Chapter 71: Sweeping the Surroundings! First Update
What does Modo City intend to do?
This is what everyone along the Southern Coast wants to know.
Behind Modo City stands a newly born deity, who has close connections with Lady Wealth, the Ocean Goddess, and the Goddess of Misfortune. Secular powers possess a large pirate army occupying the richest trade routes in the material plane, and they have a close relationship with the Witch Council. The powerful princess of Arendelle seems to have a good friendship with him as well. All these factors combined make many uneasy, and every move of Modo City draws their attention.
However, Modo City’s actions have not stopped; they are constantly on the move, whether here or there.
They have gathered a lot of intelligence, but the core information has remained elusive; no one can guess what Soren, the figure behind Modo City, truly desires.
As of now.
Some have even begun to refer to Modo City as a kingdom—one that is established on the Overseas Islands with the domain of the sea as its territory.
Modo Harbor.
At this moment, daybreak is just beginning, and many are still in deep slumber, but the dock area is already bustling with groups of busy soldiers.
“Captain.”
A serious-looking man approached Captain Steven of the Seventh Guard of Modo City, drawing out a gleaming two-handed sword and saying in a low voice, “This is the first batch of weapons. Most are two-handed swords and two-handed greatswords, and their quality has all been inspected. The majority of the previously forged weapons were one-handed, so this batch only contains sword-type heavy weapons; the other weapons will need to wait a bit longer, as the armory still requires more time.”
Clang.
Steven, dressed in his captain’s uniform, nodded after listening and casually drew out a two-handed greatsword. The heavy weight made him involuntarily drop his wrist slightly as he muttered, “Not light, huh!”
“What use are these weapons? It seems there aren’t many in Modo City who can use them!”
Heavy two-handed weapons have tremendous power.
But they also have high requirements for use. Only those born with divine strength can manage them; otherwise, just wielding them for a short while would exhaust one’s stamina and severely hamper agility. Steven is considered a relatively strength-focused warrior, but even he feels quite uncomfortable handling the two-handed greatsword, with his combat power at least reduced by over thirty percent. Many pirates have even more extreme combat styles, some using slender swords and stiletto-style weapons instead. These weigh significantly less than a regular longsword.
The two-handed heavy weapons before him probably can only be effectively wielded by a very few born with divine strength!
Especially the two-handed greatsword set aside, which looks like a small door panel; it’s likely that only giants or those with other bloodlines among pirates could wield it easily.
“This sword must weigh about fifty pounds!”
Steven weighed it in his hands, casually sheathing it again before turning to the others and saying, “Take them all back. Store them in the innermost warehouse; this is a direct order from Lord Soren.”
Soon.
The soldiers behind began to move. One by one, they lifted boxes filled with weapons, transporting them back to Modo City. Since it was still early in the day, not much could be seen nearby. However, they weren’t trying to hide their actions; it was clear to anyone looking that they were transporting weapons back. Due to their physical stature, humans rarely use heavy weapons exclusively. Other races, such as dwarves and orcs, tend to favor these kinds of weapons. As for the dwarves, there’s no question; they are experts at forging weapons. However, orcs are simply too far from Modo City.
No one could guess why Soren would purchase so many heavy weapons that his subordinates could hardly utilize!
…………
A bolt of lightning descended from the sky.
Soren’s figure floated in mid-air, watching the struggling soul before him, and slowly said, “Useless.”
With a gentle wave of his hand, a Mayoufu Meteor whistled out, accompanied by a violent explosion that tore the soul apart. A strange force emerged, transforming into invisible specks of light that merged into Soren’s body. The soul’s corporeal form gradually dissipated; it carried a very primitive and mixed divine power, which was of little use to Soren—he could only let it naturally fade away.
“Clean the battlefield!”
Soren gently landed, turned around to look at the sir behind him, and said in a deep voice, “Capture the slaves alive if possible; Modo City needs more labor.”
The sir immediately nodded, “Yes, Your Excellency!”
The indigenous village before them had already been pacified; this was the first indigenous gathering Soren had cleaned up after freeing his hands. In the next six months, he planned to sweep through all the indigenous people within a one-hundred-kilometer radius of Modo City, either exterminating them or forcing them to migrate to lay a solid foundation for Modo City’s future expansion plans.
Scattered fighting continued.
However, Soren no longer needed to take action; the pirate leaders were capable enough, and several mid-level officers had gradually been cultivated.
Capturing slaves, cleaning the battlefield, transporting spoils.
Everyone worked in an orderly manner; under Soren’s iron-fisted rule, the pirate army had begun to learn order and discipline. This was just an appetizer; there were many more battles to come. In the future, except for the totem souls Soren would personally handle, the other enemies would be left to them to deal with, which was also a form of training—true elites grow through slaughter.
A not-so-strong soul.
Only provided Soren with 2 points of divinity, but that’s okay; accumulating bits over time can enhance his power considerably.
The Overseas Islands are scattered with many divine beings; if he could spend considerable time cleansing them, it could significantly boost his strength, after all, this was a latent power built over thousands of years.
Soon.
The pirate army finished cleaning up everything; the entire village was set ablaze. Soren nodded towards his pirate leaders and then cast a teleportation spell, instantly returning to Modo City.
This was the convenience of being a spellcaster!
Though deities possess formidable spellcasting abilities, they require the divine power consumption associated with priest abilities, which are much inferior to those of wizards. The inherent priest level of a deity can only serve as auxiliary combat strength.
Once back in Modo City.
Soren began a new round of study and training. Becoming a deity is not the powerful endpoint; rather, it is just a beginning. Soren needs to learn how to master the power of the deity, how to control the Church of the Deity, and how to learn various knowledge and spells of wizards. During this time, his knowledge has increased by 30 points, and he has nearly caught up with the spells he initially fell behind on.
In this regard, the advantages of divine beings learning spells are quite obvious!
…………
Time passed bit by bit.
The time for the parade in Modo City was getting closer, and there were rumors in the south about the manifestation of the Goddess of Joy. However, no one knew if it was true or false; it was just said that a prosperous city in the south held a grand celebration.
That is not the crux of the issue.
The key issue is that day was not a celebration day at all, nor was there any important holiday; yet, inexplicably, the entire city held a three-day celebration—it was simply perplexing.
If there was something significant, it would be that traces of liches seemed to have appeared in the material plane.
These liches are scholarly recluse for thousands of years; if it weren’t for major issues, they rarely appear in the sight of mortals. They were undead beings, having long lives to squander, generally hiding in their lairs for scholarly research or plotting some dreadful conspiracies. Under normal circumstances, a lich might not show itself for decades or even centuries, but now that liches are emerging one after another, the implications are rather serious.
The more powerful an existence, the less they should move easily; they face greater restrictions!
Not to mention.
If a lich suddenly appeared and claimed it was touring for leisure in Modo City, Soren would never believe it!
The most likely scenario would be expulsion or a direct declaration of war.
The appearance of liches has made many human kingdoms anxious; the elf race has also set up defensive lines near the forests. Undead are dangerous to any living creature, and liches are the most dangerous among the dangers!
………… (To be continued ~^~)
