Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 777 - 668 Chaos Battle!

The Phaletis Twelve Colonies are adjacent to the north-south spanning Abayachi Mountains, stretching from the Georgia Territory in the south to the Abayachi Plateau in Buffalo in the north.

This is a truly enormous folded mountain range, which has undergone at least three mountain-building events and long periods of erosion in geological history, gradually forming many parallel small mountain ridges with extremely complex terrain.

Therefore, the Abayachi Mountains have become a natural barrier that stretches east to west, blocking the footsteps of Phaletis colonists along the Black Sea coast from further expansion westward.

However, during the rampant "Spirit Tide," it transformed into the "Abayachi Defense Line," allowing the colonies to avoid directly facing the tide’s impact and enjoy a survival environment far superior to the inland areas.

Yet, except for the Extraordinaries, no one has the ability to march through the rugged Abayachi Mountains, much less traverse the Eastern Plains governed by the Phaletis People.

Although composed of diverse groups with different intentions, a 40,000-strong elite army with a common goal invisibly made its way along the western foothills of this mountain range, heading straight north to Lake Huron.

In fact.

Even if they were not hidden, it would not matter. With the outbreak of the "Spirit Tide," under the harsh living conditions of increasingly powerful Spirit Ghosts on the New Continent, even Extraordinaries with various supernatural powers would be unable to place numerous scouts beyond their own territories.

So when the coalition warriors covered in various animal hides crossed Lake Huron—the original homeland of the Hurons—taking advantage of the night and were about to approach the Iroquois settlement on the northern shore, they were only then discovered by the warriors stationed there.

Toot——

The sharp sound of a bone whistle echoed through the night sky.

"Hurons! Enemy attack!!!"

Seeing the familiar enemy, whom even if turned to ashes they would recognize—their mortal foe, the Hurons—the Iroquois warriors wasted no time in striking back. Typically more powerful, they found themselves unexpectedly on the defensive, angered beyond restraint by the Hurons’ bold aggression.

"Fire!"

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!...

The Iroquois had always been allies of the Sak Empire, trading captured fur for trade rifles, iron pots, swords, fabric...and other weapons and daily necessities, naturally ensuring their firearms supply.

The coalition forces on the other side were certainly not to be outdone, and they fired back.

After accumulating resources over the years, and thanks to the recent opening of the "Lake Erie Canal," benefiting from Aiven’s large-scale "trade rifle-fur exchange" through the "Hartson Fur Company," the coalition forces boasted a high trade rifle equipment rate.

Especially the trade rifles produced by the "Vulcan Metals Company," though simple in design and cost-effective, benefitted from the foundational craftsmanship laid by the "Mechanical Immortality School." With the connections between Apsuya and Milan, their reliability, precision, and range surpassed the inferior products transported long distances by the Sak Empire.

The lines of fire spewed from both sides interlaced over the lake, but in the darkness, whether firing from moving rafts or shooting at moving targets from the shore, the hit rate was extremely low.

"Not good, it’s not just the Hurons! ’Fierce Tiger Spirit,’ how could so many tribes unite to attack the mighty Iroquois?"

As the distance between both sides closed, the Iroquois warriors discovered more and more rafts crossing the lake, along with other tribal armies surging in from connections between Lake Huron and nearby lakes, alerting them to the impending trouble.

However.

Dong! Dong! Dong!...

Toot——!

At this moment, some of the Tribal Shaman Wizards leading the charge commenced beating the "Tebonaster" hand drums or sounding bone flutes crafted from raptor wing bones.

The mournful songs merged into one:

"’Spirit of the Giant Bear’ Gleam!

You are the embodiment of the War God’s (our brother’s) might!

The forests are your fur!

The mountains are your arms!

The plateau is your head!

..."

[Shamanism: Vigoration]

The Hurons, who came with the intent of complete destruction, with overwhelming military superiority, naturally spared no effort from the very start.

The native warriors empowered by "Shamanism" had eyes slightly reddened, and drew their fine steel blades.

Meanwhile, the "Brown Bear Warriors" who worship the "Spirit of the Giant Bear" Gleam, raised their obsidian saw swords "Makawit," crafted from white hard wood, resin, sharp obsidian shards, and blessed by Shamanism.

As they approached the shore, they roared and charged out of the shallow waters.

"The masters of Lake Huron have returned!"

"Ooh-ha——!"

Buzzing...

Amid the dizzying cacophony of flute sounds, swarms of venomous bees burst forth from clay jars placed at the warriors’ feet on the rafts, forming a black and yellow cloud. They were faster than the warriors’ steps, striking first against the hastily organized Iroquois defenders on the shore.

[Shamanism: Poisonous Plague Insects]

Their numerical advantage combined with the unexpected ambush granted the coalition an immediate massive advantage.

"Hahaha, tribesmen, charge with me, roar!"

The Huron chieftain serving as the coalition’s commander, who was also Apsuya’s father, Hakaruto, seemed convinced the centuries-long enmity would end by his hand. Roaring, he transformed into a massive brown bear and led the charge onto the shoreline with overwhelming force.

And Apsuya, as a powerful [Hunter] who had reached the Tier 2 Peak, also had to lead from the front. Within the Atrean system of governance, only the strongest become leaders, so even female chieftains are not uncommon.

Hoo——!

From the beast tooth necklace around her neck, a blue spirit flame swiftly shot out, instantly spreading across her body.

Blue beast patterns akin to a lynx’s fur emerged on the smooth, wheat-colored skin of the girl. Triangular ears extended from her head, and a long tail swayed behind her, making a whistling sound.

[Ability: Mountain Cat Soul]

Whoosh!

The perfect muscle lines under the wheat-colored skin flowed smoothly like ripples, transforming into an incredibly powerful burst of strength. As she suddenly surged forward, Apsuya suddenly wielded two large-caliber revolvers, [Black Steel].

Brilliant gunfire flashed.

She unleashed terrifying firepower capable of killing an elephant with one shot towards the "Fierce Tiger Warriors" continuously emerging from the enemy camp. Even a powerful totem warrior who had transformed into a tiger was blown to bits by a single shot.

Behind them, the allied extraordinary individuals showcased their abilities one after another, following suit.

Boom——!

At the same time, spiritual light burst forth in the sky.

The roars of bears and tigers filled the air.

"Uwakala! Today, your Iroquois will come to an end! Hahaha...."

"Hmph, what you say doesn’t count!"

Clearly, in such a battle meant to decisively end a century-old destiny, "Spirit of the Giant Bear" Gleam, as the Huron totem god, was personally present, fiercely clashing with the "Fierce Tiger Spirit".

He was determined to hold this old rival firmly in place, even at some cost.

As long as he took care of his subordinate tribes, the "Fierce Tiger Spirit" not yet able to break free from the shackles of faith as an upper totem god could only decline with its tribe.

In a corner of the ground battlefield.

Knowing his own limits, Milan had not only handed his [Black Steel] to his lover, but had also taken out "Echoes of Space-Time," ready at any moment to activate the built-in [Solidification: Space Jumpboard] to rescue Apsuya.

The fate and destiny of the Hurons were not his concern; his purpose in coming here with the army was solely to ensure the safety of that girl, nothing more.

Flames soared, and war cries echoed in the sky.

As the midnight clamor gradually subsided, the situation began to clarify.

While the two Tier 4 opposing totem gods in the sky remained locked in a stalemate, on the ground, the Iroquois, due to heavy casualty losses, began to retreat step by step, and the allied victory was gradually becoming irreversible.

A massive sense of crisis suddenly struck Milan’s heart.

He abruptly looked up towards the eastern sky, his pupils suddenly shrinking. At this moment, his feelings could only be described with a quivering line from a song:

ooh no! ooh no! ooh NoNoNono～!

....

Roughly at the same time.

On the "Broken Star Islands" buffer zone, on an island where Night Spirits and Ilya remnants once peacefully coexisted, Yellen’s corruption work had been completely finished.

To avoid intense internal conflict, he deliberately extended the corruption time. As of today, all intelligent beings on the island, from humans to Night Spirits, had become members of the "Insectoids".

After being corrupted, the wisdom of intelligent beings remains unaffected, though their mind is entirely twisted. However, these "corrupted believers" still had significant differences compared to genuine believers.

The faith they could provide to the "Chaos Worm" was perhaps less than one-tenth of that from genuine believers, so Yellen’s next strategic move, similar to the swarm, was to have "corrupted believers" spread the ancient god’s power far and wide.

For a god, having ample followers means possessing everything.

Inside the [Clock Tower], there were no intelligent beings, and his task was to establish faith anchors in the material world, covertly nurturing more "corrupted believers" for the slumbering "Chaos Worm".

But for such a power, which goes against common sense, probably no intelligent being would willingly accept it. Once one’s spirituality is polluted, they are no longer themselves, so no matter how strong, what then?

So there is only one way to force corruption, and that is - war!

Scuffling...

Most of the humans who came by ship had become Insectoids, their eyes shrinking, facial bones protruding, their bodies covered with a layer of ivory-colored chitin armor, seemingly donning powered exoskeletons like future warriors.

Though details differ for each, the strength has greatly increased.

It seems that this corruption power from ancient gods fits better with them than with mere humans.

Many of the Night Spirits transformed into half-spiders, with most lower bodies becoming spiders, while the upper bodies remained the beautiful Night Spirits. Among them, a few uniquely gifted Night Spirits broke through racial barriers due to "corruption," retaining human form while growing eight blade-like spider legs from their backs, directly advancing to Tier 2 Peak or even Tier 3.

They have shifted from their previous timid nature to its extreme opposite.

The only one still retaining human semblance, Yellen, looked at his first batch of "corrupted seeds," his heart swelling with immense ambition. He waved his hand:

"Set out! We will conquer this world for the god!"

The entire crew embarked on the [Legendary Battleship: Southern Cross], silently advancing towards the nearest island in the buffer zone.

Evidently, a bloody storm was about to break out here even before Aiven and his team initiated the "Broken Star Sea" exploration plan. When they truly reached the boundaries of the world, who knows what kind of an entirely altered world they would face...