In a er of Dreamnd, El, Linlin, and Gerd sat by the shore, engaged in a lively versation.

  "Gerd, do you have enough souls?" Linlin asked curiously as something came to her mind.

  She was well aware of El's grand pn: to build a massive airborne fortress. The idea was ferd to harvest enough souls and ihem into an enormous cloud isnd that spanned over ten kilometers, creating a floating isnd that could be moved at will. This was inteo be the future headquarters of the Fallen Angel Pirates.

  However, achieving this was no easy feat—it required an immense number of souls.

  "Over the past few years, I’ve gradually collected some souls from pirates and navy soldiers..." Gerd spread her hands helplessly. "But since we’ve had to keep a low profile, the number isn’t rge."

  "Most of the souls have beeo enhance Dreamnd and create various Homies battalions."

  The most resourtensive was the Sea King Homies battalion, particurly the 10th division. The cost was enormous. Even though Sea Kings were formidable creatures, they cked influen the Calm Belt. Iing souls into the corpses e Sea Kings increased the required number of souls expoially.

  For example, just the dozens of medium- and rge-sized Sea Kings, each over a hundred meters long, required the souls of nearly ten thousand people. To ehese creatures retained intelligend bat abilities, the main source of their souls had to e from powerful individuals. This ehey could uand and execute the ands of the Fallen Angel Pirates, rather than just move mindlessly.

  As a result, Gerd's current stockpile of souls was rather limited.

  "Infusing souls into a massive cloud isnd to create a true flying fortress is far beyond creating a Sea King battalion. This number of souls is nowhere near enough!"

  Building a rge flying fortress required an overwhelming number of souls. Even if Gerd, as the user of the Soul-Soul Fruit, ied part of her own soul into the cloud without affeg her lifespan, she could only create a top-tier Homie with a cloud diameter of about one kilometer.

  This, of course, would fall far short of El's vision. A signifit amount of souls was o tinuously feed the cloud, allowing it to grer.

  "The Totto Land pn is already being prepared and will soon be unched!"

  El, with his arms crossed, said in a deep voice, "Before that happens, the airborne fortress must be pleted as soon as possible..."

  He knew how overwhelming the Wover's hidden powers were. It was uaiher the "national treasure" of the Celestial Dragons was one of the three a ons, specifically the most powerful, "Uranus."

  But the power that could easily destroy an isnd in a sirike, erasing its foundation and leaving behind a massive abyss—ohat could even affect the world’s sea levels—could not be ignored. If the Wover perceived his growing threat, there was no guarahey wouldn’t use it.

  El had no iion of gambling with his or his rades' lives to test whether the Wover still had enough energy to activate this "treasure."

  A flying, mobile fortress—its location untraceable and able to move freely—was absolutely essential.

  And if the world were ever doomed to be destroyed, with most of the nd submerged by the sea, such a mobile fortress would be even more necessary.

  "If the souls of pirates aren’t enough, then we’ll target the navy..."

  He asked directly, "How many more do we o expand the flying fortress to a ten-kilometer radius?"

  Holy, given their size, giants like Lily, Witt, Gerd, and Hajrudin—all from the Giant race—didn’t find ten kilometers to be vast. To El, it still felt insuffit. The buildings and facilities, if structed to a giant's scale, would leave little room for movement.

  Si was meant to be the Fallen Angel Pirates’ headquarters, there was o reach the final goal all at ohey could tinue colleg souls ter and expand the fortress gradually.

  "A cloud isnd over ten kilometers wide would be colossal... To es flight speed isn’t too sloould least ten thousand souls from elite navy soldiers!" Gerd estimated, stroking her . "In the New World, about half of the naval persoatio those G-numbered bases would meet this requirement."

  "If we were to sider regur navy soldiers from the Four Seas, we would least 100,000 well-trained souls!"

  As for ordinary civilians, Gerd didn’t mentiohey hadn’t fallen so low as to harm i people just to harvest souls.

  But the navy? That was their enemy, so there was nothing more to say.

  After all, they were pirates, not saints.

  "Well then, that simplifies things!"

  El's expression remained calm as he spoke indifferently.

  "El, are you really pnning tet the navy?" Gerd asked, surprised.

  Such a massive gap in the number of souls—if El truly went after the navy, the otion would be no less signifit thahe giants of Elbaf destroyed the G-12 fortress.

  The navy, while cautious of the world’s stro nation, Elbaf, would not hesitate against the retively unknown Fallen Angel Pirates. Furthermore, for years, they had been searg for El, the st of the Lunarian race, hoping to eliminate him before he grew too powerful.

  They would undoubtedly spare no effort, sending admirals and fleets to annihite him, even using the Buster Call if necessary.

  "Is that so?" Linlin’s eyes lit up, eager for a.

  She could hardly wait to showcase her strength.

  "We’ve been lying low long enough. It’s time to show our fangs!" El cracked his neck, smirking coldly. "Besides, didn’t you mention a major au is about to be held on the Sabaody Archipego?"

  "Perfect timing—I’m curious to measure the strength of a Marine Admiral and see just how strong I’ve bee!"

  "And who knows, maybe the soul of an admiral could be worth more than those of ten thousae navy soldiers?"

  Bleam