Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 880 - 757: Success and the Critical Moment

As the incubation period of the bacteria ends, and the preset action commands for the "Flesh Puppets" by Aiven come into effect.

In the Zongderilic Country, in the Ariane Country, in the Triton Country, in the Xiloyus Country, ... Oriana Country, Omorpos Country, and Antai Country, these nine Royal Capitals excluding Oyufemos Country.

Boom——!

In the civilian living areas where electricity has been widely established, in these massive cities that already resemble sleepless towns, accompanied by the sound of violent explosions, a sudden blaze of fire lights up the entire night sky.

"Ah! Help!"

"Soldiers, soldiers, come quickly, there are monsters!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...

Two hundred hideous shadows leap swiftly among the elegant and varied buildings in the Royal Capital of Zongderilic Country, ranked first among the Ten Nations.

Aiven, inspired by the corrupted "Insectoids," added some carnivorous insect genetic code to the "Flesh Puppets." This batch of "Assassins" is naturally incredibly fast, armored with shells, and equipped with bone blades on their arms; they resemble giant humanoid insects.

After all, they are disposable tools, and there's no need to consider my grand and righteous image; being simple and efficient is most important.

Moreover, they have their own concealment abilities. As long as the soldiers even momentarily lose focus, they won't be able to keep up with the "Assassins' " movements, easily scattered by them.

As for the numerous citizens naturally born as Extraordinary in the city, perhaps due to living in comfort and luxury for too long, they've long forgotten how to fight.

In no time, these mere two hundred "Assassins" make their way through this prosperous Royal Capital as if it were an uninhabited land.

They not only collectively demolish iconic public buildings in the city, ignite large fires, but also release all the slaves in the city.

"We are free!"

"Quick, let's escape the city."

Aiven isn't going to let them go mad with indiscriminate slaughter; the thunder is loud but the rain is little. The main purpose is still to create a major turmoil that catches the attention of the higher-ups.

However, for the Zongderilic people, this isn't the most fatal part. As the attack begins, the special bacteria have long since passed the incubation period and immediately begin to wreak havoc.

"So itchy, so itchy! Help me!"

Like they've been cursed, countless people inexplicably feel itching on their hands, feet, scalp...all over their bodies. Some severe cases even feel the unbearable itchiness penetrating deep into their muscles, bones, intestines.

They can't scratch it or reach it, except for wailing helplessly which almost drives them mad.

Even Tier 3 Transcendents, once caught unknowingly, find it hard to escape.

This specially made "fungus" by Aiven acts fast and intensely, but the symptoms won't last long.

After the initial hour, it gradually weakens, eventually metabolized naturally by the human body, posing no threat to life nor causing any other complications.

Even with the mastery of the world's most advanced "biochemical weapon knowledge," Aiven can hold the line, not going berserk.

"Krisipos, what do you think we should do?"

"I don't know either, High Priest."

Those two hundred elusive attackers are manageable, but the General and the High Priest stationed in the city have no way of dealing with this strange illness, watching as the situation spirals out of control, the city filled with cries of despair.

Suddenly.

Boom!

Again, a thunderous explosion, smoke billows from the solemn Temple of the Civilization Main God Amphitrite at the center of the inner ring. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The towering fifteen-meter white marble statue had its legs blown off, collapsing with a shattering crash on the ground.

In a society where every social class looks upwards, a country ruled by Divine Sons on behalf of the gods, this clearly swings a bat at the sky of Zongderilic, poking a hole!

At this point, the matter is beyond the control of the General and the High Priest.

"Quick! Send a message to summon Your Majesty back!"

...

In the Royal Capital of Oyufemos Country, in the rotunda where laughter hasn't ceased for three days, scantily clad female slaves come and go, the entire city's operations almost coming to a halt, fully serving the Ten Kings.

"Cheers! Drink up!"

"Hey, Ariane, why so down? Are you still hung up on that female slave? Hahaha..."

"Oyufemos' slave was truly delightful, but sadly gone in one night. That's an experience I've never had before in my life, tsk tsk..."

The Divine Son Ariane indeed seemed distracted, not clear on what was special about the female slave who never awoke from start to finish but felt "she" opened a door to a new world for him.

Then, under the service of a beautiful female slave beside him, he took a hefty swig of wine. Even though the lioness Hsuermine hadn't appeared for several days, it failed to catch his attention.

Just as a group of Divine Sons were indulging themselves in enjoyment.

Beep beep beep...

Among the attendants standing by their sides, urgent alarm signals sounded one after another.

Not only one household but all the nine Kings apart from the host, Oyufemos, responded similarly. The intervals were scarcely more than ten seconds apart.

One Sound Transmission Box crafted from "mountain copper" was cautiously presented to the Divine Son by the attendants.

In the Zongderilic Empire, ordinary citizens and even citizens find it difficult to access this remote communication method, but for the upper echelons, it is quite common, just like the electromagnetic wave communication compatible with Aiven's Mind Network.

If such a thing didn't exist, it would indeed be challenging to orchestrate logistics over an area of four million square kilometers, not to mention the vast seas separating the islands.

Soon, an urgent voice transmitted from within:

"Your Majesty, something has happened. The Royal Capital has been attacked... The Grand Temple has been breached!"

"Your Majesty, someone has detonated the Grand Temple!"

"Your Majesty, the statue has collapsed..."

The messages were quite similar, focusing not on the rampant Flesh Puppets wreaking havoc throughout the city, nor the peculiar diseases endangering the populace, but on the symbol of their divine power and royal authority—Sea God Temple.

Crash...

A vast momentum burst forth from a group of people, instantly turning the once splendid round hall into a mess, with fine liquor and delicacies scattered everywhere, and the screams of bone-break and muscle-tear among the non-Extraordinary slaves.

"The Gathering Meeting and the Grand Arena are postponed; let's first hunt down the pathetic bugs daring to challenge divine power! Teach him what it means to revere the Gods and... power!"

No longer caring for indulgence, after exchanging glances, the eldest of the ten brothers, Zongderilic, set the tone.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!...

Swiftly, nine incredibly bright and furious lightning bolts tore through the dark night sky, shooting towards the four directions like scattered flowers.

Although each of them felt it odd that nine countries were attacked simultaneously, they still regarded the ordinary people as mere dust beneath them, recognizing them as the foundation of their peaceful enjoyment.

Moreover, the Sea God Temple is their bridge to communicate with the Father God, and the support of a Main God is their greatest reliance in ruling the human realm.

The sacred covenant formed after each annual "Ten Kings Gathering Meeting" was inscribed in blood on the divine pillars of each temple by the gladiator warriors, serving as proof of brotherly harmony to the Father God.

As for potential ambushes or failing to deal with the disrupting enemy?

Ha, on this land belonging to Zongderilic, they possess enough arrogant capital; the ten combined have no adversary that can make them furrow their brows.

Once all the Divine Sons have departed, King Oyufemos, gazing at the night sky with furrowed brows, soon realizing he is not the Lucky One either.

His Sound Transmission Box kept ringing, with reliable subordinates reporting that several island provinces around also suffered attacks, with local temples and statues being vandalized as the starting point.

Subsequently, some high-tier Transcendent stationed in the Royal Capital had to be dispatched.

"Where did these bugs come from, daring to challenge the majesty of the Gods; I will ensure they regret it for life!"

After the high-tier strength was continuously drawn away, King Oyufemos had already realized the Royal Capital beneath his feet was likely the true target of the enemy.

Despite pondering repeatedly without clarity, he stood on the high platform of the inner circle, glaring wide-eyed, awaiting the enemy who hadn't revealed themselves to show up, clearly confident in his power.

Crackling...

Suddenly, his brows furrowed, spotting a familiar bright electric light shooting from the south high up, the direction Ariane departed from in the east of the Empire.

Upon landing, it was indeed his brother who had just left.

At the moment, the red brocade robe on his body was somewhat tattered, his complexion pale, with unstable breathing; significantly weaker than when he had just left, his state evidently not good at all.

"Ariane, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

King Oyufemos didn't doubt, hurriedly moving forward to assist his "brother."

"I encountered a strong enemy's ambush on the way, Oyufemos, I need your help."

Yet, Ariane hadn't finished speaking.

Boom!

A vast ocean formed from thunder burst open above him, with a razor-sharp streak of blazing white resembling both a fish and a military knife, swimming and swaying vigorously, suddenly raising its head to emit an extremely loud dragon's roar.

Swiftly turning, it cleaves down towards Oyufemos, merely inches away, containing Aiven's Master-level Swordsmanship honed over ten years, each trajectory wondrously exquisite.

[Scenic: Thunderous Dragon Roar]

The Divine Son merely saw a sharp blazing white flash before him, the bone-chilling sense of crisis triggered his formidable survival instinct as a Divine Descendant, transforming into an electric light to fly away in retreat.

Only a hundred meters away did he unaidedly reappear, with doubt and uncertainty:

"Ariane, what are you doing? Wait, you're not Ariane!"

Seeing his "brother" collecting a Key capable of controlling all slave locks, then glancing at his own waist, finding it already empty.

After becoming a Badge Knight, Aiven wielded a power seemingly akin to the Divine Son's, allowing him to disguise flawlessly. Not even King Oyufemos realized his brother had been replaced with someone else before the attack.

Until revealing the distinct Thunderous Dragon Roar.

"Haha, escaping just from one Divine Son, the task difficulty drops straight from Nightmare Level to Easy Level, so easy!"

Still maintaining Ariane's appearance, Aiven snapped his fingers, simultaneously signaling the Assassins dispersed throughout the city and Stephanie guarding the Grand Arena for the success.

And at this moment, less than half an hour remained until the time point "August 1st at zero hour" when Mother of Sea Monsters had strictly warned Petrich never to linger within the Zongderilic Empire.