Wizard World Irregular

Chapter 969: The Prince Of The Tides [Part 4]



Ethan didn't even know that the Golden Egg had escaped from him because he was busy facing off against the Black-Haired Man in the sky.

Every time they clashed, the Black-Haired Man would be pushed back due to the

overwhelming strength Ethan possessed at the moment.

With the power of the Tide Bringer's Legacy and King Oceanus' Legacy, Ethan had truly stepped onto the realm of superhumans.

A punch from him could easily shatter a boulder, so even if he was fighting against the Fomorian Chieftain, he still had the absolute advantage.

However, he wasn't being too complacent and was on guard against the other Fomorians who were on the Flying Ships casting curse spells at him in an attempt to support their Chieftain in battle.

Ethan might be strong, but he wasn't delusional enough to think that he could defeat an army numbering hundreds of thousands alone.

Half of the Fomorian Army was on the sea, while the other half was in the sky.

The battle on the Sea was under control, but the Flying Ships in the sky only suffered hundreds of casualties from Ethan's Lightning Storm.

Not all Fomorians specialized in close combat. Several of them were proficient in casting spells, curses, and dark magic.

And now, that barrage of spells was raining down on Ethan, making things difficult for him.

Areadbhair streaked across the sky, targeting the Fomorian Chieftain. But the latter didn't dare to face it head-on, so he would choose to dodge it at all times, while unleashing a barrage of Wind Spells at Ethan, keeping him at bay.

If not for the fact that Areadbhair was putting pressure on the Fomorian Chieftain, Ethan would've found it extremely difficult to even close the distance between them.

However, as the minutes ticked by, Ethan understood that he wouldn't be able to defeat his opponent in the short term.

'I guess there's no other way,' Ethan thought as he recalled Areadbhair and made a nosedive toward the sea.

As he did so, he sent a telepathic message to all the warriors of the Ocean Races through the power of his Authority.

The moment they heard Ethan's message, all of them dove down and disengaged from their battle with the Fomorians, surprising their enemies.

The One-Eyed Giant, the Two-Horned Giant, and the Purple-Haired Lady were surprised about the sudden retreat of the members of the Ocean Races.

Ethan's side currently had the advantage, so their retreat confused the Fomorians a great deal.

But it didn't take long for them to understand why the Ocean Races all backed away in a hurry. In the distance, a giant wave that seemed to be around a hundred meters or higher was raging across the sea, making the Fomorians cry out in shock and despair.

Standing over the great wave was none other than the Prince of Atlantis, who had decided to wipe out all the Fomorians Ships on the sea with a giant wave.

"Stop him!" the Purple-Haired Lady shouted as she summoned her strongest fire spell.

The Black-Haired Man also channeled everything he had to repel the giant wave.

But deep inside, they both felt that whatever they were going to do was useless.

Combining their spells, they unleashed a powerful blast towards the giant wave, intending to disperse it.

Ethan, who had already expected this, summoned his wand.

"Sing with me," Ethan said softly.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Illumina!"

His wand that had accompanied him since he discovered the Wizarding World transformed into the image of the beautiful Mermaid Princess.

But it didn't end there.

The real Illumina also appeared beside Ethan, and together with the young man's perfect Resonance, she sang her song, creating a giant beam of water that collided with the two Fomorian Chieftains' attacks.

The two powerful spells collided and canceled each other out, making the faces of the Fomorians turn grim.

Hopelessness, frustration, anxiety, and unwillingness flashed across their faces as the Giant Wave rose higher, like a Behemoth that was about to crush the ants who dared to offend his Master.

"He really is the Prince of the Tide," Princess Ariel commented as she looked behind the Giant Wave, which was about to descend upon the Fomorian Army.

Princess Wilhelmina nodded in agreement before she raised her hand, signaling the members of the Ocean Races behind her to prepare their charge towards their enemies, who would soon be devastated by the giant wave that answered its Master's wishes.

The sound of the wave smashing against the Fomorian Ships was similar to the warcry that prompted the Warriors of the Sea to charge forward.

The wave was like a heavy cavalry that destroyed the opponent's defenses, leaving them open for the infantry's charge.

Even though the ships were made from Ancient Artifacts, all of them were flipped over by the wave and crushed by the force behind it.

Countless Fomorians fell into the sea, and only Three Fomorian Chieftains had been spared from the onslaught.

The Black-Haired Man used his Wind Spells to lift his comrades to the sky, preventing most of them from getting caught up in the disaster.

A minute later, they all looked down at the devastation on the sea.

Not a single ship remained floating, and the Fomorians were desperately struggling to find something to hold onto as they struggled to remain afloat.

Unfortunately, before they could even do that, the Warriors of the Sea resurfaced and started a massacre.

The surface of the sea that had been washed clean by the earlier tidalwave was once again dyed in the color of blood, and this time, the Fomorian Chieftains knew that there was no way to salvage the situation.

Ethan's giant Tidal Wave had put an end to the battle in one move, making King Arawn and Godfrey look at him with solemn expressions on their faces.

Out of all the Chieftains, the One-Eyed Giant was the only one who had failed to escape at the last moment because all of his strength suddenly left his body.

Because of this, he was washed away by the wave, which would soon claim the countless lives

of his brethren, making the sea their final resting place, as well as the grave of their ambition for world conquest, which had finally come to an end.