I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

The storm blew away the mist. Looking around, the waves on all sides were like huge hills.

The small boat was caught between the hills, constantly assaulted by oncoming waves.

But, strangely, as the waves approached, they gradually diminished in size.

It was those 'jellyfish'!

Like a giant spiderweb, they were spread flat across the surface of the sea. As the waves began to touch the web, they were forcibly suppressed.

This made the area near the ship surprisingly calm!

No, it couldn't be said to be completely calm. The waves approaching the ship were still more than two meters high, making the nearby sea quite turbulent.

But compared to the mountainous waves in the distance, it could be considered calm here.

The sky was dark, and the rain poured down. The wizards' artifacts and magic became the only light in the darkness.

Red Saint was leading dozens of withered-blood wizards and Eastern Territory wizards in a battle against Dagma and his group in the sky above the ship.

Although there were more than three hundred mutants on the ship, Dagma and his people steadily held the upper hand.

Suddenly, the air became thick again, as if a stream of water had washed over the ship.

This was the divine grace magic that Karl had used when rescuing the Second Mate, now used by Dagma with extraordinary terror.

In the words of the Eastern Territory wizards, this was 'Mystical Magic.' Dagma could use this type of magic at will, with almost no restrictions.

Except for Red Saint, no one dared to resist it head-on.

The wizards were horrified and used artifacts and various techniques to resist.

The mutants began to panic and dodge, but anyone who was washed over began to disintegrate like a sand sculpture.

But strangely, after the water flowed over, only a few mutants died.

Seeing this, Dagma couldn't help but reveal a strange expression.

This was not the first time this had happened. He had put in a lot of effort to target this group of mutants, but the results were disappointing.

Suddenly, Dagma realized the problem.

The mutants seemed to be dodging randomly, but in reality, they were all running in the same direction.

It seemed that Dagma's magic had a fatal flaw.

It appeared to be formless, but in reality, it had a form and a direction.

Anyone who ran in that direction, as long as they matched the speed of the 'water flow,' would not suffer too much damage.

Dagma's face couldn't help but become extremely strange. This was the magic the gods had given him, and he had used it his whole life.

He vaguely felt that when this magic was used, it had a feeling of water flowing.

But this water flow was chaotic!

Even he could only roughly control its direction—he couldn't even completely avoid accidentally injuring his teammates!

No wonder, this mystical magic was originally formless. Being able to feel it as 'water flow' was already remarkable. How could anyone see the whole picture of this mystical magic and then guess how to dodge it?

But someone seemed to be able to clearly see the 'water flow' in the formless magic, see the trajectory of the water flow, and then secretly direct the mutant wizards to dodge.

This was not the first time this had happened, and Dagma was very angry. His eyes searched the ship, gradually focusing on the eight figures on the deck.

They were eight witches performing some kind of black magic ritual.

Clusters of black-red blood mist were emerging from under their feet. Whenever the withered-blood wizards were injured, they would take turns entering the blood mist.

After entering, the injured withered-blood wizards would immediately recover.

Dagma vaguely felt that the effect of the blood mist was not that simple.

Because all the withered-blood wizards and mutant wizards seemed to be buying time for the eight witches.

Their surroundings were full of spiderwebs. Ordinary magic was useless against the spiderwebs, so the divinely blessed had to take action.

But whenever Dagma and the others had just washed away the spiderwebs, the mutant wizards would weave a large layer again.

The number of divinely blessed among the Three-Headed Serpents was small, only a few in total. Although there was a second-order powerhouse like Dagma among them, there were too many mutant wizards who could spin silk! They simply couldn't clear it all away!

Therefore, they had to kill some of the mutant wizards first!

So, the question came back to where was that damned commander?

Dagma's eyes searched among the huge sails on the ship under his feet, which were covered with mutant wizards. There were no normal people at all. No, wait!

At this moment, Dagma suddenly noticed that one 'mutant wizard' was not moving as coordinatedly when climbing. Moreover, other mutant wizards had nothing in their hands, but he was holding a small hammer and a small chisel!

When Dagma's eyes fell on him, the guy trembled all over and quickly climbed into the crowd.

—"Where do you think you're going!"

Dagma was furious and reached out to grab the small wizard from afar.

But just then, he found that his arm was entangled by something.

Looking closely, it turned out to be a large mass of hair!

A series of screams came from around him, from the several Three-Headed Serpent divinely blessed near Dagma.

They had been entangled by a large mass of blood-red hair.

Looking around, a large area of blood-red hair was floating in the air under the feet of these people and Dagma!

And the source of these hairs came from Dagma's ears!

It turned out that the hair was growing out of Dagma's body!

Several of his subordinates were only affected, while the hair had covered a large area around him, but Dagma had only realized it now.

The means of this withered-blood wizard matriarch were indeed extraordinary, almost impossible to defend against.

It seemed that he still had to get rid of this annoying little fly first!

Dagma sneered, "Little fly, squeak, squeak."

Dagma no longer held back, and a terrifying power was triggered from his body.

In an instant, the dim sky was illuminated by three huge and terrifying lightning bolts as bright as day!

The terrifying three-pronged lightning seemed to flash out of the dark clouds, but in reality, Dagma and the dark clouds were two endpoints, converging towards the middle!

The center of the lightning convergence was the hair around Dagma!

Because the lightning flashed too quickly, and the position of the lightning convergence was near Dagma, it looked like he was struck by lightning.

But in reality, it was the hair that was struck by lightning.

—It was rumored that the Nine-Headed Serpent possessed nine powerful magics.

And the Three-Headed Serpents possessed three terrifying elemental magics.

This shocking lightning was Dagma's magic.

He had triggered such a earth-shattering spell in an instant! It was as if Dagma at this moment was truly a sea god angel descending from the sky, wielding storms and thunder.

Although this was not mystical magic, but elemental magic, its power was extremely terrifying, comparable to a forbidden spell.

Several withered-blood wizards nearby were accidentally affected, their protective artifacts instantly turning into molten gold, and their bodies turning into coke in the thunder.

The hair was the first to bear the brunt of the magic.

It originally covered an area of more than ten meters around, which was very terrifying.

After being hit, a third of the hair was instantly annihilated, and then it was completely ignited, burning with a huge holy fire!

The hair let out a shrill scream and flew away frantically. On the way, she incidentally pounced on several withered-blood wizards and instantly sucked them dry.

It seemed that the withered-blood wizards all had the curse secretly left by 'True Countess.' Convenient for 'True Wendy Shaw' to replenish blood in times of crisis.

Red Saint was not the real Wendy Shaw, but she had Wendy Shaw's memories, so she directly ate her subordinates.

After replenishing blood, a lot of hair grew out, and the speed of escape also became much faster.

Seeing the hair rushing towards the huge sails above the ship, Dagma behind him turned into lightning and chased after it at a faster speed.

The thunder in the dark clouds in the sky continued to flicker, constantly gathering on this body of lightning, so Dagma's body flew like a ball of lightning, getting bigger and bigger.

For a time, a large area around him was flashing with lightning.

He ignored everything and rushed towards the sails where the hair was hiding, as if to use his lightning body to destroy the sails and the hair behind them in one fell swoop.

—"Let's see where you escape this time!"

Just then, Dagma, who crashed into the sail, felt like he had crashed into a wall.

Not only did he not electrify the sail into coke, but he also crashed into a dizzy mess.

Instantly, Dagma's eyes were full of stars. When he came back to his senses, he found that he was stuck to the sail.

Looking closely, the sail had dense 'spiderweb carvings' on it. There were very, very many of them, like the threads weaving the canvas, densely arranged on the sail.

Because they overlapped with the lines of the sail, and they were carvings, it was impossible to find them without paying attention.

They were carvings before, but when Dagma touched the carvings, the carvings immediately turned into thick spiderwebs!

This spiderweb had a mysterious power, and it forcibly stuck Dagma out of the thunder and stuck him on it!

Suddenly, Dagma remembered the wizard who was just crawling around on this big sail with a small hammer and chisel.

Swish, swish, swish! Countless spiderwebs flew towards Dagmar from all directions—it was those mutated wizards, and there were still over two hundred of them!

Swish, swish, swish, swish! Dozens of terrifying streaks of blood light shot towards Dagmar's body. Looking up, it was actually those withered blood wizards.

Upon closer inspection, this group of withered blood wizards was a size larger than before, with bat wings sprouting from their backs made of that blood mist. They had already applied BUFFs, but they had been pretending all along!

Looking around, there weren't many Three-Headed Snakes left in mid-air!

Not far away, seven or eight people were fleeing in terror, being frantically chased by three sneering streaks of blood light.

Suddenly, a dozen heads emerged from the sea in front of these seven or eight people, spitting out spider silk. Subsequently, these seven or eight people were bound by the spiderwebs.

Three elite withered blood wizards threw out oddities and magic, neatly and efficiently taking care of several of them. The remaining ones were all pulled into the water and tied to the spiderwebs on the surface.

The same thing was happening in all directions. Looking around, all the Three-Headed Snakes were fleeing frantically.

Previously, there were over a hundred Three-Headed Snakes, but now there were only thirty or so left, and they were all running away.

And just moments ago, these hundred-plus people had held all the advantages.

But in just the short time that Dagmar was lured away by the Red Saintess, the situation immediately collapsed.

In fact, as soon as Dagmar left, his subordinates felt that things were not going well!

Clearly, that group of withered blood wizards had been beaten so badly that they couldn't fight back, relying entirely on the mutated wizards to even contend with these hundred-plus Three-Headed Snakes.

But as soon as Dagmar left, this group of withered blood wizards revealed their ferocious faces—these people had all been pretending!

Or rather, they were originally 'withered blood wizards,' unable to use true secret techniques due to the damage to the truth.

But after absorbing the blood mist containing the 'Saint Blood Prisoner Seed,' they were now 'Saint Blood Wizards'!

Although their own foundations still had problems, in this battle, using the power of the Saint Blood Prisoner Seed to unleash their true strength was no problem.

When it comes to sailing, how could landlubbers compare to this group of Three-Headed Snakes?

But if the Three-Headed Snakes abandoned their advantages and engaged in a head-on fight with the Eastern Territory wizards, how could these pirate underlings possibly defeat the top five withered blood wizards of the Eastern Territory?

Not to mention that 'Belinda' consumed ten Prisoner Seeds, giving everyone a terrifying BUFF.

Even without this buff, these thirty or forty withered blood wizards were not afraid of these hundred or so pirates!

The only troublesome ones were Dagmar and the few God-favored people around him.

On the Three-Headed Snake side, there were Dagmar and several God-favored ones. But on the Eastern Territory side, there were also 'Wendy Shaw' and three hundred-plus mutated wizards!

Whether in terms of numbers or strength, the Eastern Territory wizards had an overwhelming advantage!

If they really fought head-on, then after 'Belinda' and the Seven Sisters finished buffing everyone and joined the battle, the Three-Headed Snakes would not be able to win.

But facing this group of pirates, they adopted a very cautious and very insidious tactic.

Because these people were afraid that the Three-Headed Snakes would escape!

If the Three-Headed Snakes ran away directly, and then constantly summoned wind and rain in this Sea of Mist, the Eastern Territory wizards would have to slowly be worn down along with this large ship.

Therefore, everyone adopted this tactic... very despicable and shameless, of course, the Eastern Territory wizards called it efficient.

They first pretended to be defeated, luring the enemy deep. Then Roland and the mutated wizards attracted Dagmar's attention, and the Red Saintess, in coordination with several elite withered blood wizards, used insidious tricks to take advantage of the chaos to kill the few God-favored people around Dagmar first.

After killing the God-favored people, the Red Saintess was severely injured and killed her own subordinates while fleeing, luring Dagmar away.

As soon as the BOSS left, the Eastern Territory wizards revealed their ferocious fangs to the little chicks under Dagmar's big hen wings.

It was almost just two or three moves—some withered blood wizards even gave the pirates a first-time kill.

In just a short while, thirty or forty of Dagmar's people died!

The situation instantly collapsed. The three hundred-plus mutated wizards and the thirty or forty elite wizards were simply not something the remaining fifty-three Three-Headed Snake pirates could withstand.

By the time Dagmar reacted, many withered blood wizards had freed up their hands to deal with him!

Blood light and various oddities frantically struck Dagmar's body, and Dagmar felt great hatred in his heart.

While waving his hands to block the attacks, he desperately cleared away the countless spiderwebs.

Soon, more and more flying oddities came, and the magic became stronger and stronger. It seemed that Belinda and the Seven Sisters had also taken action.

—"It's meaningless, I am the angel of the Sea God, I am immortal!"

Dagmar's words were loud, and in the beginning, he did indeed seem to have no health bar.

But before long, his body gradually collapsed in the siege.

Once a saint lost the protection of divine power, he was just a mid-stage Tier 2 wizard.

Not to mention those oddities and magic, he alone couldn't even handle those three hundred-plus spiderwebs. Just as he cleared away a batch of spiderwebs, more spiderwebs came over.

—"Impossible, how is this possible!"

Suddenly, Dagmar felt the divine power on his body disappear. It seemed that the shadow of God on his body was being slowly devoured.

He looked at the shadow under his body in a daze, and then revealed an extremely terrified expression.

After Dagmar came to the ship, his shadow also came to the ship.

Dagmar's shadow was incomparably huge, like a giant Three-Headed Snake, even bigger than the Stormwind.

But for this 'Sea of Spiderwebs,' it was too small.

Countless 'jellyfish' on the sea were frantically pulling Dagmar's shadow!

Those were not jellyfish at all, they were countless sea spiders drifting on the sea with spider silk.

As the little spiders entangled, a ferocious and huge shadow slowly emerged from the water.

At first, the shadow looked like a ship—it was the shadow of this ship.

But on this ship shadow, eight huge, incredibly slender legs stretched out.

It led the little spiders, frantically devouring the shadow of the Three-Headed Snake.

This ship shadow not only waved, not only could eat people, but also sang.

Those little 'jellyfish' were all little spiders born from it. Jellyfish were originally jellyfish, but they were attracted by the spider ship's song and gradually mutated into spiders!

What the mad sailor who wrote the diary said was completely crazy, but in his madness, there was a hidden truth.