Full! Scale! War!

The day was sunny and breezy.

A light drizzle fell in the morning, making the roads a little muddy, but the sky soon cleared. February was approaching, the time for sowing, and with the help of thousands of Slave working tirelessly, Soren finally dug the irrigation canal connecting the river and even used Spell to Transmute Mud to Rock a simple dam. The mage's role was undoubtedly crucial; the Transmute Mud to Rock was a joint effort by Goria and Vivian, completed in just two days.

Such dams transform soil into solid stones, and their effect is estimated to be much better than that of Cement dams.

A network of irrigation ditches extends across nearly 5,000 acres of farmland. This is only the first phase of land that Soren has cultivated. The abundance of Slave allows him to exploit their labor value with confidence. He estimates that he will complete the reclamation of at least 10,000 acres this year. 10,000 acres of land is enough to easily achieve self-sufficiency for the Port Nyanzaru. Once self-sufficiency is achieved, Soren will have virtually no worries.

Food, land, and population.

These three elements are more valuable than gold in times of chaos, and are also key to future access to the Deity realm.

Rumble!

A muffled thud suddenly came from Soren's residence, and then Soren stood up excitedly. However, unlike before, he now had two Fireball floating in his palms, about the size of fists. The flames were highly concentrated and then hovered in his palms, leaping out with a dazzling light as he moved.

--[Melf's Minute Meteors]!

After spending so much time, Soren finally memorized the 3rd-level Spell.

Rumble!

Soren took a deep breath, surveyed his surroundings, and then leaped into the air, rising to a height of nearly twelve meters. He then swung his hand forward, and a Fireball the size of a fist shot out. Unlike Fireball, this fireball was more like a solid object, feeling like Fireball put rather than an energy form. The fist-sized Fireball hurtled out at incredible speed, striking the target in front of him in the next instant. The target was then blasted into countless pieces of wood, leaving only a bare wooden handle.

Boom boom boom!

A series of explosions rang out, and five targets in front of Soren were blown to pieces in a single second. These training targets were basically blown to smithereens, with only one or two occasionally pierced through the middle and blown apart, demonstrating astonishing destructive power! Even when Soren used the Elven War Bow +2 at full power, he was unable to penetrate these wooden targets that were nearly ten centimeters thick.

bump.

Soren crouched down on one knee, the two Fireball floating in his palms dimming considerably. In less than a second, with his astonishing agility, he launched five attacks in an instant.

--"Melf's Minute Meteors [Maximize Spell]!"

The power of Melf's Minute Meteors, transformed into 5th-level Spell using the Maximize Spell Feat, exceeded Soren's expectations. He needed a full-force strike to achieve that level of damage, but this Spell only required throwing it. At Soren's current casting level, a single Melf's Minute Meteors [Maximize Spell] could be used 11 times. At his current casting speed, disregarding accuracy, he could complete the attack in two or three seconds—just a moment's hesitation—and he could unleash over a dozen Melf's Minute Meteors in quick succession, leaving Sauron's face a jumbled mess!

Rumble!

All the targets were destroyed. Soren had no choice but to turn his attention to the wall next to him.

A Melf's Minute Meteors blast struck, instantly creating a crater nearly five centimeters deep in the wall, with a small-scale blast effect. Its destructive power was roughly equivalent to that of an Magic Missile. This means that Soren's Melf's Minute Meteors had a destructive power exceeding thirty points, while his current full-force Sword Momentum without activating his sword aura only had a destructive power of around forty points.

certainly.

As a god-slaying Spell of the third ring, Melf's Minute Meteors has far more uses than just that.

The Minute Meteors it emits are equivalent to a +5 level Supernatural Weapon, which can be simply converted into a +5 penetration level. Most supernatural Hit Points cannot be completely immune to the damage it causes.

Rumble!

Five Minute Meteors were fired in succession, blasting a hole in the wall. The entire wall gradually cracked and finally collapsed with a loud rumble.

"Your Mightiness!"

Soon, the sounds of pirate Patrol Guard could be heard outside, and a patrol team that heard the commotion rushed over.

Soren stopped, glanced at them, and waved, saying, "It's alright!"

"You few go to the warehouse and get some armor. Bring back Leather Armor, chainmail, Studded Leather Armor, and Half-plate— all of them."

The subordinate quickly obeyed and left.

A few minutes later, they brought over a pile of armor.

Soren hastily crafted wooden frames with his sword, then had his men put the Leather Armor on them. Having memorized the Spell "Melf's Minute Meteors [Maximize Spell]" in both of his 5th-level Spell, Soren chanted the incantation again, and two fist-sized Fireball reappeared in his palms. He first hurled them at the first Leather Armor armor frame, and with a deafening boom, the Leather Armor shattered instantly, leaving the front of the chest area mangled beyond recognition.

The second experiment involved chainmail.

Soren swung his hand and unleashed a Minute Meteors. With a muffled explosion, the chainmail shattered in the middle, creating a hole about ten centimeters in diameter.

Then there's the Studded Leather Armor, which was blown to bits.

However, when Soren tested the Half-plate, the results were quite different. The Half-plate was made of relatively intact iron plates hammered together, essentially a simpler Full Plate Armor. The Melf's Minute Meteors only created a dent, not destroying the armor. This was roughly the limit of Soren's current Spell power, under the [Maximize Spell] Feat, that he could overwhelm. The Half-plate could barely protect against the Minute Meteors's damage; the Full Plate Armor would be much better. Other armor types were practically paper-thin under the penetration effect of a +5 Supernatural Weapon.

"This effect is comparable to a high-explosive grenade!"

Soren waved his hand with satisfaction, blasting a crater in the ground with a single blow, and then ordered, "Clean up these things."

Its destructive power is astonishing!

It wasn't in vain that Soren spent so much time memorizing it. The only drawback is that each Spell only has 11 Minute Meteors projectiles, and the hit rate needs to be controlled by the user.

Minute Meteors travel at high speeds, but whether they hit their target depends on the user's accuracy.

This Spell cannot be controlled by mind!

To explain using data, it means you need to judge the accuracy yourself. In this respect, Soren has a huge advantage because no pure Wizard can match his accuracy.

I've done a simple tidying up.

Soren rose and went to inspect the port. Thanks to the support of the Temple of Wealth, the Port Nyanzaru, which already possessed natural harbor advantages, was largely completed, and there was no problem accommodating a number of ships. The next step was to further expand the port. On the other side, the land sold to the Church of Fortune had already been used to build houses, but the central location still only had a foundation, as that was where the Church of Fortune was to build its temple.

These guys who love gold actually insisted on building the temple using blocks of Marble.

Anyone with even a basic understanding of architecture knows how much manpower and financial resources would be required to build something entirely out of pure white Marble.

There wasn't much Marble nearby, and no Marble quarries had been found. So the materials for building the temple might have to be transported from elsewhere. The somewhat fanatical Wealth Cleric believed that only pure white Marble was worthy of the Lady of Fortune's temple, so they actually used a fleet of ships to transport it from other places, which was an outrageous waste.

They went across the ocean just to transport Marble to build a temple; you have to admit they were incredibly extravagant!

It's not Soren's place to interfere in what others do.

Since the land has already been sold to them, let them take their time transporting the Marble they want to use to build a temple.

Soren was somewhat worried that the Church of Fortune might expand too quickly in the port.

Golden Priest was still decked out in jewels. This woman was actually quite beautiful and very shrewd in her dealings with others, but her ostentatious gold attire was rather jarring, especially given the abundance of unscrupulous pirates around. Upon seeing Soren, she seemed intent on striking up a conversation. However, just then, a somewhat dilapidated Warship entered the harbor, its flag torn at one corner—it was Soren's Black Flag!

There's something going on.

Soren's pupils shrank almost instantly, and he charged forward in a flash.

The Warship quickly approached the port. From a distance, one could see a lot of bloodstains and some corpses piled up on the deck.

They were all pirates under Soren's command, some of whom were Elite Troops he had a good impression of. Now they were all corpses lying on the deck. The Warship was covered with marks from swords and spears, showing that it had been through a fierce battle. Even the masts had marks from cannon fire. Some parts of the cabins were slightly leaking. The entire Warship was severely damaged.

"Your Throat Cutter Slitter!"

Covered in blood, Scarface limped out, supported by an elite pirate. His left arm was gone, tightly bandaged—bandaging wouldn't stop the bleeding; the wound had been scalded shut, sealing the artery. This nearly six-foot-tall North man pushed aside his men, staggered to Soren, and immediately knelt down, his face filled with grief and indignation. "Your subordinate is incompetent!"

"Serpent Island has fallen to Asroder! All our brothers suffered heavy casualties; we barely managed to break through and escape!"

"But they burned Serpent Island to the ground!"

Click!!!

The wooden planks beneath Soren's feet cracked inch by inch, and his face turned ashen in an instant. A strong killing intent made everyone uneasy.

"How is that possible?!"

Soren practically growled through his teeth, each word a furious utterance. "Asroder's elite troops are all stationed along the Eastern Route; how could they possibly be capable of sneaking around and capturing Serpent Island?"

Scarface lowered his head deeply, saying with shame, "It was the Rosard Chamber of Commerce! We never expected that Asroder would secretly collude with the Duchy of Rosado! They launched a surprise attack on Serpent Island, catching us completely off guard!"

Duchy of Rosado?

Soren gradually calmed down and said in a deep voice, "The Rosard Chamber of Commerce? The Duchy of Rosado? The Red Dragon Duchess?"

"Asroder has joined forces with them?"

"Where is the Temple of the Sea?"

"Such important information! The Temple of the Sea hasn't reacted at all? Didn't they come to the rescue when Serpent Island was attacked?"

Scarface's expression was somewhat somber as he slowly said, "We sent out reinforcements, but Serpent Island fell too quickly. There's been no news from the Temple of the Sea Temple of the Sea, and we don't even know if they're aware of it."

Naga Priestess!

Upon hearing this, Soren's gaze sharpened. He stomped his foot so hard that a section of the ground shattered.

How could they possibly know nothing about it?

Port Tyler is not far from Serpent Island, where Soren has stockpiled a large amount of supplies and heavily guarded it. Taking Serpent Island won't be easy; how could the Temple of the Sea be completely unaware of this?

Soren took a deep breath.

The oppressive atmosphere made everyone nearby afraid to even breathe. After a moment, he helped the Scarface to his feet and asked in a deep voice, "Can you still fight?"

Scarface, who had thought he was doomed, suddenly raised his head, Perseverance face resolute and determined, and said, "Yes!!!"

Serpent Island has fallen.

He almost thought he was going to die, after all, it was a very important base for Soren, where a large amount of supplies were stockpiled.

As the pirate leader of the Shipwreck Bay route, his responsibility was undoubtedly the greatest.

It wouldn't be surprising if Your Throat Cutter Slitter, simply executed him.

"Golden Priest."

Soren turned around, looked at the Wealth Cleric beside him, and bowed slightly, saying, "Thank you for your trouble."

Golden Priest's expression was also somewhat solemn. Hearing this, he nodded slightly and said, "It's a small matter. Regenerate is not a troublesome Divine Magic. He will be able to fight again soon."

"Hmm." Soren nodded slightly, then ordered his men in a deep voice, "Summon everyone to the Council Hall!"

A somber atmosphere permeated the Port Nyanzaru.

The pirates, who had been frolicking and playing, all became quiet and gathered together with serious expressions. One by one, the pirate leaders hurried to the Council Hall, their expressions all extremely solemn, as if a storm was about to break.

Half-Elf First Mate - Kasa.

Red-Haired Female Pirate Adele Isabella.

Dark Blade Andri, Boss the Andri Drow Warrior

Scarface.

One-Eyed.

Tiger Shark.

Jazz.

housekeeper.

All the pirate leaders, big and small, under Soren's command gathered in the Council Hall. Scarface, who had just regained his left hand, had a Scarface expression and was silently wiping his sword.

Soren stood in the center of the hall, surveying the assembled pirate captains. He said in a deep voice, "Serpent Island has fallen!"

The hall was quiet.

The other pirate leaders clearly knew this information before they arrived.

There was no fear or dread in their eyes. On the contrary, there was a Blood Frenzy excitement; the silence of the past few weeks had fueled their craving for Slaughter.

After all, they were all ruthless and bloodthirsty pirates in the past!

Having witnessed the founding of Port Nyanzaru firsthand, these pirate leaders had ample confidence in Soren. Therefore, their first reaction upon receiving the news was that they no longer needed to confine themselves to construction in their lair. With the fall of Serpent Island, Throat Cutter would undoubtedly enrage him, and a war with Pirate King Asroder was practically a certainty!

Soren's expression was cold. He scanned the hall with his gaze and said in a deep voice, "Gather the troops!"

"Adele - Isabella! Go and gather the pirate fleet from Shipwreck Bay!... One-Eyed!... Go to Port Tyler to assemble your forces and request support from the Temple of the Sea!... Kasa (Half-Elf First Mate)!... Lead the Dragon Head Giant Warship to cut off the Eastern Route!... Do not allow any Asroder ships to approach the South Coast!... Dark Blade - Andri! Send word to the Drow High Priest! They must send men into battle this time!... The rest of you, gather your men and follow me!..."

"This time, we're going to wage a full-scale war against Asroder!!!"

(P. S.: That's all for today. 4500 words. There should be two updates tomorrow.) (To be continued~^~)