Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

"Mira?" Aldred asked.

Mira frowned when she saw the mothership. "Holy Cathedral. That is the Grand Holy Fleet! The Holy Montcresia has sent one of their naval fleets!"

"They mentioned your name. What will you do?"

Mira frowned. "I will talk to them."

Aldred nodded and gave her the communication crystal. "Believers from Montcresia, my name is Mira. I am grateful that you went out of your way to look for me, but I leave on my own accord. Please don't attack this fleet for I am not being captured."

"LIES!" the bishop of the Holy Cathedral replied. "They also took our hero candidate, Ivette. We have to rescue Sister Mira and Ivette."

Mira's face turned grim. "They don't seem to believe us."

"They believe you," Aldred said. "But they choose not to. Something is weird. What do they want from both you and Ivette?"

Another fleet appeared in the distance, and leading the fleet was a gigantic mothership with wide bright wings that spread to both sides, sending a breeze towards the back which sped up the entire fleet.

Rachel frowned. "That's one of Paphia's mothership: Grand Flight! And that is the Glorious Paphia Fleet!"

"Sir Aldred! We are thankful that you found our dear princess Krista. Now please hand her to us."

"What the fuck is going on?" Aldred asked in confusion.

"There is no time for questions, Aldred. Those guys are coming at us!" Stella shouted.

The Mechanical Fleet charged forward while bombarding Aldred's mothership.

But then something happened, the Bestial Fleet from the Leonin race also attacked the Mechanical Fleet.

It was said that Ceraisia and Duria contributed to Torvenia's downfall. This led Xoros Goldenbelt to attack them.

Not only that, but the Glorious Paphia Fleet also attack Simond's fleet, and both of them also attacked the pirates.

And now, everyone was shooting at each other.

That was a relief for Aldred. If they all worked together to fight him, he wouldn't survive for long.

But even so, the battle went on for days with all the ships firing shells at each other and explosions ringing endlessly.

The sea raged, shaking with submarines bombarding each other with magic torpedoes and mechanical torpedoes.

One mechanical submarine sent a special torpedo at a magic submarine, and when the torpedo exploded, it created some sort of electromagnetic field around the area. At first, nothing happened, but suddenly, all the submarines nearby were crushed by a mysterious pressure.

A whirling sound echoed deep in the water, and all the sea creatures exploded into the blood.

Magic torpedoes were hurled at each other and the explosions created blasting waves in the water and on the surface.

One torpedo created a typhoon of water within the ocean and swept the mechanical submarines, mincing them into pieces.

While the submarines and warships fought within and on top of the water, golems, mechanical drones, aircraft, magic beasts, and even magic puppets swarmed the sky and crashed against each other.

The mechanical drones and aircraft fared fairly well against the others with their seamless synchronization system. They were able to work with each other with accurate calculations and adapt to the situation much faster.

But nobody held an advantage against one another.

The sea raged on for more than a week until all the fleets were at close range.

That was when the next phase began.

"Mister Aldred," Thinker's voice came from the mechanical fleet. "You have enraged my master, and he demanded you to give me the ring."

"Fuck you!"

"Response received. Initiating plan B: Tactical Force."

Numerous mechas appeared on the deck and leaped onto The Devourer.

"Give me the ring, and we will leave."

"Get the fuck off my ship, and I will not pull your memory chip!"

"Threat detected. Proceed to attack."

The mechas raised their hand, and blue light shone from their shoulders to their arms and end to their hand before a long sword materialized out of nowhere.

The sword was enveloped by lightning, and it created a trail of smoke in the air.

"Fighter golems, attack!"

Thousands of fighter golems came out from the hallway with their rare-grade armor gleaming under the sun.

They raised their magic sword and slashed, clashing blades with the mechas.

"Aldred, the pirates are boarding our ships!" Stella said.

"Kill them. Kill everyone that boards my ships!"

Stella and all of his wives nodded before they charged toward the pirates and slaughtered them.

Bartrem lifted his cooking grill and threw it at the pirates. "Soldiers! Attack!"

As the motherships were shooting giant shells at each other, the infantry made their way to the motherships of their opponent and attacked everything they see.

Aldred opened a portal. Thousands of fighter golems, gunner golems, and artillery golems rushed in.

The gunner golems fired a storm of fire bullets at the enemy. The mechas were rained upon with their armor making a clanging sound.

"Long-range threat detected. Proceed to eliminate."

The mechas squad shone and leaped towards the gunner.

Unbeknownst to them, a group of fighter golems were ready to intercept them and defended the gunner golems.

The golems used all of their weight to crash onto the mechas. The clash was heavy because the golem's entire body was made out of rare-grade treasure. This made them heavy and highly durable.

But the mechas were no ordinary mechas as well. They were made out of refined materials and the technology within them was not to be underestimated.

The mechas raised their fist, and a super-hot laser blasted forward, cutting the golems in half.

Aldred summoned his three clones and willed them to fight.

Soon after, all of the mechas and pirates were killed under the sharpness and ruthlessness of the Phantom Doomblade.

The sea was covered in debris and blood.

The battle lasted for another week, and now all of their protective barriers had run out of mana or energy.

"The magic barrier is down! Prepare for impact!" Burchard shouted.

That was when the full firepower of every mothership was felt. Shooting in close proximity with each other, the shells punched through the armors of the motherships and exploded.

A shell struck the deck he was on, and he was blasted to the sky. When he landed, he summoned his clones again and ordered them to refill the mana crystal in the storage room.

"If this keeps on going, all of us will die here."