CHAPTER 366: 145 THE SACKCLOTH TREE AND THE MAGIC MIRROR (PLEASE COLLECT)

"What is this?"

Carl stood on the Magic Flying Carpet, looking down at the island on the sea surface, his eyes filled with confusion.

A standard hexagon...

Could a natural island take this shape?

The island below was sunken in the middle and towering around the edges, forming a perfect hexagon, with the north and south ends being over a dozen miles apart.

The entire island was covered with trees; in the center stood a gigantic tree approximately 300 meters tall.

A faint mist enshrouded the island.

A corrupt aura and such vibrant life force coexisting perfectly?

Carl’s gaze shifted, landing on the giant tree at the center of the island.

First Rank Late Stage!

The overwhelming corruption aura, the boundless life force, all proved its power. Carl even suspected that if it weren’t for certain limitations of this world, the tree’s tier would have surpassed the First Order long ago.

It might have become a Second Order or even a Third-tier being!

If he used it to make Blood Pills...

Carl’s heart throbbed, his eyes slightly heated.

"Advance in a wedge formation!" Ayala’s voice echoed across the sea through specially made sound-amplifying equipment, as several warships began to move.

The warships slowly approached the island. The trees seemed to sense the danger, their branches starting to shake.

The fog engulfing the island also began to drift towards the ships.

According to Conni, this fog had the property of making all living beings decay, and they must not make contact with it.

If a person made contact, they would die!

If a ship made contact, it would rot!

"Turn the helm!" Ayala, holding a telescope, watched the fog on the island, her face unchanged, giving orders methodically, "North by thirty degrees, set sails against the wind, accelerate!"

The fleet moved in order, heading in the direction from which the sea breeze blew, leaving the island’s fog behind.

The ships could sail even faster against the wind while the fog obviously couldn’t; it could only watch from behind, full of regret.

"On deck!" Ayala shouted, "Prepare the crossbows, the oil, listen to my commands!"

"Yes!"

On the warships, cannon muzzles extended, and crossbows were brought onto the deck, causing the ships’ hulls to tilt a bit.

"Ready!"

"Fire!"

BOOM!

With a series of loud bangs, smoke from the gunpowder filled the air, and barrels, as well as iron cans filled with oil, were hurled towards the island.

"Turn around!"

"Move forward one nautical mile, prepare for the second wave!"

Ayala took a deep breath and glanced at Carl above, sweat already beading on her forehead.

She was not afraid but rather distressed.

All these items cost money.

A single wave cost at least several hundred thousand Divine Grace Coins, something that probably only Carl could mobilize in all of Jiliu City.

"Fire!"

Thousands of barrels of oil smashed into the dense forest, hardly stirring much response. The trees on the island grew quiet.

It seemed they didn’t quite understand the actions of the fleet.

「Several hours later.」

"Phew..." Ayala let out a long breath, her expression hardened. "Get ready!"

Massive crossbow bolts with tips made from Fire Stone were lifted by the crew and placed atop the crossbows.

Cannonballs were stuffed into the cannon barrels.

Everything was ready.

"Fire!"

BOOM!

Thousands of Crossbow Arrows and cannonballs shot out from the fleet, drawing arcs across the sky before falling onto the island.

Immediately after.

BOOM!

Fierce Flame burst forth.

As the Fire Stones made contact, they exploded into Fierce Flame, with the cannonballs resembling Fireballs falling from the sky.

The oil previously thrown into the dense forest was also ignited; in the blink of an eye, Fierce Flame erupted amidst the dense foliage.

"Continue!" Ayala waved her hand, "Adjust the angle..."

"Fire!"

CRASH!

BANG!

After three waves, the area of the island near the coastline was entirely ablaze, with roaring flames spreading inward.

RUSTLE...

Under the scorching flames, the trees on the island, like creatures trapped in a sea of fire, began desperately struggling.

Countless branches flailed wildly, trying to extinguish the fierce fire.

Rich sap oozed from within the trees, and thick steam was drawn by the giant tree from beneath the ground, surging towards the flames.

But it was useless!

SIZZLE...

The sound of Burning was incessant as one tree after another collapsed in the Fierce Flame, making loud, sharp cracks.

The giant tree’s response was not wrong.

However, the sap and moisture within the trees had a limit; once dried by the flames, the dehydrated trees became the best kindling.

Furthermore, the location Ayala chose to set fire to was excellent; aided by the wind, the flames on the island grew larger and larger.

BOOM!

The island trembled.

The central giant tree seemed to roar with reluctance as swaths of trees began to rush towards the Fierce Flame.

They moved slowly but resolutely continued forward.

It’s useless, Carl, standing on the Magic Flying Carpet, shook his head gently. After all, they are inanimate objects. Even at the First Rank Late Stage, the inability to move doomed them to failure.

Hm?

So they meant to create a vacuum zone devoid of combustibles. This thing does show some intelligence.

Starting from the middle of the island, one part of the trees threw themselves into the Fierce Flame while another part slowly retreated backward.

In this way, a vacuum zone a hundred meters wide would be created, preventing the Fierce Flame from spreading further.

Too bad! Carl shook his head. There’s still me.

He tapped his foot, and the Magic Flying Carpet carried him into the sky above the island. He then crushed a Seal.

Chain Fireball!

Three Fireballs, each about a meter in diameter, descended from the sky into the dense forest, exploding loudly and igniting an area.

The flames of witchcraft, compared to ordinary flames, were harder to extinguish, Burning continuously like viscous liquid.

Moreover, Carl had more than one Seal on him.

Chain Fireball!

Chain Fireball!

...

With six Seals in succession, he directly disrupted the island’s giant tree’s plan. Carl, however, did not plan to stop there; instead, he took out another, distinct Seal with a solemn expression.