Mark gave him a look, and Rosalyn suddenly got to work.

"Tell my lord Mark Destini to do what he planned."

At the sound of an order, three red flares shot into the sky, emitting a strange light in the clear sky.

Looking at the flares falling slowly, the cargo ships that followed the Caribbean immediately crossed the battleship and approached the shore.

"The small ones are in the hold!"

"There's clean water in the hold."

"Some canned yellow peaches, I don't know if you can eat them."

"The treants are all tied to dragged steel cables, and we have nowhere to put you but to drag them back."

Everything shows that Mark was premeditated.

It doesn't matter anymore, though.

The tree god slowly walked in front of the Caribbean, Rao is two-thirds of its body has already submerged under the water, and the height of 100 meters on the surface of the water alone is still amazingly oppressive.

"Thank you, great and merciful Lord Mark Destini! As agreed, Angelina and I, along with all the Treant Elders, will be your servants."

The dryad bowed slowly, but its huge size like an aircraft carrier caused a huge wave on the bow of the ship with a slight movement, arching the entire Caribbean more than five meters upwards.

If it weren't for the Demon God's control of Bottis to block the biggest wave in time, it is estimated that he would have tossed more than ten meters.

In this way, it has already caused a deliberately suppressed exclamation in various places on the ship.

Mark bared his teeth, and when he received such a giant thug, it felt like the legendary horse-drawn cart. Normally, it doesn't work at all.

Compared with the ridiculously large tree god, the goddess of the lake is much more pleasing to the eye when it stands on the bow of the boat.

It's just that she looks like a water elemental creature, with no human body and no human physiology at all.

Mark nodded, "When containment is complete, then reroute to Boliva Island."

"Thank you so much!" Angelina, the goddess of the lake, took the place of the tree god and curtsied to Mark Yingying.

Mark glanced at the oversized tree god, "Can you enter the spirit realm like Boutis and follow the fleet?"

"Don't worry, even if I'm no longer a god, I still have this strength." Sulman hummed.

"That's it."

The migration of a large race is destined to be time-consuming and labor-intensive.

Treants can float on the surface of the sea, but the freighter that acts as a tugboat also needs to have enough horsepower to pull it. In order to complete the storage of more than 30,000 children of the forest, and to tie all the treemen to the back of freighters and tugboats, Mark and the others tossed around not far from the shore for a full day to get it done.

When this exaggerated fleet sailed on the sea, the sea that had been beautiful a second before was suddenly covered with dark clouds and thunder in the clouds.

Without waiting for Mark to react, a terrible thunderbolt that ran through the heavens and the earth slammed into the bow of the Caribbean.

As we all know, in addition to the [time] and [space] abilities, thunder and lightning are the fastest power.

"Be careful!" It all happened so fast that Barbara beside Mark only had time to unfurl a small shield of divine power.

It was as if time had stood still at this moment.

Mark still had an unconcealable horror on his face, and said to himself, "Who did I provoke again?"

Amazingly, Minnie, who was strolling around the bow of the boat at the moment, looked up at this scene, and her beautiful face under the silver mask looked a little excited.

What to take chestnuts from the fire, what to cut off the beard, these complicated things she doesn't understand.

Since completely fusing the Valkyrie body, she found that the power she had gained was useless.

Minnie was a little depressed.

Finally ran into a person who came to find fault, her gaze was not so much staring at the thunder in front of her, but thinking of Mark's smiling face.

"Mark will be happy to block this blow!" That's what Minnie told herself.

Do what you think!

In the next moment, Minnie turned into a silver streamer and rose into the sky, fearlessly facing the thunder that fell in the air.

When Mark, who was in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, saw this scene, his heart was about to fly out, and he subconsciously scolded abroad:

"...... It's pretty!"

That's right, a certain bastard owner temporarily changed his tune.

Because he saw Minnie's highlight from both the normal vision and the fate vision.

In a loud bang, countless roaring sparks and twisted razers were refracting and flying from Minnie's slender right hand.

Mark knew that Minnie was very sloppy, but he didn't know how to be so sloppy.

When the lightning strike was refracted and fell on the sea on both sides of the Caribbean, stirring up dozens of columns of water that rushed to the sky, a tsunami-like cheer erupted on board.

It was the praise of the crew and even the angels of the family!

Of course, for the Heavenly One, this is not very good.

Originally, this was a dismount against Mark, but who knows, Mark didn't even send a god here, and ran an inexplicable Valkyrie (Angel) out, and this thunderous bombardment was resolved.

It made him feel a little shameless.

However, he was not sure if Mark was his enemy, so he could not kill him again.

"Humph!" A cold snort was like another thunderclap between the sea and the sky.

At an altitude of three hundred meters, a huge humanoid outlined in swaying thunder appeared out of thin air. The mysterious existence of this male silhouette is only half a body 500 meters high, giving people the impression that his head has been pushed all the way to the lower edge of the black oppressive clouds.

The thunder hook that writhed on his body kept erupting with a piercing explosion.

As soon as he appeared, he was stunned to show the terrifying sense of coercion of the dark clouds pressing down on the city.

Without Mark's command, the huge body of the tree god immediately pierced through the spirit realm, and it floated on the surface of the sea.

Even so, it blocked half of the Caribbean.

Mark's face was dull, and he slowly walked out of the cabin, and came to the deck outside, where four goddesses and a former goddess lined him up on his left and right.

Although he didn't like it, Mark couldn't help but tilt his head and shout, "Lord of the Storm! What do you mean!?"

"It's not interesting." The voice of the Storm Lord rumbled in the sky, "I just wanted to see what it was like to be a rising star who would compete with me to dominate the seas."

Mark was embarrassed at first, and then realized.

Laugh to death!

Because I'm holding a borrowed trident, the Lord of the Storm thinks I'm going to fight with him for control of the sea?

Mark grimaced, pouring the power of fate into his voice, "If I say yes...... So what?"

"Then ......"

As soon as the Lord of the Storm said two words, Mark's voice suddenly sharpened, interrupting him fiercely, "Why the hell do you think clearly before answering me!"

The voice of the little mortal suddenly echoed throughout the sea, clanging, and Rao heard it in the ears of the Lord of the Storm, and there was a deafening feeling.

The Lord of the Storm flickered, and suddenly realized that the space around him was filled with sacredness that he was not familiar with.

Just like in the great chapel of another house before he was canonized, the statues of the gods who stood high above him at that time looked at him with far-reaching eyes.

No!

This time is different. This time, it was actually nearly ten god-king-level terrifying existences, all of whom crossed the boundaries of time and space together, and looked at him in unison.