Chapter 655
Were the seafolk truly that weak?
Greem was at first confused, but he slowly found the reason behind their weakness after reading through the analysis data from the Chip.
Seafolk, also known as intelligent marine lifeforms, were a strange but guaranteed occurrence in high-magic worlds.
If animals and plants that had adapted to the aura of magic could come into existence in an area where magic gathered upon the land, then the number of magical creatures born in the depths of the ocean–broader than any stretch of land–would be even greater.
Much like what happened on land, governmental systems and ruling hierarchies similar to human societies also developed among magical sea creatures after hundreds of thousands of years of history and competition. Those who could become the rulers of the seafolk had to be an intelligent race with powerful military might and magical power.
And deep in the depths of Faen’s boundless sea, the rulers of the seafolk were a race of powerful Sea Naga.
In general, the sea nagas were a race of magical humanoid creatures with lower bodies that resembled serpents. Their bodies were also covered in fine fish scales. Female nagas were tall and slender. Their scales were also even more elegant than their male counterparts. They had looks as delicate and perfect as human women, only with a slightly darker skin tone.
Male nagas had larger frames, stronger bodies, and rough personalities that weren’t much unlike wild beasts.
Forty-two Archers were destroyed. Thirty-seven of those were utterly wrecked and could not be repaired. They had to be recycled and processed once again.
Sixteen Shield Swordsmen were destroyed; all of them were ruined.
Visible structural damage had been done to the flying ship’s space furnace. Repairs were estimated to take a week.
Eleven of the construction machines working upon the ship had been destroyed and their numbers needed to be replenished as soon as possible.
Multiple energy leaks had appeared in the energy pipes of the ship. A large batch of construction machines was badly needed for maintenance.
Large areas of the metal deck were also damaged, and a massive amount of special alloy was needed for repairs.
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This long list of various losses caused Greem’s scalp to buzz. It drained him just to muster the patience to read through the entire list.
The warehouse of the flying ship still had some metal ingots and alloy materials. Even if all of them were used to repair the ship’s damage, there would still be an estimated shortage of around a dozen tons of metal materials. It seemed Greem needed to find a large metal mine that he could directly dig from if he wanted to repair the ship completely.
Otherwise, if he were to exhaust all his metal materials here, the flying ship would very likely not be able to continue in operation if they ran into any more significant battles from now on.
If the Crimson adepts and Fate Witches were forced to the ground, they would no longer have the same tactical advantage they had always held! They could no longer casually move around and choose their battles as they liked. They were simply too weak for that.
With the overall strength of Greem’s faction, one or two battles against the elves without the ship would be enough to wear away all their remaining forces.
As such, Greem took the opportunity of a victory and their retreat to the isolated island to gather the adepts to discuss follow-up arrangements.
Such an open meeting was a fresh feeling for the First Grade Dark Witches.
After all, in the World of Adepts, power was everything. One’s grade was hard logic!
That was why all decisions and operations undertaken by the Dark Witches were given out to them in the form of orders after high-grade witches had discussed them in private. Uzzah’s personality would never have allowed her to patiently sit together and talk things over with these First Grade Dark Witches.
All First Grade Dark Witches shut their mouth tight at the start of the meeting. They cast their gaze toward their leader– Witch Uzzah. On the other hand, on Greem’s side were the First Grade adepts who were behaving extremely active. They constantly gave their opinions and perspectives on the various matters. It was an amiable and lively atmosphere.
Cold and warm, ice and fire. These two adept factions of completely different standpoints were gathered together in such an awkward manner!