Olsen finally heard the sound of the wind’s whisper clearly.
It wasn’t the rustling of leaves or the whistling of a breeze.
Instead, it was—
Boom! Boom! Boom!
It sounded like shells being ignited by black powder, the energy within the gunpowder erupting in an instant, compressing and tearing the air until it condensed into transparent air cannons!
Successive air cannons exploded over Endless Bay, sounding like the continuous bombardment of the Typhon’s twelve heavy cannons.
The violent sonic booms vibrated across the beach, striking terror into the hearts of the merman warriors. Their legs went weak, and they nearly collapsed to the ground!
Amidst the tremors of the Wind-Whisper Heavy Cannon, Olsen’s initial roars of power were audible, but they soon faded. Eventually, even that deep blue Battle Qi vanished entirely.
When the rings floating beside Leon disappeared as his mental power was exhausted, the air cannons of the Wind-Whisper Heavy Cannon finally ceased.
Olsen’s figure had also disappeared.
In the spot where he had stood, there was now only a deep crater formed by the relentless bombardment.
Inside the crater, his once-intact war helmet was shattered into pieces, and the purple steel armor that had gleamed upon it had lost all its luster.
As for the 17th Prince, Olsen, he had quite literally become O—l—s—e—n.
To put it bluntly, the state of the 17th Prince was even more fragmented than those dashes could ever represent.
Witnessing this, the merman warriors who had been cheering for Prince Olsen’s heroic display just moments ago were now frozen as if turned to stone, staring blankly at the scene.
Their faces were filled with utter disbelief.
Their amiable, handsome, and dashing 17th Prince, who had claimed he would “Make the Merman Court Great Again”...
Had just been... blasted into dust?!
On Leon’s side, Viscount Finn looked at the miserable end of Prince Olsen, then turned to Miles and whispered, “Can the priests of your Holy See... really output this level of Divine Art attack now?”
“...This is an outlier,” Miles replied after a long silence.
If every priest could be like Leon—wiping the floor with a round of heavy cannons at the Silver rank and obliterating a mid-stage Silver-rank merman into dust—the Holy See would have already conquered all of Ommisiah and forced every living creature to believe in the Sacred Light.
Besides...
Not everyone could master a Gold-rank Divine Art at the Silver rank.
Furthermore, not every talented priest could afford a 300-gold Mental Power Recovery Potion.
To still have overflowing mental power after a battle with the Mad Shark King...
“My mental power is spent. I’ll leave the rest to you,” Leon said to the three of them after harvesting a wave of experience in front of everyone.
Miles and Viscount Finn nodded. Their Gold-rank auras suddenly flared as they began to dismantle the 17th Prince’s remaining forces.
Meanwhile, Alicia stood by Leon’s side, guarding him carefully.
Any merman warrior who managed to slip past Miles and Finn and dared to approach was met with the lethal strike of Alicia’s 【Blades of Hunger】.
Leon downed another bottle of Mental Power Recovery Potion. Seeing how quickly Miles and Viscount Finn were clearing the mermen, he mused softly, “There’s still plenty of time... enough to sweep all the way along Endless Bay...”
The primary reason was that the battle with the Mad Shark King had ended much faster than anticipated. Many factions likely hadn't reacted yet, assuming Leon’s group was still locked in combat with the King.
Taking advantage of this window, he could send a few more “parting gifts” to these mermen who dared to raid the borders of the Heron Empire.
After clearing the mermen from the bay and liberating the kidnapped humans, Leon used a communication method to have the navy on the Typhon send people to collect the civilians.
Then, he and the other three boarded the small magic crystal power shuttle and swiftly departed, vanishing over the horizon.
Half a day later.
By the time the various powers in the Dusk Sea finally received word of the suppression campaign and were shocked by the fact that the Mad Shark King had been defeated in ten minutes...
Another piece of news exploded among them like a thunderclap, pushing their shock to a new peak:
“Endless Bay, Aurora Island, the Troen Archipelago... the islands occupied by seven merman princes were bloodily purged in just half a day!”
“From the north of Endless Bay to the southern coast of the Heron Empire, the area has been completely cleared into a ‘No Merman Power Zone’!”
“And the uniform mark left by the purgers on all the island ruins—the Golden Heron Crest of the Heron Empire—declared the source of this destruction:”
“It was the Heron Empire suppression team led by Leon Douglas!”
...
Fairy Tail was a giant island located in the western reaches of the Dusk Sea.
Its island master was a Fairy King of unfathomable power.
Rumor had it that when the Fairy King first entered the Dusk Sea and established the “Fairy Tail” faction, Blackbeard, the Siren King—one of the Five Kings at the time—had attempted to extort and threaten him.
However, shortly after, Siren King Blackbeard vanished completely, and the Five Kings of the Dusk Sea were reduced to four for a time.
It wasn't until a new king ascended that the title of Five Kings was restored.
Because of this sea-shaking legend, Fairy Tail held a transcendent status in the Dusk Sea.
Combined with its policy of absolute neutrality and non-interference in the conflicts of others, the island gradually became a recognized neutral ground for the entire sea.
Neither pirates nor adventurers dared to cause trouble here.
As a result, Fairy Tail evolved into a tacitly accepted trading hub for adventurers and pirates throughout the Dusk Sea.
High-tier transcendent materials from the depths of the Abyss, lost artifacts unearthed by pirates from ancient ruins, and even exquisite alchemical golems crafted by master alchemists could all be found in the Fairy Tail exchange.
Today, in the Fairy Tavern, the largest tavern on the island, many notorious pirates had suddenly gathered.
“I’m telling you, that Leon Douglas... he just raised his priest's scepter, fired a single Divine Art, and the Mad Shark King went ‘Agh!’ and flew back over a hundred meters!”
“Bullshit! I’m telling you, my uncle’s daughter’s companion was there! He told my uncle that Leon looks like a Silver rank on the surface, but he actually reached the Diamond rank long ago! Once the fight started, he wiped out the Mad Shark King with a casual Divine Art...”
“Stop talking out of your ass! Diamond rank? That Leon Douglas is only sixteen or seventeen years old. You’re telling me he’s Diamond rank?”
“Exactly! A sixteen or seventeen-year-old brat whose hair hasn't even fully grown in, Diamond rank? Do you think my brain is filled with seawater from some woman?”
“If you ask me, the main force of this campaign was that Bishop from the Holy See and the Lord of Stormveil City, who’s been faking his injuries! That Leon fellow was probably just watching from the sidelines!”
“I think so too! Leon is the son of the Imperial Prime Minister. This suppression campaign was likely just a show put on by the Prime Minister to gild his son’s reputation!”
The pirates and adventurers gathered here were mostly discussing the Heron Empire’s suppression of the Mad Shark King.
After all, in just one day, one of the prestigious Five Kings had been taken down by the gathered forces of the Heron Empire. It was truly shocking.
Not to mention eye-catching rumors like “The Mad Shark King’s life ended in ten minutes,” the “No Merman Power Zone north of Endless Bay,” and “Leon Douglas’s night battle with seventeen merman beauties.”
These tidbits made the people in the tavern even more excited, as they took turns boasting about the gossip they had heard.
While the adventurers and pirates on the first floor were bragging, on the third floor—in a room accessible only by special invitation from the master of the Fairy Tavern—four figures sat in wooden chairs, their faces hidden in the shadows.
One figure spoke first. “Gareth is dead.”
The person sitting to the left of that figure said, “No need to repeat yourself. We’ve all received the news.”
Another figure nodded slightly. “That Leon Douglas who organized the campaign... his methods are quite impressive...”
At this point, only one figure in the room had remained silent.
That figure stood up, walked to the entrance of the room, and said, “I say... we can discuss this, but... can we not do it in the shadows?”
Click.
The dim room became bright.
Because the light was turned on.
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