It had been half a month since the meeting on the Iron Ship.
It had already been half a month.
The Flesh Nest on Whiteman Island seemed to have noticed the problem, and the entire island had allocated considerable resources to forcibly carry the island, accelerating its movement.
Clearly, the beings within the Flesh Nest had no effective countermeasures to Alka and his men's methods, and could only focus on their own affairs.
The distance moved across the ocean surface exceeded 10 meters per day.
Don't underestimate this short 10 meters; to deviate from the origin, the island only needed to move a hundred or two hundred meters.
This meant that there were less than 10 days left before the entire island could deviate from its origin and cause problems in the surrounding area.
And yet, these 10 days were more than enough time.
Various intelligent creatures of the ocean began to swim around the island, weapons in hand.
Among them were even quite a few shark fishermen.
Pororo was among them.
Because Pororo is the Storm Church's champion warrior, the members of the Storm Church who arrived to support him would lead the battle.
A sea creature with a long fishtail wielded a scepter.
The surrounding sea fish, under its control, circled around the island, not approaching it at all.
This would greatly slow the rate at which the Flesh Nest could harvest flesh energy and food.
"Swoosh!"
A piercing shriek echoed from the sky.
Followed by a burst of fireworks.
This signaled the start of the attack.
Even the Storm Church members in the water heard it.
"Attack!"
Pororo shouted, his shattered metal armor instantly melting into one piece. At this moment, Pororo was like a metallic monster in the ocean.
The massive tail behind him transformed into something like a propeller, propelling his body forward, leaving only a trail of bubbles in his wake.
The surrounding Storm Church members immediately followed.
Soon, a spiraling current formed around the island. Instead of spreading upward, it frantically sliced through the water below.
The suction of the current held the entire island firmly in place.
The sky was thick with dark clouds.
Lightning bolts struck randomly below.
Several lightning elementals could be seen darting through the thunderclouds in the sky, controlling their lightning to continuously attack the entire island of flesh and blood.
These lightning bolts fell randomly, inflicting various wounds on the flesh and blood. They could even paralyze and char the surrounding flesh, slowing its ability to recover.
Sometimes, with bad luck, a bullet would strike a fatal spot, causing blood to gush out all around.
"Fire!"
A roar emanated from the ship.
One after another, shells began to volley towards the island.
The ships formed a large circle around each other, encircling the island.
Almost all the surrounding ships were mobilized, surrounding the entire island.
The deafening roar of artillery fire echoed from the sea.
The sound carried into the water, causing the entire surface to vibrate.
Countless thick tentacles sprouted from the flesh, deflecting the incoming shells and attempting to attack the distant ships.
These tentacles, reaching deep into the water, were severed by the members of the Church of Storms, who had been waiting underwater for a long time, before they could swim across.
Those flesh monsters in the water were nothing to behold; they were no match for these marine creatures in the sea.
Less than half an hour after the operation began,
Flesh Island's fishing methods were severely restricted, even cut off and exterminated. For a while, it had virtually no way to replenish its energy from the seawater.
Ship after ship, four in total, slowly circled the island.
Each of these four ships had a massive magic circle on its deck.
These four ships were the Iron Ship, the Voice of Dawn, the Rune Ship of the Spell Council, and the Turtle Ship brought by the Church of Storms.
This turtle had a massive magic circle engraved on its shell, also performing a ritual. The most interesting thing about this magic circle was that it was performed entirely without assistance.
This was because the magic circle on the shell was performed by this gigantic turtle.
These turtles were ancient creatures left over from ancient times.
It could be considered a member of the Sea God's family.
This turtle's power had reached the pinnacle of the sixth stage, making it a massive divine creature with an unknown lifespan.
With its ancient lifespan and knowledge, combined with its own strength, it was more than capable of maintaining the formation on its own.
As the ritual progressed,
A vibrant green, tinged with a hint of blood-red energy, began to split into four streams, spreading across the surrounding ships.
Energy was being absorbed frantically.
This nest of flesh and blood finally panicked.
At the same time,
Explosions echoed throughout the monster's body, one dent after another, blasting from within.
Not every digester was completed by Alka and his team; many were previously filled with bombs they had secretly placed using various means.
Because Alka and his team had discovered a fact.
Flesh itself possessed only a rudimentary intelligence, like a very poor AI.
Those flesh monsters were completely soulless, mere puppets controlled by the Flesh Nest.
And the one controlling the Flesh Nest was likely the same faceless monster with gray skin like a stone sculpture that Alka and the others had seen on Black Steel Island.
They were likely members of the cultists from earlier.
Their members were incredibly few, and they simply didn't have the resources to investigate the interior of these flesh monsters.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The sound of a heartbeat could be heard.
The heartbeat was so intense that it caused the hearts of everyone around the island to beat in unison.
Then, gigantic tentacles sprouted one after another from around the island and began to counterattack.
These tentacles grew longer and more powerful.
However, the people around them were well prepared and quickly repelled the attack.
With the sound of a beating heart, the moon in the sky suddenly fell. It plummeted straight down toward the heartbeat.
The moment it touched the flesh, a soft yet dazzling light instantly transformed into a huge flash.
Even those who had been blocking the tentacles on the shoreline narrowed their eyes. It was as if the sun had set.
The giant moon fell, creating a massive dent in the heart, like a meteorite impact.
The members who had been waiting in the light immediately rushed in.
After Alka and the others had blown up the digester, they had already appeared in the sky via teleportation. Lightning in the sky began to flash wildly, continuously striking the flesh.
As Alka and the others rushed into the heart, a large number of flesh monsters swarmed towards them.
These monsters were all at the fourth or fifth stage of strength.
The flames spread, instantly igniting all the monsters. Then, with a wave of his hand, Alka extended his hand.
All the monsters shattered like shattered mirrors, filling the entire space with a shimmering light.
Hidden within this swarm of monsters was a powerful flesh-and-blood monster with a physical strength of around the sixth stage.
The warriors Alka had brought with him immediately rushed forward.
Beneath the enormous heart, as vast as a building, knelt a faceless man.
He muttered something incessantly.
Alka's figure appeared behind him.
He grabbed the monster's head, infusing it with energy and the power of dreams.
"It still retains its soul."
This suggests it was transformed from a human.
It looked like the leader.
Without hesitation, Alka transformed his energy into a sharp blade, piercing the monster's interior. Energy began to spread through the punctured hole.
"I, my god... General."
Alka had no intention of listening to him and chopped off his head.
He stared at the heart above him.
Energy gathered and heaved it directly upwards.
The immense energy, composed entirely of chaotic elements, was enveloped in space. Then, through the inverse properties of stillness and the ethereal nature of dreams, it entered the heart's interior.
Alka immediately clenched his hands, ready to explode.
However, there was no explosion.
The concentrated energy he had just thrown in vanished.
Seeing this, Alka immediately jumped back to avoid it.
Something was wrong.
And the heart had actually dissipated.
Or rather, the heart had suddenly gathered together, like a fusion of flesh and blood.
A figure fell from the heart and opened its eyes.
He was completely naked, and his appearance resembled a normal human, with long, gray-green hair.
From his physical features, it was surprisingly impossible to tell his gender.
He opened his eyes and stared around.
He watched the flesh monsters being slaughtered one-sidedly.
He waved his hand.
All the monsters seemed to be strengthened, entering a state of frenzy.
A flesh monster, kicked by Sofia, slammed towards the inexplicably appearing man in the center.
With a casual slap,
The monster transformed into something like flesh and blood energy, becoming a spear in his hand.
"Crack, crack!"
A sharp sound, like the friction of a broken bone.
A pair of wings suddenly spread from the man's back, but these wings were composed entirely of bone, flesh, and fascia.
Flesh spread across his body.
It covered his naked body, then transformed into a suit of flesh-and-blood armor.
The flesh and blood on his body were no longer disgustingly twisted; instead, they combined to resemble perfectly stitched muscles.
There was a twisted beauty to it.
"Ah... such a nostalgic place, back by my mother's side again.
Why, I just won't die peacefully?"
The monster muttered to himself.
Then he looked at Alka.
"You're my sister's follower. Hmm... very good."
He looked at Alka and nodded with satisfaction.
"Will you worship me? Then I'll forgive you for slaughtering my followers. I'm more generous and more suitable than my sister."
After saying this, he smiled and stood there, showing no intention of attacking, as if genuinely awaiting Alka's response.
Although his words were brief, the message was incredibly powerful.
According to their understanding, he wields spears in battle and prefers to use flesh and blood as armor. Isn't that a newborn god?
The most outrageous thing is that he actually calls the Virgin Mary "sister."
It seems possible.
The problem is that Alka and his companions haven't found any mention of this in the records.
Which means they're facing a god.
It seems like he's not descending in his true form, but rather as some kind of clone. But the problem is, it's a clone of a god.
...That's a serious problem.
But fortunately, Alka's eyes could see through the god's strength.
"You traitors? Why are you all like this? How dare you speak so boldly?
Although I'm only a mortal, I still love the world and don't want to be associated with traitorous cowards."
Faced with Alka's ridicule, the newborn god before them didn't mind at all, and even smiled.
He seemed to be in a very good mood. "Is that so? Then there's nothing we can do."
This newborn god certainly wasn't descending in his true form, but rather in some form of flesh and blood.
His strength was at the eighth level... Two orange dots of light flickered within his body. There wasn't a single golden dot. What caught Alka's attention most was the long, thin, silken red light.
Although this red light was very faint, like a silk thread, it was far more conspicuous than the two orange dots.
Alka had seen red dots before, but this was clearly not a red treasure. It could be the power of the god's true form in the sky, or perhaps above it.
The newborn god raised his spear.
A silver ball of light flashed by, and the figure transformed into a blade-like form, charging straight at the god.
That was Sofia.
However, the figure immediately stopped, enveloped in the power of moonlight and starlight, and yet she was forced to stop. Her figure collapsed to the ground.
A vine emerged from her flesh and blood, dragging Sofia away with lightning speed.
It was Matresa's vine.
At this moment, Sofia's voice echoed in Alka's mind.
"He can control flesh and blood... He can control our bodies."
So this was why Sofia had suddenly become unable to move.
Hearing this, Alka frowned.
Then the spear pointed at him.
Alka immediately felt his muscles go limp and he fell to the ground.
Lucelia's soul emerged from her chest, immediately lifting Alka and throwing him backward.
A vine mid-air bound him, and Alka dragged him away.
Lusilia raised her cursed sword and pointed it at the Newborn God before her.
"A pure soul? The interweaving of soul and flesh, oh, how perfect."
The Newborn God smiled at Lusilia.
With a gentle swipe of his spear,
The surrounding flesh walls immediately launched several long, condensed strands of flesh and blood, attacking Lusilia.
A crack appeared in space, and Lusilia instantly vanished.
Then, a dramatic blade landed on the Newborn God's shoulder, slashing down at him.
The Newborn God stood still, motionless, as if he had eyes on his back. One of his flesh wings draped over his side, blocking the blade.
Although the blade collided with the wing, Lusilia's swing strangely didn't stop, as if she had struck directly into the air.
The whole scene looked incredibly bizarre.
The Newborn God's eyes widened, and then a mass of vines and flesh gathered behind him and attacked Lucilia.
Lucililia disappeared again, reappearing in the distance.
"God, this must be painful."
Seeing Lucilia's smile, the Newborn God frowned.
He reached out and touched his chest.
Lucilia could see that a wound had appeared in the soul beneath the Newborn God's body.
What would have been agonizing enough to drive any other being insane, the god before him merely frowned.
"You slashed at a soul... your sword, the power of the Reaper?"
He muttered, staring at Lucelia's sword.
He was clearly not referring to Lucelia's blade, but to the divine essence within it, its former owner.
He stood there, watching Lucelia.
He watched as the flesh monsters he had just activated were annihilated.
Behind Lucelia.
Many people stared at him with eager eyes.
"Hmm... It seems the mortals here have changed after all these years.
They've become much stronger. How wonderful."
Then he simply waved his hand gently.
The two who had gotten too close collapsed to the ground.
Among them was the Council member named Cardan, who had reached the sixth stage of perfection.
The vines, already prepared, immediately dragged them over.
Watching this scene from a distance, Alka narrowed his eyes.
"The range of control over flesh and blood...about 100 meters?"
"What should we do? We're all flesh and blood, perfectly controlled by him. We can't get close at all," Sofia said from the side.
The power of the god before them was simply too overwhelming for them, creatures of flesh and blood.
He was arguably the nemesis of mortals.
If Lucilia hadn't been a divine being composed of a puppet combined with some of Alka's team's technology, and currently in a state of fusion of spirit and flesh, they would have been at a near-one-sided disadvantage.
"We can't leave it entirely to Lucilia, can we?"
Alka paused. "Of course not. That god hasn't even begun his true attack yet. His true strength, the strength of this body, is at the eighth level.
Lucilia won't be his match.
Though he appears peaceful, he's incredibly arrogant and still sees us as mere ants.
Let Lucilia fight him first."
Hearing this, Sofia looked at Alka.
Alka's eyes gleamed with a golden light as he stared intently at the god.