The platinum key appeared in his hand in the blink of an eye. At the same time, a golden space ripple appeared in the space behind him.

A main gun on the spacecraft protruded from it, and the black muzzle was aimed directly at the members of the Jinquan Society in front.

"Karl! If you kill us, Jin Quan will never let it go! Young man, don't be too impetuous!"

The pressure from the naval guns laying flat on the ground was much greater than being pointed at by a gun. A member of the Jinquan Club was a little confused, but he still yelled at Carl in a timid manner.

He was making a last attempt to bully others by taking advantage of their power, and at the same time he was betting that Carl would not dare to touch them.

But gamblers will not die a good death.

"Full of energy? What kind of young man would you be if you weren't full of energy?"

With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, psychic power lit up in Carl's eyes, and a magic shell was fired, hitting the area where the person who had just spoken was.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and the gambler who was at least level 8 disappeared from the world along with some of the airships.

The atmosphere of despair spread across the deck. Suddenly, a professional with bloodshot eyes and bulging veins on his forehead shouted like a madman: "There is no way out! Kill him!"

Infected by his aura, the professionals on the airship seemed to have figured out the key and flew towards Carl.

However, the next second, dozens of golden ripples suddenly appeared behind Carl, and more spaceship cannons protruded from them. Some of them had even condensed elemental energy at the muzzles, ready to go.

Those members of the Golden Power Society who rushed towards Carl gritted their teeth and continued to kill him, but Carl did not feel any sympathy for their bravery. Instead, he directly used his psychic power to issue orders to attack.

Magical shells condensed by the knowledge of the continuous-fire weapon infusion and the school of spellcasting were fired one after another. The dense barrage of bullets fell like raindrops, turning the bodies of one professional after another into blood mist and fireworks.

The airship was torn apart by the attack, and then reduced to debris in subsequent attacks.

In just a blink of an eye, only a small piece of deck where Carl was standing was left.

The artillery fire stopped and Carl stood motionless on the deck, as if admiring his masterpiece.

At this moment, the unclear shadows around him suddenly became thicker, and a figure with bloodshot eyes jumped out, with a dagger in his hand pointing directly at Carl's chest.

Just as the Shadow Sect monk was about to deliver a fatal blow to Carl, suddenly, the surrounding air surged wildly.

Carl raised his left hand and pointed it at him. The air currents gathered in his palm and condensed into a strange ball of air emitting white light.

The monk didn't know what it was, but for the sake of his own life, he insisted on stabbing Carl in the heart.

However, in just a blink of an eye, the monk suddenly found himself flying backwards.

The glowing gas ball in Carl's hand had disappeared, and he seemed to have lost all his strength at once, his limbs and body as soft as noodles.

In a trance, the monk looked down.

His chest seemed to have been penetrated by some high-energy attack. A wound as big as a bowl went through his body. The edge of the wound was charred black, and it was obvious that it had been instantly carbonized by the powerful energy.

"Plop"

Falling on the remaining deck of the airship, the monk struggled to take out something life-saving from his dimensional bag, but saw Carl floating over, lifted up by psychic power.

"Humph! I saw you disappear in stealth after you finished shouting the slogan right after the battle started. I thought you were going to do something amazing, so I deliberately didn't greet you more. Sigh~, this is the result? Even if I gave you a chance, you couldn't do anything!"

Pinching the other person's head, Carl lifted him up.

A body over two meters tall was a huge difference for these guys who were less than 1.7 meters tall. In addition, Carl's muscles had been growing rapidly in recent times, and the monk, who was already dying due to a missing heart, had no power to resist at all.

The monk opened his mouth tremblingly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end all his words turned into a sigh and disappeared along with his life.

With a little force, Carl threw it out and didn't look at it anymore.

"Ahem, ahem, thank you, Mr. Karl."

Struggling to get up from the ground, Alan stared blankly at everything in front of him. For the first time, he had a clearer understanding of Carl's true strength.

"It's okay. You are Lisanna's subordinate, so you are my subordinate if you round it off. Besides, these hyenas came after you because of me. It's my duty to help you."

As he spoke, Carl patted Alan on the shoulder, causing Alan to cough twice again.

The golden space ripples gradually disappeared and the muzzle retracted, but several Iron Ant Type II constructs flew out and carried Carl and Alan back to the port a few dozen meters away.

Having witnessed the entire battle just now, the ordinary people in the port watched Carl leave with longing and admiration in their eyes.

The members of the Jinquan Club who had been hiding in the shadows and had not had time to board the ship breathed a sigh of relief, and for the first time they felt fortunate for their low status.

The person who was able to receive the news and escape by boat in the first place could obviously not be a minion. The people on that airship were the middle-level and above members who were responsible for this operation.

"I, I have to pass the message back!"

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he tremblingly took out a piece of letter paper and began to write down what he had witnessed.

…

The Breland Federation, the City of a Thousand Towers, Sharn.

On the upper floors of the towering tower, a dozen or so leaders of the Financial Power Association who possessed immense wealth and many of their members gathered together, their faces as gloomy as water.

They have not had an easy time recently. Although the original Kingdom of Breland was disintegrated and reorganized into the Breland Federation, these businessmen who possessed a large amount of wealth not only failed to become the masters of the country, but instead lost a large amount of means of production in a short period of time.

In their original expectation, after the businessmen took over the country, their financial power would truly possess money and power, thus obtaining the qualifications to pursue further developments.

However, when the Breland nobility was abolished, the members of Parliament turned their attention to their former companions.

Many industries monopolized by the Financial Power Association were punished by antitrust laws and forced to pay staggering amounts of fines and related factories.

The MPs used these assets to win over the citizens of Breland and have become alienated from the Financial Power Society.

It was at this time that the leaders of the Financial Power Association realized that the emphasis of "gold" and "power" was not on money, but on power.

The Breland Council, which has gained the support of the Breland people, is no longer the sheep that needed their support, but has become a hungry wolf that is capable of destroying their homes and lives.

Not only that, in this world of swords and magic, only truly powerful strength is the basis for guaranteeing all glory and wealth.

The druids of Eludin are aware of this, as are the nobles and queen of Aundair, the warlords and king of Karrnath, and even the current parliamentarians of Breland are all aware of this.

Only the Financial Power Association, an organization that has accumulated huge wealth through conspiracy and corruption but lacks the power to match it, ignored this point.

They think that as long as they have enough money, they can impress anyone in the world.

However, the reality is that they are just fat sheep that are allowed to roam free.

It's fine when everything is safe and sound, but once the real interests of the major forces are touched, they are just meat on the table.

(End of this chapter)