Chapter 748 Return to the Deep sea...but the Deep Sea Doesn't Want You

Owen Dyson watched the stone bed quietly, watching the black-robed monster turn into a pool of filthy seawater, flowing around the stone bed.

When the filthy seawater flowed to the ground, he took a half step back with a blank expression to prevent the liquid from contaminating his boots.

A stench of seaweed and silt escaped from the chamber.

"Can you trace his soul?" Earl Owen turned his head and said to the mage in charge of this place.

"The soul has disappeared," the mage in the moon-patterned robe outlined a complex rune on his chest, with a faint silver light in his eyes, and after scanning the entire secret room, he shook his head, "but it didn't disappear instantly— - There is no remaining spirit here, the soul is more like taken away by something."

"...The soul that has been taken away, this is more interesting..." Earl Owen frowned slightly, but slowly stretched out again, "The news about this monster should not be spread out for the time being to prevent panic. Master Petori, After that, please purify this place completely, including this black robe and the half amulet, to prevent them from remaining the curse power from the deep sea."

The mage bowed his head and responded respectfully, "Yes, my lord."

Owen Dyson nodded, looked away from the stone bed, and exhaled softly.

The strong sea smell in the air seemed to dissipate a little.

"Anyway, it seems that the children of the Storm who once turned their back on the Dyson family are in some trouble this time... It's ironic, they went into the deep sea, and the deep sea didn't seem to treat them very well," the Mobius porter said. The ruler suddenly laughed, "This is quite in line with the fate of the cultists."

"Sir," the mage named Petori asked aloud, "Our route exploration plan..."

The strange state of the black-robed monster is terrifying. Even a knowledgeable mage will feel extremely apprehensive when faced with the inexplicable power from the deep sea. Those fine scales, webbed palms, and monsters eventually turn into The scene of the sea was deeply imprinted in the minds of everyone on the scene, and at this moment, thinking of the marine exploration plan that Mobius Port was actively preparing under the emperor's order, the mage Petori couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"It's still going according to the original plan," Owen said, and in the blue pupils of the frontier earl, a fearless, challenger's light flashed, "It's just a cult of self-destruction, and it can't affect His Majesty's route development. plan."

"But the dangers lurking in the deep sea cannot be ignored..."

"ocean,

It's never safe," Owen Dyson looked at the mage calmly, "but we can't stop on land forever just because the land is safe-I will report to His Majesty and report to him fully about this monster, but Regarding the preparations for the development of the route, it cannot be stopped for a moment. "

"Yes, my lord."

...

The time at sea is rarely peaceful, mostly violent, and always dangerous.

In the eastern waters of the Endless Sea, an unnamed archipelago is surrounded by storms and magical turbulence.

It seems that the endless thunder and lightning are raging in the dark sky. Every lightning strike will illuminate the turbulent sea. The huge cyclone forms a terrifying structure like an inverted funnel over the island, and the clouds dominated by the cyclone. It connects the sea around the island, and forms a wall of storm barriers between the sky and the sea.

This terrifying celestial phenomenon formed by strong winds, huge waves, lightning and magic turbulence is like a cage covering the entire archipelago without dead ends. Looking out from any point in the archipelago is like looking up in a cage. of endless high walls.

But such horrific sights are actually the norm on the endless ocean.

Only priests who follow the way of the storm know how to find a safe route through this violent and seemingly seamless blockade.

A ship tossed through the storm, dodging all the magic turbulence and deadly waves as if dancing in the jungle of blades, magic gleamed around the ship, and huge runes shone on the sides of the ship, making this ship The speed of the ship was astonishingly fast. It crossed the most dangerous sea area like a bird flying close to the sea, and quickly approached the largest island in the center of the archipelago.

A striking, large, pyramid-like temple built of blue boulders stands on the top of the mountain in the center of the island, overlooking the entire sea. Above the temple, there are huge runes representing storms and gods, a powerful supernatural force. Withstanding the storm, most of the archipelago maintains the most basic calm and safety, allowing the inhabitants of the island to survive in this terrible sea.

The ship slowed down on one side of the island, sailed smoothly into an artificial port, and moored next to the trestle.

Many were already waiting at the port, some dressed in ordinary fishermen's attire, others in black or blue robes and short robes with the runes of the storm on their robes.

A long gangplank stretched out from the side of the ship, and some people in storm robes appeared on the side of the ship and stepped onto the trestle along the gangway.

Behind these people in the robes of the storm, there are soldiers in enchanted leather or mail armor, covered with oak masks, and marching silently. These soldiers belonging to the children of the storm carried several stretchers, and on those stretchers , is firmly fixed with rune chains and strong ropes, and is wrapped in black cloth like a mummy-like humanoid body.

The crowd on the pier was slightly agitated.

An old man wearing a dark golden storm robe, wearing a triple crown of storm, and holding a heavy scepter of the sea emperor walked out of the crowd. Respect whispered: "The Pope is crowned...", "It's His Majesty Sol..."

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Pope Sol Storm, the son of the storm, stepped onto the trestle and came to the storm priests who got off the ship. His eyes swept over the soldiers carrying stretchers behind the priests, The bodies that are fastened to stretchers.

The sea breeze rolled up the cloth wrapping the body, and under the black cloth, there were fine blue-green scales.

A storm priest who seemed to have the highest status took a step forward, and the Pope, whose opponent held the scepter of the Sea Emperor, saluted respectfully: "Your Majesty."

Pope Sol Storm nodded slightly and said softly: "It seems that Hurricane Island has also been returned to the deep sea..."

"Yes, Hurricane Island and the two affiliated islands next to Hurricane Island, the compatriots on it have all returned to the deep sea. At this point, the seven islands that have lost contact have been determined to fall," the storm priest said heavily, with a strong expression on his face. Thick ashamed, "I'm very sorry, Your Majesty, I failed to bring any good news."

"There is no need for guilt, manpower will eventually have its limit," Pope Saul shook his head, his eyes fell on the stretchers, "So, these are the transformed compatriots..."

"Strictly speaking, it is half of the compatriots who have been transformed. Their minds are in a state of chaos, and they are currently controlled by powerful anesthetics, but their bodies are still constantly mutating," said the storm priest, "when we first caught them. , they still only have very few scales, but now the scales on their body have covered more than 60%, and... they have grown webbed, the most mutated one, and their legs have become between sea snakes and fish tails. state in between.”

"And...still haven't found the reason?"

"Yes, no reason has been found, and there are no signs of being attacked on the occupied islands. We suspected that the Kraken was spreading the curse, but they never appeared there - unless the extraordinary power of the Kraken has been Powerful enough to curse hundreds or even thousands of people across hundreds or even thousands of nautical miles, but based on what we know about Krakens, that's basically impossible."

The storm priest said, suddenly silent for a while, and his expression became more serious.

"In addition, Your Majesty, we also discovered something this time..."

"Just say it here."

"I'm afraid there have been completely mutated compatriots," the storm priest lowered his voice. "On the eve of our departure from Hurricane Island, a soldier on duty said that he saw several figures moving on the coast. They were covered with scales. With fins on his back and arms, seems to have gills, slid across the sand with a tail between a sea snake and a fish, and jumped into the sea very quickly - since only one soldier saw it, I'm not sure if that was Hallucinations caused by being too nervous or under the influence of magic turbulence."

Pope Sol listened to the description of the storm priest and couldn't help but glance at the bodies on the stretchers again.

"Sounds a lot like the result of a further deepening of this horrific mutation."

"Yes."

"Those completely mutated compatriots jumped directly into the sea, without communicating with you, and without attacking anyone?"

"Yes, that's what the night soldier reported."

"...I see," Pope Sol said softly after a few seconds of silence, "Everyone has worked hard, let's go to rest first, and the follow-up things... We will talk about it after you have rested."

"Yes, thank you for your concern."

The storm priest lowered his head and said, and twisted his neck a little unnaturally.

He suddenly felt a little itchy skin around his neck.

It's as if... scales are going to grow there.

...

Storms are the norm in this endless ocean, but calm safe zones still exist, one of which is the colony starship Antavien and the continent of Io where the starship crashed.

In the crashed area of ​​Antavien and the large surrounding area of ​​the sea, storms seldom raged, and the days with clear skies or drizzle were the majority, and deadly magical turbulence almost never occurred.

This abnormal phenomenon once made the sirens very curious. After a long period of research and exploration, the deep-water technicians put forward a conjecture-in ancient times, Antavien had started almost all the engines during the crash. In an emergency recoil, the powerful energy released by the engine melted almost a quarter of the Io continent and penetrated part of the continental shelf, permanently changing the structure of the seafloor near the coastline. Perhaps in the process, the local magnetic field Permanent changes have occurred, and indirectly caused changes in the magical environment, which has opened up such a large-scale safety zone in the endless sea of ​​storms.

For the Krakens, the greatest benefit of the good weather in the waters near Antavien is that they can enjoy the sun as much as possible in this often clear sky.

But on a good day there are always surprises.

In the crash area of ​​Antavien, on the western coastline of Io Continent, on the sunbathing area of ​​the sirens, Petia frowned slightly, looking at the uninvited guests occupying the beach.

The human-like, yet distinctly deep-sea inhabitants ran up and down the sand (or slid around with their smooth, scaly tails) as if they were alone and in high spirits.

Petia turned slightly to the side and asked in a low voice to her personal maid, "Rosalia, what is the origin of these... guys?"

"I haven't figured it out yet, they are all too excited now, and they can't find anyone who can communicate calmly," the deep sea maid Rosalia responded, her long tail paddling on the beach, not very pleasant— Because she saw that her usual place to bask in the sun was also occupied, "but Master Hathaway said that this excitement should gradually recede, and they should be able to calm down and communicate with us."

"That's what the witch said...then wait for these guys to calm down. Don't conflict with them first, so as not to deal with it in the future, and everything will be discussed after establishing communication," Petia rubbed her forehead. "By the way, she Did you say what to call these guys? There must be a racial name or code name?"

"I can't find a match for the name in the existing database," Rosalia said, her tail already poking holes in the sand quickly - she saw the one occupying her own bunker for sunbathing. The guy had already started sleeping in it with his tail crossed, which made her particularly annoyed, but she didn't dare to vent in front of the queen, "So Master Hathaway named them..."

"Oh? What's the name?"

"The master calls them 'Naga'."

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