184: Chapter 184 Debate

Time passed in a flash.

Boom!

The deafening sound of cannon fire tore through the sea breeze.

A giant Sea Python, seventy meters long, had just emerged from the water when half of its head was instantly vaporized by over a hundred energy beams.

The massive headless corpse crashed into the sea.

"Throw the hooks! Don't let it sink!"

Shen He stood at the bow, shirtless, waving an Enchanted Long Blade stained with dark red blood.

Dozens of thick iron chains shot out from the surrounding warships, firmly hooking the Sea Python's torso; winches turned, forcibly dragging this Excellent Grade Peak monster onto the main deck.

"Quick, quick, quick! Extract the gall bladder! Pull the tendons! This skin is extremely tough; send it to the Mistress, it can make hundreds of high-grade protective suits!"

On the deck, over a hundred Survivors swarmed forward, their deboning knives blurring as they moved.

This was already the third day.

Three full days.

The Wan Si Fleet was like a tireless meat grinder, rampaging through the core region of Mofeng Mountain and Sea.

No obstacles.

No natural enemies.

Even if they encountered a few Half-step Epic Grade Regional Overlords, before the fleet could even open fire, a terrifying dark-gold light would shine from the "Many Children, Many Blessings".

One strike.

With just one strike, both the sea and the monster were split in two.

With a god of slaughter like Li Taiping presiding, this group of Survivors, who had originally been struggling on the edge of survival, went into a complete killing frenzy.

They didn't need to consider defense, nor did they need to consider logistics.

Mistress Su Mei's treasure basin continuously provided clean fresh water, fragrant meat, and ample ammunition.

All they had to do was pull the trigger and then pile the spoils into the warehouse.

Night fell.

The fleet dropped anchor to rest where they were.

Several core third-rank warships pulled alongside each other, and the captains gathered on Shen He's deck to drink.

The alcohol was low-quality synthetic wine bestowed by Su Mei, but to these people, it was like nectar and ambrosia.

"Refreshing! I've never fought such a well-supplied battle in my life!" A one-eyed captain took a huge swig of wine and wiped his mouth. "That Sea Python today, half a month ago, it could have swallowed all our ships whole."

"Yeah, thanks to the Holy Father's leadership; otherwise, we would have died in these black waters sooner or later," another skinny captain chimed in, his eyes full of fanaticism.

In a corner, a newly joined young captain lowered his voice: "But... haven't you noticed? For these three days, the Holy Father has been making us charge at the very front. When we encounter dangerous waters, he also makes us scout ahead first."

The atmosphere on the deck suddenly turned cold.

The young captain swallowed hard and continued, "We're about to go to that Floating Island soon. I heard it's extremely dangerous. Is the Holy Father doing this... to use us as cannon fodder?"

Bang!

The wine cup in Shen He's hand slammed heavily onto the table.

He stood up, walked over to the young captain, and looked down at him.

"Cannon fodder?" Shen He sneered. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

The young captain turned pale and didn't dare to make a sound.

Shen He grabbed him by the collar, lifted him up, and pointed at the brightly lit warships around them.

"Look at this fleet! Look at the Fine Grade weapon in your hand! Feel your stomach, which was so empty your front was sticking to your back just a few days ago!"

Shen He's voice carried far in the night wind.

"Without the Holy Father, you'd still be risking your life for half a piece of moldy bread! You wouldn't even have the qualification to be cannon fodder!"

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