All Seven Warlords Of The Sea 소설 & 이야기

"Mother, what are you talking about? Prince Zhao said the High Council of Dragon Lords sent their grand fleet." "Zhao is a child playing at war," Evelyn said, her voice dropping into a hollow, solemn tone. She pressed her palm against the starlight-iron vault. A pulse of white-gold frost-fire flared from her hand, unlocking the ancient seal with a heavy, metallic hiss. "The High Council does not lead the Grand Armada. The fleet is commanded by the Supreme Warlord of the Eastern Realm—the first Dragon-Wolf who ever ascended into the celestial troposphere."

The Witch King did not dare to look up at him. The fake emperor’s eyes were narrowed into slits with a glint of coldness flashing within. “Relay my decree! Central Warzone Master Baron Von Doom, Northern Warzone Master Caestus Rembrandt, Eastern Warzone Master Gaia Amatsu, and the Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh War Gods are to leave five million troops to confront the Lycantroops marching from the west! “In this battle, victory is the only option!” The imperial guards immediately sent out the orders.

His hands were bloody from the bear he helped to hunt, but the adrenaline was still pumping in his veins, fierce believers of an invisible enemy. The only threat to the country nowadays was the occasional ice bear and packs of giant wolves that plagued the villages closer to the mountains. No war, no battles. Alarick spent the last seven years making himself known as the scariest warlord to ever been born, and it paid in respect and fear from his enemies. He didn’t need to be here to kill these animals. His soldiers could very much deal with it. He came just for fun. Besides, he knew people liked seeing him around. It gave them the feeling of protection that he was very much glad to provide.

Ding Hao became more and more serious. It should be noted that the power of the Sea Clan was not weaker than that of the creatures on the land. The Seven Seas were divided into seven major clans. Each clan was powerful enough to fight against the top clans on the land, such as the God's Palace and the Feather Clan. The large population made the Sea Clan produce a large number of experts and God Realm Masters. This was a very powerful clan. What kind of a disaster had made them willing to give up the cities where they had lived for thousands of years and retreat?

They would not rest until they had brought the Supreme God Destroyer to justice and ensured the safety of the world. Amidst the moonlit expanse of a desolate forest, seven imposing figures, their hulking forms cloaked in the shadows, stood triumphant, their laughter echoing through the silent trees. These were the Seven Werewolf Supreme God Destroyers, an elite group of rouges known for their unmatched power and cunning.

No connection to the western kingdoms. The harbor around them fell silent except for the sound of water lapping against hulls and the distant whisper of wind through crystal spires. Forty-seven warships rode at anchor in hostile waters, carrying twelve thousand soldiers who'd crossed the Shattered Sea to reclaim a woman who had apparently never needed reclaiming. A woman who'd built her own kingdom, claimed her own throne, and married someone else while he'd spent two years destroying his enemies to build the power necessary to reach her. Elaric stared at the crystal city that pulsed with ancient magics, his shadow magic coiling around him with the kind of violence that could shatter mountai

Voices suddenly echoed from every direction. Heavy, deep, and simultaneous. “To sit on this throne, you must become more than human, but not become a God.” Rayden looked around. From the fire mist that circled the throne, seven figures slowly emerged. They were tall, clad in war robes, but faceless—only fire behind their helms. The Seven War Arcs, the final guardians of the Third Heaven. Rayden stood firm. “You want to test me again?”

"The Origin of the Sea Dragons... The Origin of the Merfolk... The Origin of the Sea Serpents... The Origin of the Octopus Clan..." Anna quietly read the titles of the books Theo had placed on the table before her. "So, these are the only four histories I need to learn?" she asked. "Yes, Your Majesty." Theo nodded. "In this world, there are only four kingdoms: the Sea Dragon, the Sea Serpent, the Merfolk, and the Octopus." Anna frowned thoughtfully. As far as she knew, there were countless kinds of sea creatures. What about crabs? Jellyfish? Why were there only four kingdoms?

She was prey in a hall of predators. Still, she kept her chin high. Vessara—the Warlord’s former second, once called the Blade of the Court and his rumored favorite before the war—detached herself from the cluster near the throne. She had stood at Rhazien’s right hand during the early conquests, known for her merciless strategies and a loyalty that bordered on worship. But when the war reached its turning point, Vessara had pushed for total annihilation, advocating the purge of entire bloodlines—an act Rhazien refused.

"We can't let him crawl into our heads like this with his mind games. Not when Mom and Dad are already out there fighting a total war to shut down this cult once and for all..." A scuffling in the darkness cut me off. I bristled as two more twisted shapes separated In the darkness, their eyes glowed like sinister lanterns. "Your mom and dad won't be saving you," one said with a sneer. "They've got bigger problems than you two." The other moved closer, its fangs showing over its sickly lips. "Like how they're about to be killed by Scar's Seven Dread Warlords, who are starting a new era for us!"