone.

Ordinarily discordant, the Old God Church factions had never gathered so many Fifth Order Pseudo-Gods to sit together, not even Dagon had seen such before.

Byron also accessed first-hand intelligence here through Dagon’s perspective.

[Sailing Logbook] could take effect wherever his gaze fell, and just a glance clearly revealed all movements of the enemy’s headquarters.

"This... so dark!"

Directly opposite, there sat a Black Iron Race Pseudo-God from the Eastern Continent.

She appeared as a pitch-black hefty dame, only her teeth and whites of her eyes were white, the rest of her was all black.

Her appearance was indescribable, yet she was one of the Oak Sages’ leaders within the Druid Sect, [Mother Nature].

Taking up the banner of extreme environmentalism from the original Hightins Clover Island inhabitants, she had caused quite a stir on the Eastern Continent.

It was clear to see, she was very satisfied with the biological warship devoid of even a single artificial nail beneath her feet, constantly praising the ship’s owner:

"[Chaos Beast Horde], livestock power is the best energy in this world.

The slave era teeming with cattle and horses was also the best, most civilized era; those who refuse to accept civilization should all turn into trees!

The one who sparked the whale oil revolution, [Wild Hunt King], is the number one enemy of nature."

Sitting beside the pitch-black hefty dame [Mother Nature] were two twin sisters who were the other extreme.

Compared to her, they were unusually petite and delicate, one almost entirely pure white from head to toe, the other entirely pure black.

Their wide-scaled wings wrapped around their bodies like cloaks, revealing only two overly delicate porcelain-like faces.

They seemed weak like the wind would blow them over, yet they were the two leaders of the Moth People within the Worm Cathedral, [White Moth Princess] and [Black Moth Princess].

The pale chin lifted, extending a straw-like proboscis from beneath their chin, slurping the liquid from the cup.

Turns out the facial features were fake, all part of the moth’s mimicry camouflage coloration.

The intertwining of exquisite and grotesque art style made Byron instinctively avert his gaze.

The vanguard forces dispatched by these two church factions had gone respectively to Hightins and the Kalmar Triad, establishing the Old God’s Faith Anchor Chain, and Byron had already encountered those Mythical Creatures.

Beside them was a demon dressed in a gentleman’s suit, yet possessing horns, entirely dark red, with scales covering exposed areas, and donkey-hoofed feet, emanating a persistent sulfuric stench.

This was the Pure Evil Pseudo-God [Mind Flayer], devoted to one of the Seven Deadly Sins, [Pride Morning Star·Lucifer].

His region of responsibility was the Iris Kingdom, also situated along the North Sea Coast.

Next, was a similarly black-clad figure with a tall top hat, whose true form was a bloodless, ghastly white skeleton.

He was [Baron Saturday], leader of the Loa Gods of the Voodoo Sect, whose Authority was evidently: Death.

This faction worshiped [Sub-Corpse Eel King, Samadi], and back then, when Byron assisted The Fourth Prince’s [Hand of Wealth] Atahualpa to seize the Sun Empire throne on the Southern Continent, they sided to support the Eldest Prince.