East Coast of the New Continent, Northern Sea.

Forward Island.

This was originally a desolate island where not even birds would defecate, but because it is less than fifty kilometers from the more northern Potosi Islands, you can even see the thick white fog surrounding Potosi with the naked eye from here.

So it was occupied by the Hilus people far from here and named "Forward Island," becoming their headquarters for maneuvering with the countries of Sak and Atlant.

However, stationing here does have an unexpected advantage.

That is because it is located on a branch of the West Wind Warm Current. Although it is already fully into winter, the warm current keeps the Hilus soldiers, deprived of clothing and food due to someone's "looting," from being directly frozen into popsicles...

"Brr... It's so cold! I'm starting to miss that damn tropical heat like a steam box."

Young Private Makazi shrank his neck to prevent the cold wind from pouring in too swiftly, then blew out a breath, turning it into a puff of white mist.

"Ha! Me too."

"And... and those big-bottomed Atrean women!"

"Hehehe..."

At this moment, these soldiers, emitting lewd laughter, were standing with firearms on the temporarily built watchtower on the island, performing routine guard duties.

But they were only wrapped in a few extra layers of thin clothing, without a hint of cotton. It's tough on them now, neither warm nor full, yet still full of lascivious thoughts.

In all the Hilus colonies, only the Vice-Kingdom of La Plata experiences a real winter, and only there do they equip soldiers with winter gear, with some surplus in reserve.

Yet most of the winter gear intended for frontline soldiers fell into Phaletis's pockets in the first supply line blockade.

Real war is not like playing a strategy game; supplies cannot be created out of thin air, and organizing adequate winter clothing for all frontline soldiers is not that easy.

The "Silver War" began in late autumn, and now, almost two months later, it is the coldest time of the year.

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

The cold wind blowing from the Eternal White Land in the north swirls as if to take away the last bit of warmth from the human body through the gaps in clothing.

Especially with the mysterious disappearance of a large number of supply ships and merchant ships some time ago.

Even though the upper echelons made timely strategic adjustments, adopting fleet formations for large-scale transport, this severely delayed the progress of the frontline battles.

But the various ships lost during that period cannot be replaced in a short time, and the overall transport capacity of the supply line has inevitably been severely impacted.

Especially since the onset of winter, with severe depletion of various supplies, logistics have become very tight.

Not only are the ordinary soldiers bitterly complaining, but even the frontline commanders find themselves in a predicament.

In a sheltered hillside on Forward Island, a temporary command post had already been set up with cold-resistant buffalo hides.

Inside the tent, a brazier was lit.

The senior officers of the Hilus frontline fleet had all gathered there.

Major General Orcott, the overall commander, holding his command saber, solemnly asked a military officer sitting to the side:

"General Staff, how have you planned the next course of action?"

At these words, the face of the officer in charge of the General Staff dropped, but he had to brace himself and answer:

"Commander, it's not that we aren't trying, but we don't have enough means to break the stalemate right now!

Particularly with the reinforcement from the Vice-Kingdom of La Plata, which was originally scheduled to arrive a while ago, having completely lost contact.

The entire series of attack plans we drafted around the newly added Level 3 battleship can only be voided, returning us to the stalemate and tug-of-war."

Since the start of the war.

Three parties have successively assembled more than sixty warships of various classes, fighting several fierce battles in the sea near Potosi. Although Hilus generally has the upper hand, it is not possible to eliminate the opponent's main force in a short time.

Moreover, as time drags on, many disadvantages of their cross-regional combat have gradually become apparent.

Without a nearby navy base, dealing with harsh weather, logistical pressure, medical support, ship maintenance, and personnel rest... all are significant challenges they face.

The Hilus officers and soldiers, used to crushing the enemy using various advantages, have not fought such an exasperating war in a long time.

Especially with the mysterious and quiet disappearance of a formidable naval fleet, led by the Stendeburg, even the senior frontline officers have become somewhat disoriented.

They don't know if these comrades encountered a shipwreck or unexpected enemy forces?

The unexpected means variability, and too many variables could completely cause the war's trajectory to spiral out of control. Especially at a stalemate, a slide into the abyss is not impossible.

"And the war came too abruptly, leaving us heading to the frontlines with nothing prepared except weapons.

Due to supply line constraints, not only is there insufficient winter clothing, but fresh food is also being rationed. Most soldiers are consuming salted meat, peas, and oatmeal suited for storage in tropical environments, causing morale to deteriorate.

Perhaps we could supplement some fresh food ourselves at the Giant Horn Cape Fishery, otherwise before the war takes a turn, the soldiers will surely encounter issues."

Not waiting for Major General Orcott to inquire further, the head of the Logistics Department also reported his predicament to him.

Clearly.

In this aspect, Tulip's supply line blockade tactic was quite effective, with its contribution in tandem with the cold weather to the war being no less compared to the two nations on the frontline battlefield.

The commander gently tapped his command saber on the ground, looking around at all the officers present to provide not a summary, but a non-summary of the meeting:

"Till now, our garrison at Fort Navedad is fighting alone.

If reinforcements from the various colonies fail to arrive in time, the current stalemate might be the best outcome we can achieve.

So, send our current situation back to the rear command, requesting...."

Just at this moment.

"Report!"

The tent's flap was lifted, and an adjutant rushed in with a gust of cold wind, bringing the latest orders from the rear.

"Hold the line, Admiral Trevier will personally take command on the frontline! The general attack is about to commence!"

Upon hearing this, the officers below looked at each other, puzzled.

"Could it be...?"

....

The Northern cold winds howled.

Yet the Golden Sea was bathed in bright sunlight.

At the Navy Base Fort Navedad, located on the eastern side of the Balboa Isthmus, a fleet with only two warships was fully equipped and ready to go.

Though they numbered only two, no one dared to underestimate their power.

The masts of these two warships bore the Hilus Flame Banner like ordinary military ships, but their combat strength was fundamentally different from ordinary military ships.

Because these were two of the most powerful weapons for dominance in the New Continent—Quasi-Legendary Battleships!

One of them had the form of a Level 3 Battleship, with a General's Banner, Captain's Banner, and a Noble Banner with lavender patterns hanging from the foremast... indicating its identity.

If Aiven were here, he would immediately recognize it as the Quasi-Legendary Battleship—"Guard Commander"—with whom the "Storm Horn" had had a very unfriendly interaction.

After nearly two months of hard travel, this mighty weapon belonging to the strongest New Hilus Vice-Kingdom finally arrived at the Golden Sea.

And the other was also a Level 3 Battleship.

But just by looking at its exterior, this battleship showed no difference from a standard Hilus Level 3 Ship, making it impossible to see its "legendary" aspect.

Yet this battleship belonged to Admiral Trevier, the top military officer guarding the Golden Sea and the entire New Continent—his vehicle, "Nether River Jellyfish"!

At this moment, the "Nether River Jellyfish" hoisted the Fleet Commander's flag.

Towering like an iron tower, Admiral Trevier stood at his commanding position, saluting Vice Admiral Adonis Auston, Captain Knight on the nearby "Guard Commander," as a gesture of mutual respect.

With a relaxed demeanor, as if setting off for a picnic.

Clearly, they were confident about their mission.

That was to end the "Silver War" before spring came and completely capture the entire Potosi Islands!

Operation Codename: Silver Flash!

Initially, they didn't want to utterly break the tacit agreement between nations, being the first to deploy the ultimate Quasi-Legendary Battleships.

But the stalemate on the front lines put pressure on Admiral Trevier, the Navy Commander of the New Continent.

Because early in the war, they had promised His Majesty the King Philip II, far in the homeland:

To ensure that, during the routine return of the Great Treasure Fleet next spring, the first silver brick refined from the Potosi Silver Mine would be presented to him!

Moreover, since it concerned the kingdom's military funds, the fleet's return could not be stopped, which would undoubtedly weaken the New Continent's military force, further disrupting the balance on the front lines.

Additionally, the merchant ships accompanying the Hilus Treasure Fleet needed to contribute one-fifth to the kingdom, a significant income not to be ignored.

Therefore, seeing that the fleet's departure was just over a month away, they decided to personally get involved.

Two Quasi-Legendary weapons should be enough to suppress Sak and Atlant, perhaps without even fighting; just showing up might make them obediently give up the silver mine.

Especially since, unless all the countries of the New Continent joined forces, no one could make Hilus follow the rules!

Signal flags waved, and the two warships slowly left the port.

At the same time.

Admiral Trevier took a black conch horn from his waist, which was never far from him, and blew it with all his might.

Toot—

The loud sound of the conch horn resonated across the sea.

And an inexplicable presence responded to it!

Glub glub...

A gigantic shadow over 500 meters long, equivalent to the length of seven Level 1 Ships, emerged silently like a ghost from the depths of the sea.

It was a giant jellyfish, or more accurately, a sea monster in the form of a jellyfish!

[Wild Sea Monster·Giant Species·Nether River Jellyfish]

It was also the source of confidence for the seemingly ordinary Level 3 Ship to be called "Quasi-Legendary"!

The bell-shaped head of this Nether River Jellyfish had a diameter exceeding sixty meters, and its four arms reached five hundred meters, making it a truly formidable giant species.

Generally speaking, just one large sea monster suffices to be called the lowest level "Quasi-Legendary," and the "Nether River Jellyfish" equipped with a giant species certainly wasn't weak among "Quasi-Legendaries."

And the conch horn in the admiral's hand was known as the "Kraken Horn" or "Sea Monster Horn."

After personally defeating and taming this sea monster, he carved the legendary sea monster Kraken's name on the horn with extraordinary essence obtained from the sea monster's blood.

Then, under the sea monster's voluntary circumstance, he performed the corresponding ritual: Circumnavigating the sea monster's body three times clockwise and then three times counter-clockwise onboard a ship, establishing a universal contract, which allowed him to command the sea monster's actions through the horn.

Though only for those who have defeated the horn's owner.

As for what exactly Kraken was, some said it was the king of wild sea monsters, others said it was the mount of the Ancient Sea God, and yet others claimed it was the first sea monster tamed by humans...

In short, though myths were diverse, engraving this name on the horn was the only way for it to be effective.

This is also the foundation for countless sailors who aspired to become Sea Monster Knights and realized their dreams.

Whee—

The giant sea monster that surfaced emitted a sharp clear call through vocal organs hidden somewhere, lightly pulling the two battleships with its tentacles that looked like countless tattered rags.

Then it accelerated instantly.

Rustle rustle...

They vanished from the Northern Sea at a speed approaching the ship's weight limit of 18 knots.

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