I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means

Georgia thought to himself, nodding in satisfaction.

As expected from Master Georgia!

Then he looked at the village in front of him and couldn't help but frown.

"Berion, are you still not giving up?"

Georgia's voice reached into the village, carrying a taunt:

"This time, you don't have the luck to escape; the entire village is surrounded by me, you have nowhere to go!"

"Come out and die obediently, and I might spare the Pearl Clan."

"Otherwise, you'll end up dragging those fishmen down with you..."

Before Georgia finished speaking, a very burly figure suddenly appeared in front of the Pearl Clan's fishmen, looking at him calmly.

The fierce aura made Georgia hold back the remaining words in his mouth.

A fishman?

A strongman?

Georgia looked at the suddenly appearing fishman; he had never seen this fishman before, but for some reason, his always reckless heart started to panic.

What's going on?

Georgia was somewhat uneasy; clearly, the fishman in front of him was not exuding any aura, yet it was like the Abyss of the sea, making him hesitate to approach.

And for some unknown reason, he felt that this burly fishman seemed familiar.

Meanwhile, the army behind Georgia also began to riot.

It wasn't the fishmen following Georgia who were restless, but the sea beasts they controlled suddenly went berserk, including ferocious sharks, giant octopi, and killer whales, twisting their bodies desperately trying to break free from the fishmen's control, intending to flee backward.

The fishmen tried their best to calm down their companions, but to little avail.

What was happening?

The fishman warriors were utterly bewildered; these were the sea beasts they had raised since childhood, their best companions in battle.

They had never retreated even when facing more formidable battles, so what was going on today?

Possessed?

And standing in front of them, Georgia was no longer concerned about his brought army.

In front of him, the burly fishman was taking one step at a time toward him.

With each step, the figure grew larger and more burly in his field of vision, until it filled his entire view, leaving no room for anything else.

Even Berion, panting and appearing in front of the village, could no longer grab his attention.

Georgia trembled all over, gritting his teeth; the sharp fangs pierced his lips, filling his mouth with a salty taste, barely bringing him back some consciousness.

He wanted to retreat and run away, but found that his muscles had long since stiffened, making any movement impossible.

It was only now that he realized where the familiarity had come from before.

Legend!

He had felt this way before when he met the "Evil Food Shark" O'Neill.

This is a suppression from the Life Level, although there is only one rank between Legendary and Gold, it separates heaven from earth.

Lis came up to Georgia, lightly patting Georgia's face with his right hand, smiling as he said:

"Kid, you've got some courage."

"I was just thinking about going to find trouble with O'Neill, and you delivered yourself right to the door, how considerate?"

Facing Lis's teasing, Georgia's legs went weak, collapsing to the ground.

How... How can there be a legend here?

The Pearl Clan has a second legend?

This is impossible; if it were true, Lord O'Neill would have told me!

No matter how Georgia collapsed, it didn't change the emergence of the legendary fishman in front of him.

Lis swept a glance over the elite fishman army in front of him, and immediately the sea beasts wailed; the fear from their instincts left them with no concerns, breaking away from the fishman warriors' control and fleeing the area one after another.

In that instant, the originally mighty and imposing fishman army fell apart, plunging into chaos.

And the fishman warriors couldn't care less about the sea beasts anymore; even if they hadn't encountered a legend before, they knew the terror of the burly fishman in front of them.

The fishman warriors looked at Georgia kneeling at Lis's feet, unsure of what to do for a while.

Just as Georgia mustered the courage, wanting to plead for his life, he heard Lis snort coldly.

"Hmph~"

A terrifying wide blade, three meters long, appeared in Lis's hand, and with a single hand grasping the long blade, he effortlessly swung forward.

On the vast and boundless sea, the wind gently blew, carrying a salty and moist breath, yet at this moment seemed to freeze.

The long blade glistened with a cold light under the sun, seemingly capable of slicing through any obstacle in the world.

That swing was not just a simple strike but instantly transformed into a faint ray of light, astonishingly fast, almost beyond the capture limit of the naked eye.

This faint ray of light, like a sharp blade, smoothly passed through the fishman army before him, silent yet carrying destructive power.

In that instant, the entire scene plunged into deathly silence, utterly quiet.

The fishman soldiers who originally wore expressions of fear and hesitation appeared as if struck by an invisible terrifying behemoth; at the moment the faint ray passed, their chests vanished without a trace, unable to even utter a scream as their lives dissipated into the sea.

On the sea surface, severed limbs of the fishman warriors floated scattered everywhere; blood spurted like a fountain, quickly dyeing the entire ocean red. That redness, like the afterglow of the setting sun, carried endless blood and cruelty.

Only then did the distant sea surface seem to be touched by this power, suddenly exploding. Giant waves ascended, dozens of meters high, as if intent on engulfing everything.

Those giant waves carried wrath, fear, and awe, the best testament to the legendary power.

And Lis stood atop the waves, with an imposing stance, exuding an undeniable pressure, as if the ruler of this sea.

In the eyes of the Pearl Clan fishmen, Klaus appeared as towering as the sky, with eyes filled with infinite power and wisdom.

He stood amidst the blood-sea, like a magnificently beautiful painting slowly unfolding on the sea surface.

And all this was witnessed by Georgia, who survived the calamity.

Thankfully, he knelt on the sea surface with weak legs, lowering his height; otherwise, Lis's blade would have taken his life as well.

"Th-this is..."

Georgia didn't know what to say.

Lis looked at him, who was completely scared out of his wits, pointed at him, and said to Berion:

"Take him back, deal with him however you see fit."

"Yes, Lord Klaus!"

The excited Berion quickly stepped forward, grabbed Georgia, and walked him toward the village.

Whether it was the anger toward this guy or the damage his attack caused to the Pearl Clan, Berion could not let him off.

If it were before, he would have been wary of the legendary strongman behind the opponent, but now he had no such thought at all.

Klaus's strength is beyond his imagination. He had seen Matteo's battles before, and although he didn't understand the legendary realm, he felt Klaus was stronger than Matteo.

Moreover, what about the already aged O'Neill?

Of course, no matter how strong O'Neill was, Berion would resolutely stand by Klaus's side, following his commands.

This was the savior of the Pearl Clan; he didn't have any thoughts of defying Lis's orders.

Lis stood atop the sea, feeling the reverence and admiration from the Pearl Clan, hearing Georgia's screams in his ears.

The anger of the Pearl Clan was vented on this guy; at least for a short time, it would be difficult for him to wish for death.

Lis could sense that the awe and respect the Pearl Clan held for him had reached its peak; just a little guidance in faith would start gathering the Power of Faith.

But... now isn't the time.

Lis's figure flashed to a piece of exposed sea rock located several kilometers away from the Pearl Clan.

On the rock also stood a fishman, although this fishman had become extremely old, with a very emaciated body and arms seemingly on the verge of falling apart at any moment.

However, Lis didn't look down on him in any way.

"Are you O'Neill?"

Lis appraised the old fishman in front of him, grinning as he spoke.

His extremely robust body formed a stark contrast with the other.

"I thought you would make a move earlier, you've got quite the patience, old man!"