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"What's going on? What happened to our warships?"
Outside the island, every battleship marked with the Behemoth insignia began to tremble under George's power. Slowly, they rose from the sea, floating upward.
"No way! How can his ability be this outrageous?!"
Gaide rushed out of the conference room and ran onto the deck. Looking down, he saw the battleship beneath his feet, along with all the others, lift off the water and soar toward the royal palace at the center of the island.
Meanwhile, the ships belonging to Na Doton, Fish-Dragon Association, and the Debt Collectors remained unaffected.
Still, inside those warships, the leaders of the other factions were shaken to their cores as they watched the Behemoth fleet rise into the air and drift toward the palace.
Na Doton's temporary worker, Er Zhuang—known to outside forces as Phantom—had already infiltrated Behemoth's systems.
Every device carried by the Behemoth genetic soldiers served as Er Zhuang's eyes and ears.
In order to unite the major factions against Behemoth, Er Zhuang had pulled everyone into a shared intelligence group.
Thus, everything happening in front of the palace was also witnessed by all the factions.
They quickly realized that the warships flying toward the island's center were being controlled by the ability of the new King of Nassen.
But to them, this ability was simply too monstrous.
It had to be understood: Behemoth's battleships each had a full-load displacement of twenty to thirty thousand tons, with the largest flagship reaching fifty thousand tons.
In total, over a dozen ships, together weighing five to six hundred thousand tons, were lifted into the sky as though weightless. If that wasn't terrifying, what was?
Even setting aside anything else—if those dozen warships were simply raised to a certain height and dropped, the impact would annihilate everything below. There weren't many beings in the world of the Awakened who could withstand even one such strike.
At this point, they knew they had to reevaluate the strength of the new King of Nassen.
Even if it were just the King alone, without counting the Nassen Guard or the island's residents, there was no faction or nation in the world capable of opposing him.
How could they even fight back?
If he could control a dozen battleships from that far away, then tanks, cannons, fighter jets—every modern weapon—would be just as useless.
Even if one resorted to nuclear weapons at all costs, he could simply send the warhead back the way it came.
How could anyone possibly fight against that?
And the crucial point—he wasn't limited to controlling metal. He seemed to wield magic as well.
With just one gravity-based spell, he had instantly crushed countless world-class Awakened to their knees, unable to rise.
Trying to assassinate him with elite Awakened was utterly hopeless.
"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!"
In front of the palace gates, Zhang Chulan watched as a dozen Behemoth battleships descended from the heavens, unable to stop himself from shouting the same phrase again and again.
"Brother Jin is invincible! Brother Jin is invincible! Brother Jin is invincible!"
When the magic circle appeared earlier, he and Feng Baobao, along with the other temporary workers, hadn't been affected by the gravity field. He knew that Brother Jin had deliberately spared them.
But seeing the others crushed down, he had pretended to kneel as well, so as not to expose himself.
"Blame it on my lack of culture—one phrase of 'holy crap' can walk the world.
A thousand words can't capture it, only this phrase is most carefree."
Nearby, Feng Baobao lay prone with her hips in the air. Hearing Zhang Chulan and Wang Zhenqiu repeating "holy crap," she cleverly improvised a poem in her signature Sichuan accent to accompany them.
"Aiyo~ hooooly craaaap oh oh oh oh…"
The moment Feng Baobao finished her "poem," Zhang Chulan let out a thunderous exclamation so loud it cracked his voice.
Before, he had kept his voice down for fear of being noticed. But now, he couldn't care less.
After all, at this moment everyone else was the same. Nobody had the presence of mind to question why the soldier beside them spoke a different language.
They knelt on the ground, heads tilted back, eyes wide, gazes shifting from the warships to George himself.
Their mouths spilled crude exclamations—whether "Oh my God" or "F**k"—each in their native tongue.
And what had they seen?
They saw that once the warships hovered over the palace, the new King of Nassen slowly rose from his throne, lifted into the sky, and his body rapidly expanded.
In the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a colossal giant towering tens of thousands of meters high.
The giant grasped one of the warships with his hand, aimed toward the sun's direction, and with one mighty heave flung the vessel into space.
Then, one by one, he seized the remaining ships and hurled them away the same way.
"Holding warships, I fling them across the stars—none in this world are like me!"
George gazed at the tiny black dots of the ships vanishing into the heavens. With a satisfied nod, he shrank back to normal size and returned to his throne.
With his immense form, overwhelming strength, and magic augmentations, those warships had been launched at speeds no slower than a rocket breaking Earth's orbit. Without a doubt, they had left the planet.
Whether the ships could survive intact in space, or whether their crews could remain alive, was no concern of his.
His purpose had simply been to deliver a small shock to Behemoth, and to intimidate the world's other factions—reminding them of the insurmountable gap in power.
"Now then, let me ask again—why have you come here?"
With a wave, George dispelled the gravity magic and looked down at Ron with a smile.
Cold sweat poured down Ron's face like a waterfall. Even though the pressure had been lifted, he couldn't stand. His legs were too weak from terror.
Too terrifying. This new King of Nassen was simply too terrifying.
Gaide and the other Awakened specialists were surely doomed, and if Ron gave the wrong answer, he would likely share their fate.
In the end, perhaps only the ship that had already returned to headquarters with the Market, Paradise, and Hero Sean aboard would escape this catastrophe.
"Your Majesty, King of Nassen, this is all our fault. We were arrogant and shameless, disguising our greed for the Divine Tree's power as the spread of civilization.
We beg for your forgiveness. Once we return, I will personally ensure the company provides you with whatever compensation you desire.
From now on, all of Nassen Island's resources—Behemoth will offer them to you freely."
Ron trembled uncontrollably, forcing a sycophantic smile as he groveled toward George.
George burst into hearty laughter, stood up from the throne, and descended. As he passed Hyena and the others, their bodies went stiff with fear, not daring to move.
"The resources you offer—I have no need of them. Therefore, you are not worthy of forgiveness."
Standing before Ron, George raised a finger to his forehead. A green Killing Curse shot into Ron's body, and in an instant he dissolved into a wisp of smoke, vanishing into nothingness.
George then turned to the bewildered genetic soldiers before him.
"You have half an hour to leave this island. Whether you swim back or find another way, if any of you remain here after thirty minutes, you will share his fate."
(End of Chapter)