Word Spirit

Thump thump thump—

Lu Ban knocked gently on the door and soon received a response from the maid.

"Please come in."

He Door Opening and entered Amber's room.

Compared to the other rooms on the ship, this room was obviously more luxurious, with silk curtains and quilts, various metal utensils, and even a painting of flowers and birds. The room did not have the damp and musty smell that was typical of ships; instead, it had a faint scent of incense that calmed the mind.

Amber's maid was a girl of similar age, but her emotions were more outwardly expressed, and she had a somewhat arrogant air about her.

As for Amber herself, dressed in a shrine maiden's outfit, she was kneeling on the bed with her eyes closed, meditating.

"My lady, we are being attacked from both sides, and there is also a torrential rain that may be caused by a spell. The captain sent me to ask for your help."

Lu Ban then stated his demands.

Since this thunderstorm was created by the shrine maiden, then Amber, who is also a shrine maiden, should theoretically be able to stop it.

If he can't even handle this, then Amber's reputation as a genius isn't entirely well-deserved.

"I see."

Amber opened her eyes, which had been closed the whole time.

Deep within his Amber eyes, Lu Ban saw flames flickering.

She got out of bed, put on her wooden clogs, went to the window, and opened it.

Thud—

A violent wind, carrying raindrops, rushed into the room, soaking Amber's hair and clothes.

But the flames in her eyes seemed to burn even more intensely.

Lu Ban heard Amber muttering incantations. The sound was just like the ramblings of an evil god that Lu Ban had heard countless times, which was irritating, gave him a headache, and drove him to madness.

The maidservant next to her covered her ears, stood a little further away, and frowned.

The next moment, before Lu Ban could even begin to doubt the power of the Amber, a beam of light descended from the dark clouds.

The dense dark clouds were pushed aside by the light, Lu Ban looked up to see the clear sky and stars above the light.

The light enveloped the two ships, and wherever it touched, the previously boiling and churning seawater calmed down.

The light spread rapidly, reaching the surrounding sea. The sky seemed to have been pierced and torn apart by fingers. Peace and tranquility replaced the violence and agitation, like a noisy baby being soothed by its mother's lullaby.

Amber's voice grew louder.

The layers upon layers of babbling made the maid leave the room immediately. Lu Ban listened to them, but he couldn't understand them. However, he could still sense a certain meaning in the language.

It was as if they were communicating.

As Momiji had previously told Lu Ban, Harmony Island's extraordinary power was composed of spells and Word Spirit.

A technique is a spell, which is a space constructed in a certain way and the control and domination of that space.

The Word Spirit is a binding oath, a vow and agreement made with another through language.

At this moment, the Amber is probably communicating with this ocean.

Lu Ban could feel the tremors coming from the depths of the ocean, and the sky seemed to calm down because of the language of Amber.

He looked out the window, and in the swaying wind and rain, several lights flashed on the warship opposite.

"Fire!"

The next moment, several explosions rang out around the fleet.

"How is this possible?"

In the captain's cabin of the flagship, the captain from Harmony Island wore an expression of disbelief.

"This is a storm created by the combined efforts of at least twenty quasi-shrine maidens, and she managed to fight it off all by herself?"

The captain found this completely unbelievable.

He even began to waver.

Is my current attack on this candidate for Head Miko really the right thing to do?

Should we really fire back under such immense power?

But someone nearby shoved the captain aside.

"Calibrate the cannon and prepare for test firing."

Thunder Commander, holding the secret order from the one in power, now possesses authority exceeding that of the captain and can command the entire fleet.

The first mate dared not disobey orders. In his eyes, the two men were bandaged and acted strangely, but they were powerful and had great authority. No one could disobey them.

The guns at the bow of the ship quickly opened fire, but the target was near the two ships, not quite close enough.

"Full speed ahead, all artillery ready, prepare for the second round of firing."

Thunder then gave the order.

"The other party has only mastered a little bit of sorcery, nothing to fear."

To reassure the public, Thunder added a sentence.

Although everyone already knew that their target was a rival of the Head Miko, this verbal pretext was still an excuse many people used to deceive themselves.

The fleet sailed against the wind and waves, and the second round of bombardment was quickly prepared.

The three warships approached from the sides, revealing twenty-three side-spinning cannons on one side. Even though the accuracy of these cannons was not even as good as that of a seventy-year-old man, they were still able to hit a few shots under the barrage of more than sixty rounds.

Four warships on the other side also approached the fleet, and they were also ready for battle.

Two against seven is a numerical disadvantage that should absolutely be avoided in naval warfare of this era.

"Fire at will."

"Thunder gave the order."

With the roar of cannons, countless black bullets burst from the sides, falling in graceful parabolas toward the large ship flying the Sakura Island flag.

At the same time, the two ships, one large and one small, also opened fire.

After a brief silence, the sound of an explosion surpassed the roar of Thunder, echoing across the sea.

Rumble rumble rumble—

Many shells fell into the sea and exploded in the shallow water, sending up towering splashes.

Some of the shells also hit the ship.

The wooden hull was pierced by the enormous impact, and then an explosion rang out, accompanied by wood chips and screams of people, with blood and severed limbs scattering into the sea.

Thunder saw that at least ten shells had hit the enemy flagship. Such damage was not enough to sink it, but the area affected by the sunlight was expanding. He did not want to fight the Chosen of the Gods face to face and hoped to resolve the situation behind the scenes through warfare.

Suddenly, Thunder noticed that a friendly ship next to him seemed to be having a problem.

A dark figure leaped out of the water and jumped into the hull of the boat.

Then, an explosion erupted from the ship, causing secondary explosions of ammunition near the unfired cannons, accompanied by screams and wails. Within the time it took for two rounds of shelling, the ship was engulfed in flames.

"Chosen of the Gods?"

Thunder sensed something was amiss.

"I'll go take a look."

Nearby, Flash, who could no longer contain himself, was about to go over to check the situation when Thunder pointed to the flagship, which had already been hit by several shells and whose mainmast was teetering on the brink of collapse.

"No, you go straight onto the ship and make sure you kill the witch."

For Thunder, the other Chosen of the Gods are not important; as long as they can complete their missions here first, they can choose to return.

As for the others, they are irrelevant.

"No problem."

Flash chuckled softly, then turned into a wisp of smoke and flew out the window.

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