0-15: "The Fourth Sun"

The immense energy transformed into a surging impact, instantly spreading across the entire sea surface.

"Boom!!!"

Only then did the sound of the explosion finally resound on the sea. Centered on the point of explosion, the impact, like that of a raging beast, instantly pushed aside the air currents and displaced the seawater. From high above, the sea surface appeared to cave in instantly, with layer upon layer of "ripples" spreading outwards. But to those actually on the sea, those "ripples" were in reality a colossal wave!

Moreover, the impact also generated extremely strong Gale that howled in, carrying the power to Destruction everything!

Countless Intis warships were tossed into the sky by the giant waves and torn to shreds in the terrible Storm.

The impact continued to spread until it reached the edge of the dense fog, further expanding the Fog- free sea area before finally ending.

A few seconds later.

"Waaah"

Winds from the opposite direction began to surge in from all directions, replenishing the air lost at the explosion's epicenter. The Tide surged and the sunken sea surface recovered. Accompanying this wind was a gust of dirty, messy rain.

Flesh fragments, shipwrecks, rags, timber... everything mingled with the rain, falling one after another.

"Hiss..."

The seawater was churning, and the heat from the impact boiled the Sea. Every now and then, pieces of shipwrecks, severed limbs, and heads with their eyes wide open were pushed ashore by the bubbling hot water.

The entire sea area was a scene of utter devastation. Most of the warships in the core area were shattered, while those in the peripheral areas fared slightly better, with only a small portion remaining intact. The "Fog Sea Fleet," which the Intis were so proud of, had suffered a devastating blow.

"Medic! Medic!"

"Aaaaaah... my arm, my arm is cooked!"

"Lord, Sun..."

The sound of boiling water, the screams of the wounded, the sound of filthy blood falling... all the sounds mixed together, ultimately forming an ensemble that seemed to come from hell.

"Ah!"

Lieutenant Philip awoke from his coma to find himself in a chaotic scene. He sat up in alarm, quickly checking himself over, only to discover that he was completely unharmed!

I'm so Luck!

Praise the Sun!

Philip was overjoyed, feeling that he must have been favored and blessed by the Lord. He thought that once he returned to Intis, he might be able to use this to join the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun, rise through the ranks, and exchange doctrines with noble ladies...

By the way, where's Pierre?!

Philip daydreamed for a moment, then remembered something more important and looked toward the center of the explosion, where the two ships were still facing each other.

The golden, holy armor had crumbled at some point, and Jean- Pierre had returned to human form, landing on the bow of the ironclad warship. His pristine white robes were now scorched yellow, his aged face appeared extremely weary, and most importantly, his once clear and bright eyes had dimmed considerably.

Although he successfully blocked the fatal blow, the Archbishop looked somewhat exhausted.

"My fleet..."

François shook his head and sighed from behind, looking at the mess on the sea around him with a pained expression on his face.

He felt not sadness over the sailor's death, but rather a sense of regret, like accidentally losing a piece of property.

"I didn't expect Roselle to be so generous, actually using a Sequence 2 Potion on it."

He sighed, looking across the street.

On the other side, the woman in the black dress was also looking at them with disdain.

She reached out again and placed her hand on the cannon. Chaos and disorder regained control of the surrounding space, and powerful Spirituality gathered within the black cannon, ready to fire the second shell!

"Splash..."

However, at that moment, black chains suddenly shot out, tightened around her body, and sank her deep inside!

A complex expression quickly spread across the woman's delicate face, a mixture of anger and pain. Although she longed to launch another attack, the chains bound her tightly, hindering her movements.

Although she possesses Angel- level power, she cannot use it freely due to severe limitations!

"Fortunately, just as the intelligence indicated, she's being restrained by Roselle."

François, seeing this, finally breathed a sigh of relief, raised his voice, and shouted to the old man in front of him, "Archbishop Pierre, if you still have any winning strategy in mind, use it now! If we delay any longer, our mission will fail!"

"I don't need you to remind me of that."

Jean- Pierre first looked around to see the fleet's miserable state, then stared intently at the black three-masted sailing ship opposite him, a deep hatred gradually welling up in his clear eyes.

"The evils left behind by Roselle are still causing death and injury even now..."

He spoke softly, his intense emotions buried deep within his calm words, like a volcano about to erupt.

"Bring me 0-15!"

Finally, Jean- Pierre shouted.

On the deck, the priests' faces simultaneously radiated fervor and joy.

"Yes!"

They spoke fervently and began to organize their men. Soon, four priests emerged from the depths of the ship's hold, carrying a wooden frame on their shoulders, their eyes blindfolded, and slowly walked across the deck. The priests surrounded them, excitedly chanting prayers for the Eternal Blazing Sun and bowing their heads to the object on the frame.

The priests walked over to Pierre and knelt down together, lowering the wooden frame so that the items on it were just within the Archbishop's reach.

On the wooden shelf sat an object wrapped in many layers of Parchment, which looked quite unremarkable.

"Then I'll excuse myself..."

Major General François's Spirituality instincts were screaming a warning. As Hunter, he trusted his intuition completely. He chuckled, turned, and went into the cabin, hiding in the shadows.

Jean- Pierre stepped forward slowly, his face reverent, and picked up the Parchment wrapping.

"Call-

-"

The four priests turned to ashes at the same time, and were completely dispersed by the sea breeze.

Praise the Sun!

The priests prayed fervently to the dust particles dissipating in the air, "Blessed are those who burn themselves for the glory of the Lord, and who shall be praised by the Lord..."

Pierre did not join in the prayer, but slowly unsealed the Parchment. It was ordinary paper without any supernatural elements, as if torn from some ancient book, with lines of handwritten Ancient Feysac on it. "I am the beginning, and I am the end."

"I am the way, the truth, and the life."

"God said, 'Let There Be Light,' and there was light."

"The earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and his Spirit hovered over the waters..."

Sealed Artifact 0-15, "The Fourth Sun"!