God of Miracles

Chapter 22: God of Miracles

The giant full moon shone exceptionally brightly in the sky.

Its cold radiance made the clouds look as if they were covered in a layer of silver foil.

Deep within the vast Cloud Sea.

On a moving Cloud Island constructed from Island Clouds.

Traces of blood and explosions had stained the originally white Cloud Island a dark black.

Beneath a tattered Puka flag, hundreds of soldiers clinging to life were despairingly awaiting death on the Cloud Island.

And among all the soldiers, a man at least three meters tall, now missing an arm, had a face full of dejection.

"It's all my fault for Puka's downfall. If I hadn't insisted on attacking back then, at least Puka would have had some future."

As Puka's highest commander, Albert was filled with dejection and despair.

He had originally thought that Puka's military strength could easily conquer Kalia.

However, after encountering the Locust Fish Swarm attack, it was clear that the other Gods of Sky Island were not fools.

Faced with severe resource losses, the first thing on the minds of the Gods of Sky Island was war.

And Puka, being the most prosperous Sky Island in this Cloud Sea.

After Puka was heavily besieged by the Locust Fish Swarm.

Under these circumstances, the other Gods of Sky Island clearly understood what they would face next.

Although the sky was beautiful, due to the scarcity of resources, wars were not uncommon.

When all the Cloud Islands above Red Copper Island were attacked by the Locust Fish Swarm.

Under these circumstances, the few Sky Islands that had previously maintained a distance now faced the almost certain prospect of war with Puka.

To survive, the God of Sky Island led by Kalia directly united the three surrounding Sky Islands and formed a resistance alliance.

Therefore, under these circumstances, as Puka's powerful army arrived at Kalia.

While the Kalia side was engaged in battle with Puka.

The other three Sky Islands jointly attacked Puka's logistics.

Under the combined assault and surprise attack from the four Sky Islands, Puka, the strongest island in this Cloud Sea, could initially fight with ease. However, due to its long-standing wealth and power, and its usual disdain for these smaller Cloud Islands.

A simple trap and Albert's insistent attack directly crippled the once mighty Puka army.

And due to the attack on their logistics.

This made the already defeated Puka army's situation even worse.

Faced with Puka's crushing defeat, the Four Island Alliance naturally could not pass up this golden opportunity to weaken Puka.

As they began to unite their armies and relentlessly pursue Puka's remnants.

The army, which had originally numbered nearly a thousand, was now reduced to less than one-eighth of its original strength.

And among these remaining warriors, ninety percent were currently suffering from bleeding wounds.

The full moon was the most revered totem of the Puka people.

At this time, when the moonlight was at its strongest, the Puka people should have been holding a bonfire feast.

But times had changed.

Albert looked up at the sky, at the moon that symbolized their totem, thinking about how he had taken away more than half of the island's food when he set out.

Intense unwillingness, despair, and regret filled his face.

And sharing his sorrow were the Sky Islander soldiers on this war-torn Cloud Island.

Longing for their families, despair for the future, grief for the loss of their comrades.

All of this indicated to them that Puka was finished.

Looking up at the sky, at the giant, round moon.

"Great totem, is Puka truly finished?

Your humble subjects pray to you here. If there is a miracle, please save us!"

When reality offers no solutions, people often turn to the faith in their hearts.

Just as the tall Albert and the other wounded soldiers began to kneel and pray to the moon.

"Oh, finally found it?

Sky Islanders?

Looks like my luck today is quite good!"

The sudden voice made Albert, who had been looking down in prayer, raise his head abruptly.

The moment he saw Roy, Roy's image was forever etched in his heart.

At this moment, Roy stood in mid-air, with a hundred-meter-wide vortex of white clouds behind him.

The scene before him made Albert feel as if he were seeing a true god.

A figure standing in mid-air, a swirling vortex of clouds, enormous wings of cloud, and a totem-like full moon serving as the backdrop.

"Did my prayers actually work? Is this a miracle?"

The moon's silver radiance spread evenly over Roy.

The storm tornado behind him, set against the backdrop of the high-hanging full moon.

It had to be said that at this moment, Roy indeed had a certain potential to be a charlatan.

He casually tossed the blood-stained spearhead he held in his hand into the cloud sea.

He looked down at the kneeling Sky Islanders below.

"Finally found it. Now, it's time for me to seek, and for me to conquer."

If someone were to ask what happiness is?

Then everyone on Puka Island at this moment would shout loudly: "It's filling our stomachs."

The conquest of Puka was unexpectedly simple.

After Roy found Albert and the others, guided by them, he quickly arrived on Puka Island.

Facing an island where people were practically eating their own children, even the well-traveled Roy was a bit dumbfounded.

He had actually considered the possibility of such a tragedy on his way there, but he hadn't expected the situation to be so dire and miserable.

If it weren't for Roy's ability to control clouds and fish from the White Sea.

Then Puka, this Sky Island, would have been destined to perish under this natural disaster.

As the savior of all of Puka Island, Puka naturally and smoothly submitted at his feet.

Looking at the people drinking fish soup, chewing even the bones, scales, and innards.

Roy shook his head and began to continuously create clouds, integrating them into the Sky Island.

Gradually, as Roy felt he could manipulate this Sky Island.

"God, this is freshly boiled fish soup, please enjoy it."

Albert, who only had one arm, reverently brought a bowl of fish soup to Roy.

At this moment, Roy was a miracle in Albert's eyes.

Therefore, he automatically applied the title of god to Roy.

In his eyes, Roy was the God of Miracles sent by heaven to save them.

And it was indeed so.

As the person before them manipulated the cloud sea, throwing fish onto the shore.

From that moment on, all the people on Puka Island had become Roy's believers.

Of course, Roy didn't care about the faith of these Sky Islanders.

Because in his eyes, these Sky Islanders were nothing more than subordinates and slaves.