Chapter 233 Orlando!
The blue-haired woman was wrapped in a white protective shield, a passive defense skill.
But it only lasted a second.
The cannonball's impact shattered the shield.
The explosion's force sent the blue-haired woman flying.
A huge damage number, 69589, popped up, surprising Alan.
"Is there such a powerful mechanic?" Alan asked.
The Sea God Temple's leader, Lysander Moon, shook his head. "Never heard of any mechanic like that in the Land of Chaos."
Lumi gritted her teeth. "Could it be that adventurer I mentioned? She's not from around here."
"Whoever she is, attacking our Sea God Temple means death!"
Lysander rushed to the shore, where twelve massive ships were docked a few hundred meters away.
Each ship had two cannons.
The earlier cannonball seemed to be just a lure for the experts of the Sea God Temple.
As soon as Lysander showed up, three cannons fired at once, the cannonballs arcing through the air, aiming right at him.
Lysander roared, "Nine Waves Surge!"
Waves surged into the sky in front of Lysander, sweeping towards the ships.
The cannonballs exploded on the massive waves, creating holes, but the holes quickly closed up, continuing to sweep towards the twelve ships.
At that moment, a blinding sword light from the ship cut through the sky, splitting the waves in two.
"Orlando's Sword!"
"Damn it, how dare you!" Lysander roared furiously.
On the ship, a middle-aged man holding a long sword stood at the bow.
A solitary man, wielding a single sword, emanating overwhelming pressure.
"Who is he?" Alan asked Lumi, who was nearby.
To make Lysander so serious, the opponent was likely a fourth-tier platinum-level expert.
Alan had already met two of the three fourth-tier platinum-level experts in the Land of Chaos: Dashiell and Lysander.
The only one he hadn't met was the mysterious fourth-tier platinum-level expert from the Sinclair family.
Lumi's expression was grave. "He is Orlando. He used to be one of us in the Land of Chaos. But because he worshipped the evil god Silver Eye, we expelled him."
"When he was expelled, he was at the peak of third-tier platinum level, not yet fourth-tier. If it weren't for our leader having a weapon bestowed by the Sea God, it would have been difficult to defeat him."
Alan understood. Clearly, Orlando was not content with his defeat back then and had returned to cause trouble.
Orlando said, "Lysander, during the Divine War, if the God of the Undead hadn't ambushed my god, he wouldn't have been suppressed by that inferior Sea God. Now that my god is about to awaken, this world will be his paradise, and you all will be nothing but nourishment for it."
Lysander couldn't help but curse, "Rubbish, an inferior, bestial evil god—my deity could dispatch it as effortlessly as slicing through vegetables."
Alan helplessly touched his nose. Even at the fourth-tier platinum level, they still engaged in such verbal battles.
However, Orlando seemed pretty good.
He was about to take action against the Sea God, and relying on himself alone, it would be quite challenging to kill the Sea God.
If he could take down Orlando and enslave his soul, he'd have a better shot against the Sea God.
"Alright, let's leave the battlefield to these youngsters. We have our own fight!" Orlando said with a mocking tone.
Then he turned into a shadow, sprinting across the water towards the east side of the island.
Lysander's face was serious. "My Lord, could you handle the battle here?"
Alan shook his head. "No, I'll go with you to deal with this evil god's follower. Once he's out of the picture, the rest won't be a problem."
Lysander hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Alright."
Alan and Lysander ran towards the east.
Orlando didn't go far, waiting for them in an open area ahead.
"Lysander, our feud has lasted seven years. Today, it should end."
A strange light glowed on Orlando's long sword.
In his previous life, Alan hadn't run into many Cthulhu gods, but they always seemed more like beasts than gods.
They had bizarre forms, strange abilities, and insanely powerful legacies.
In other words, whether it was the gods of the Jinse Empire or foreign gods, they all had one thing in common.
They got stronger through cultivation, faith, or enlightenment.
They grew stronger through their own efforts.
But the Cthulhu gods were inherently powerful.
They didn't need to cultivate; they just needed to grow to become stronger, eventually reaching the level of gods.
They were born arrogant, at least towards humans. Most Cthulhu gods were extremely arrogant.
Because they believed humans were insignificant ants and they were the rulers of the universe.
Their god created the core of the universe.
None of this mattered now.
To Alan, surpassing the gods was a goal. Whether it was the Cthulhu gods or the powerful beings of the Alaite Star System, if they dared to stand in his way, he would tear them all apart.
With a dull thud, the battle began.
Lysander, wielding the Sea God's trident, clashed with Orlando.
In just a few breaths, they had collided dozens of times.
Alan didn't make a move. He took out the God-Smiting Whip, waiting for the right moment.
He had already used TideLock once, and it had a one-hour cooldown.
Without TideLock, Alan wasn't confident in killing Orlando.
So, he had to wait.
In the Sinclair Family garden, a little boy stood in front of a two-headed blood-patterned crocodile, gently stroking its head with his small hand.
The crocodile behaved like a pet dog, squinting its eyes and enjoying the boy's touch.
At this moment, the Sinclair family's head, Cassius, walked in respectfully.
He bowed to the boy and said, "Great Ancestor, everything is going according to your plan."
"After the Ice King left, he took out the Sea God Temple's third-tier bronze-level Seawise Elder and then the fourth-tier gold-level Ronan. Word just came in about a fierce battle at the Sea God Temple. It's still unclear who's stronger, Lysander or the Ice King."
The boy took a deep breath and said, "The Ice King is an adventurer, undoubtedly powerful. But Lysander has domain skills. It's hard to say who will win."