Since Byron swung his sword towards the Harvest Goddess in the sky, the dark clouds have never gathered again.
Now only a blood-red setting sun remains on the horizon, painting the entire sea red, as well as the ghost ships scattered across the sea like giant beasts.
On the battlefield, the sounds of battle cries gradually diminished, the screams of the many Deep Sea Clan members from the Deep Dive Church faded to silence, and perhaps it was an illusion, but the seawater under the sunset seemed three shades redder.
With the fall of the last Clan Pseudo-God, voices rose across the battlefield:
"Praise our Lord!"
"Long live the Emperor!"
"Praise the Wild Hunt King!"
"Hahaha, we won! We actually annihilated an Old God Church."
"Not just one, we annihilated two, heavily damaged five!
The Blood Beast Nest and the entire Deep Dive Church were destroyed, causing heavy losses to the Druid Sect, Pure Evil, Worm Cathedral, and the Voodoo Sect.
