The Holy Hall Fleet stretched across the sea like gods descending from heaven, majestic and invincible.
At the center, the Pope's Flagship was encrusted with dazzling gold leaf. Though the details could not be seen clearly on the sand table, it still gleamed brilliantly beneath the sunlight, like a floating Golden Sanctuary.
At the bow stood a statue holding a scepter, exaggerated yet imposing.
Twelve medium warships formed a tight diamond formation on either flank, their iron armor grim and their decks loaded with ballistae. Ships from various regions continued joining the fleet from all around.
The fleet was constantly growing.
"With a force like this, they're probably planning to make an example of Treasure Island," Wu Heng murmured as he looked at the sand table.
It was only a battle between heroes. There was no need for a fleet of this scale.
Such an exaggerated and high-profile display made their purpose obvious. They were certain Wu Heng's side would lose, and they wanted to restore the Church's prestige.
"Granda, Beni, Xiaoxiao, come over here," Wu Heng called to those behind him.
The three wraiths silently drifted behind him, their gazes all falling upon the sand table.
"Wow! So many ships!" Xiaoxiao cried out.
"The Church Fleet? They're even faster than expected..." Beni raised her brows. "It feels like they can't wait to attack us right now."
Based on their estimates, it should have taken at least one or two months for the Church to assemble its fleet and mobilize troops from different regions.
Yet this enormous fleet had already reached the Emerald Sea. Clearly, the other side was more impatient than they had imagined.
"They're probably afraid the Association will interfere again." Granda remained much calmer. "Lilith's intelligence has all been vague, which means they want to destroy Treasure