Chapter 747 Challenge the Ocean

The greatest courage of mortals is to challenge the sky and the sea.

The slightly salty sea breeze blows from the east, blowing over the long coastline of the east coast, blowing over the port houses with black sloping roofs and the ancient spire towers, the black crown and shield flag in the port city "Mobius" Hunting and flying over the main castle of ”, the flags are facing the endless sea, and the sun is rising on the sea.

Earl Owen Dyson, with short black hair, dark blue eyes, and a black double-breasted trench coat, stands in front of the window facing the sea. From the commanding heights of the castle, he quietly overlooks the prosperous city scene below and the distant waves. Sparkling calm sea.

This is Mobius Port, the largest seaport on the east coast of the Typhon Empire, and a must-stop for eastern humans to visit the ocean.

used to be.

The Dyson family has ruled this land for hundreds of years. The ancestors of the Earl of Owen led the original people to overcome all obstacles and use the power of boulders and magic to reshape this solid coastline in the east of the empire. Seven hundred years ago , This is an unusually prosperous city. Typhon, who had recently established his country, relied on this port to knock on the gateway to the sea, and opened up important colonial points on several eastern islands. The ancestors mined on those islands. Ore, planting spices, provide a steady stream of precious resources for the new country, and maintain the circulation of materials in the southeastern and northeastern regions of the empire with the prosperous eastern continent route. Mobius Port, as the hub of all this, has a detached status for a time. .

However, that prosperity only lasted for a short time.

The fall of the three major dark sects has ruined the qualifications of mankind to challenge the ocean - the departure of the son of the storm has made mankind no longer able to perceive the storm and the turbulent flow of magic in the endless sea, and can no longer quell the fury of the ocean. There are more than a dozen nautical miles close to the landing site, and these "safe routes" are still intermittent and cannot be connected at all.

At first, brave captains and scholars tried to maintain those routes with experience, courage and alternative supernatural spells, but the high price and the embarrassing national strength at the beginning of Typhon's founding made those brave challengers finally choose to give up, The colonial islands in the distant sea were forced to be abandoned, and the output of minerals, plants, and marine life from the ocean was also forced to be interrupted.

From a prosperous port city, it has become a distribution center for offshore fishermen, and it has become a resting point for nearby business travelers. The city has been maintained to this day by relying on the sluggish offshore fishing goods and passing taxes.

And until today, it has become prosperous again.

Earl Owen's eyes swept across the edge of the city, over the towers and looming smoke rising near the coastline.

That is the mining field of Burning Rock.

No one would have imagined that what finally brought Mobius Port back to life would be those gray-white stones that were once considered useless and worth less than silt.

The edge of the coastline is full of burning stones. Those stones are the raw materials for the production of rich dust and spar matrix. The emergence of new technologies has made them hot and worthless. As the largest city on the east coast, Mobius The port also miraculously came back to life overnight, and in just a few years, it has become prosperous again.

And as quickly as Mobius Port is changing, there is the entire Typhon Empire.

The great Rosetta Augustus brought prosperity and change to the Empire, and although many of the "changes" he brought made some stubborn and conservative nobles very dissatisfied, these dissatisfied nobles did not include Moby Lord Owen Dyson of Uth - For this frontier earl who has undergone a huge transformation from hardship to wealth, His Majesty Rosetta has brought him an absolute improvement.

What made the frontier earl even more excited, even a little excited, was that after making the empire prosperous and strong, His Majesty the Emperor finally turned his attention to the endless sea again.

The sparkling sea undulates slightly in the distance, and the morning sun glows with fine phosphorescence on the sea. Earl Owen knows that the seemingly calm sea is actually extremely dangerous, and the chaotic storm and magic turbulence more than ten nautical miles away will make the Powerful transcendents are buried in the deep sea, and those turbulent currents and storms have also cut the original complete coastal routes into pieces. Hundreds of years ago, the new and weak Typhon Kingdom failed to regain those routes, but today, heavy The newly reborn Typhon Empire may have been able to challenge the sea again.

A footstep from far to near woke Owen Dyson from his contemplation, and he heard the voice of the attendant from behind: "My lord, that creature is awake."

Earl Owen turned his head: "I see - lead the way."

"Yes, my lord."

Owen Dyson left the room facing the sea, walked through the long corridor of the castle accompanied by his attendants, walked into the deep corridor, and came to the deepest part of the family castle. In the secret room reinforced with a lot of sacred materials and magic materials, he saw "that creature" in the mouth of the attendant.

He was wrapped in a somewhat worn black robe and lay quietly on the stone bed in the center of the secret room. A large number of rune chains and sacred amulets imprisoned him there, suppressing the extraordinary power he may have.

In fact, Owen can tell at a glance that this should be a human, but he has mutated beyond recognition.

The exposed arms, face, and neck of this "human" are covered with chilling, light-blue fine scales, and the eyes are like snakes with golden vertical pupils. It was covered with a layer of seaweed-like, greasy cortical growths, his palms were twisted and stretched, and the fingers were connected with web-like things, and even more frightening, his legs—

The flesh and blood of the legs were blurred together like some kind of chaotic product, and they were indistinguishable from each other. They were close together, the joints were bent, the skin was glued, and the scales were clustered on them.

It looks like some kind of unfinished Transfiguration, or... an intermediate state of being transformed from a human to some kind of bizarre form.

This "monster" had already woken up. When Earl Owen approached, he saw the other person's eyeballs turn and those terrifying golden vertical pupils swept towards him, while the other side's body was still lying quietly. On the stone bed, only his chest heaved slightly.

Earl Owen frowned, and a mage wearing a moon-patterned robe stepped forward.

"My lord, I have stabilized his mental state with sedative spells and the infusion of the sleeping grass, and this monster is safe for the time being."

Owen Dyson nodded and looked at another figure not far away - it was a knight, with a medium build, a bushy beard and deep-set eyes.

"Let's talk about the details of when you found this 'creature'," he said to the knight.

"Yes, my lord," the knight nodded, "we found him in the south near the desert - some locals reported unusual wind and rain in that area, and the sea was whistling constantly, and we were worried that it was a magic disorder. The current invaded the land, so I went to check, but found this 'monster' on the rocky beach by the coast.

"He didn't have anything resembling ship fragments around him, and there were no ships that hit the rocks nearby. I guess he didn't come by boat, maybe he came by swimming...

"He was semi-conscious and dizzy from the sun, but when we got close, he woke up quickly and was very aggressive, he attacked us with some kind of acid arrow-like spell, but good After we brought two mages over, we overpowered him with Counterspell.

"He passed out because of excessive weakness. Before fainting, he kept muttering sentences that no one could understand. The soldiers were a little scared after hearing those mutterings. Some people said that it was the curse mentioned by the fishermen. The language of words is the language only spoken by the dead who are swallowed by the waves...

"He has nothing to prove his identity other than a half-shattered talisman, but his clothes are definitely human... I guess he's a poor man cursed by the terrifying power of the deep sea, of course, it's just my judgment."

Earl Owen snorted and looked at the mage beside him: "What is the name of the amulet?"

"I can't see the name, my lord," the mage said, picking up the broken amulet and handing it to Earl Owen, "it's completely damaged, the magic power is gone, the remaining spell models have no reference value, and there are A very strange point - the decorative pattern on its surface seems to have been deliberately polished, and it is completely invisible."

Earl Owen took the amulet, which was only half the size of an old imperial round gold coin, and turned it in his hand and glanced at it.

It is the remaining half of a circular amulet, probably made of mithril, apparently once a supernatural item, and as the mage said-it has obvious grinding marks on one side, the technique is rough, but it is completely ground off There are recognizable patterns on the talisman.

Owen casually threw the talisman into the hand of the attendant beside him.

"You were once a human..." He came to the scaly and webbed humanoid, bent down and stared at the disturbing eyes, "Really?"

"His... heh..."

What came from the throat of the humanoid creature was a hoarse voice that was difficult for humans to make, like some kind of amphibian, chaotic and deep, indistinguishable.

"You've been in the sea for a long time...the smell of fish, the smell of silt, and the magical smell of the storm," Earl Owen still stared at each other. "What's in the far sea? What made you look like this? of?"

There was still a chaotic and inexplicable voice in response to him. Listening to the strange voice, Owen even vaguely had the impression of surging waves in his mind.

"Some unknown supernatural power distorted this poor man," said the mage on the side, "Sir, I have communicated with him many times before using hypnosis and other methods, and this poor guy has completely lost his human language ability. already."

"No, your method is wrong." Earl Owen said, and took off a pendant with a faint blue light from his wrist.

He brought the pendant close to the "monster" lying on the stone bed, who stared at the mysterious blue light and suddenly opened his eyes slightly.

"A long time ago, when the city of Mobius was still a prosperous seaport, the Dyson family was very close to the Church of the Storm," the earl said slowly, "We keep many artifacts related to the storm, such as a A pendant that has been blessed by the Storm Priest... Now, tell me, Son of the Storm, what happened to you?"

Even if there is nothing recognizable on the other party, even if the lines on the surface of the amulet have been polished, Owen Dyson can still guess the origin of the man from the far sea in front of him.

After all, he and his family have been watching this sea for hundreds of years.

The black-robed "monster" on the stone bed stared at the pendant in Earl Owen's hand, and suddenly took a deep breath, and in a hoarse voice like a broken bellows, he slowly said in a dream-like tone: "You...listen Is it calling from the deep sea?"

"The call of the deep?" Earl Owen frowned. "What are you talking about?"

The black-robed monster's voice became more and more indistinct, as if its mind had gradually dissipated: "Ah... in the dark and deep seabed... the position of the gods has been changed... The one who devoured flesh and blood is calling with the sound of the tide... Listen carefully, Can you hear..."

"It seems that your mind has been completely polluted," Earl Owen shook his head regretfully, preparing to put away the talisman, "but I still thank you, thank you for reminding me of the danger of the ocean once again, reminding me that I should be cautious about it ."

The blue-light talisman gradually left the sight of the black-robed monster, who was breathing violently, but suddenly, his breathing slowed down, and a strange smile mixed with calm and joy appeared on his face.

The fine scales made this smile even more terrifying.

Earl Owen heard the last few syllables from the monster's throat:

"I hear it, I hear it...she's calling...Eva is calling us...getting back on track..."

The monster on the stone bed let out a long sigh, and then, under everyone's attention, his body suddenly burst into a liquid like turbid sea water.