Chapter 872 Transformation... Complete

Siren, the visitors under the deep sea, the rulers from the indescribable dark abyss, they are waiting quietly and patiently in the sea outside the island at this moment.

The grand and ancient temple was silent and silent. Most of the priests who used to be bustling here have disappeared. The last converts hid in various rooms, waiting for the fate of the day to come.

In the deepest room of the Great Temple, an old man wearing a triple crown of storm stood in front of a bed depicting waves, clouds, and lightning, and looked down at the person lying on the bed.

That is the last priest of the storm in the temple besides him, the Pope, an extraordinary person with strong strength and determination.

However, now this powerful man can only lie on the bed in a daze, weakening a little bit in the huge panic and anxiety, his skin has turned a gray-blue visible to the naked eye, and some kind of scale like a sea fish covers his neck. And all the skin on the limbs - in fact the legs of the storm priest have even "melted" and deformed, and the original human limbs are gradually merging into some form between fish and snake, which makes him Can't even wear human clothes anymore, but can only wrap himself in a thin blanket.

"Your Majesty..." The priest of the storm who was lying on the bed suddenly moved his lips and murmured in a low voice, "Are you still there..."

"I'm here," Storm Pope Saul Storm said in a low and gentle tone, bending down, "can you still hear me?"

"I can... it sounds far away," the Storm Priest whispered, the scales around his neck heaving as he spoke, "Are we by the sea now?"

The Pope of Storm shook his head: "Have you forgotten, we are in the temple in the center of the island, which is far from the sea..."

"Really... I can't remember, I heard the sound of the waves, it was very close, and I thought I had reached the beach..." The storm priest said slowly, "And the sea breeze is blowing on my face, I feel... very comfortable. ."

The old Pope's expression darkened, and his speech rate slowed down: "... There is no sea breeze blowing here."

"Probably because my time is almost up..." The storm priest was silent for a moment, and said with a trace of relief, he slowly raised his right hand, which had been seriously mutated, between the slender and pale green fingers, there were tenacious webs The shape is connected to the original human limbs, "I have heard their calls more and more clearly, and the call from the sea itself... It was a very gentle voice, I think she... There is no malicious intent."

In the face of such a low murmur, the Pope did not speak for a while, and an unspeakable silence condensed between the two.

After a few seconds,

It was the storm priest lying on the bed who broke the silence: "We have been obsessed with this road for too long... Maybe it's time to choose to give up."

The old Pope shook his head: "This is not like what you usually say."

"But this is not an 'ordinary' day," the storm priest said in a low voice, "We insisted on going to the deep sea, trying to find answers from the deep sea, but a fallen god can't give us any answers... Our initial insistence was in the These seven hundred years have changed. You, me, and many priests. At the beginning, we were persistent in pursuing the truth, but in the end, the 'searching for the truth' has become an excuse for all kinds of paranoid behavior... Now it happens to us What happened to me is probably the price of everything, paranoia... leads to even more paranoid mutations..."

The old Pope was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "...you are called a 'philosopher', so you are still thinking about these things at this moment."

"Thinking is the instinct of human beings, it is human's talent and birthright..." The Storm Priest known as the "philosopher" said in a low and slow voice, "I only hope... when I completely become 'their' After one member, I can still think as I do now, as I do now..."

His words stopped abruptly, and a disturbing noise, in place of the human language, muttered from the depths of his throat, as if mingled with the faint sound of waves, as if there were invisible currents in the room There is a moist, seaweed-like breath in the air, and the water element is enriched, forming visible streaks on the bed, floor and wall, and in this terrible vision, lying on the bed The man begins to rapidly transform towards the final stage of mutation—

His last distinctive feature as a human being, those light blue eyes are quickly being covered by a pale golden chaotic color, and the original pupils have gradually turned into a pair of vertical pupils. Pope Saul Storm heard the barely recognizable human language coming from the other's throat: "Ah, I heard... that voice in the waves... Your Majesty, I heard the dark abyss. The call of , there is one voice, there are many overlapping voices..."

The Pope held the priest's hand, and he felt that the soul of the other party was resonating with some more distant and higher will. This man was gradually being affected by the consciousness in the endless deep sea. The priest's lips moved, and his eyes became more and more. In a trance, his last words were intermittent: "Those voices are calling... those voices are calling... those voices are saying..."

Suddenly, his trance seemed to fade away, and an unprecedented clarity appeared in the priest's mutated eyes. The lips of this Naga, who was still human a few seconds ago, were shaking violently, as if the last instinct in his muscles was still there. He struggled, but in the end his struggle failed——

Those trembling lips finally turned into a bright smile, and the corners of his mouth rose, extremely happy: "Let's go dig the big squid!!"

Sol Storm let go of the priest's hand and let out a sigh.

This person already belongs to the deep sea.

All the people on this island already belong to the deep sea.

The priest who turned into a Naga was still lying on the bed, still immersed in the trance brought about by the first "promotion". The Pope, who was wearing the Triple Crown of Storms, stood up. The scepter, turned and walked to the door - he left the room deep in the temple, walked through the deep and long corridor, walked through the closed doors, behind the doors, there was an inhuman muttering, There was an inexplicable sound of waves, and a chilling, smooth sound like a sea snake crawling on the ground.

He walked through it expressionlessly. The Pope's robes were gradually eroded and disintegrated by the elements. As the footsteps continued, scales began to appear on his face, webbed between his fingers, and thick moist skin. Covering his torso, the thick skin has scales and fins slowly protruding, he stumbled to the ground, his scepter fell to the ground, and after a few seconds, he slowly got up again, picked up the scepter, and continued forward meandering.

Sol Storm passed through the empty and silent town streets, and he came to the coast, where numerous Nagas emerged from the nearby houses and followed him in silence as they crawled over several counts. A hundred years ago, everyone pulled the port ramp built by hand and shoulders, and came to the end of the trestle leading to the sea.

The sea water surged, and a gorgeous throne made of water elements slowly rose from the water. A woman with a graceful and elegant temperament, with long silver-white hair and an extremely beautiful appearance stood in front of the throne. The maid of the deep sea, and on both sides of the throne are the tidal royal guards holding particle pulse rifles and trident light wave warblade.

"Sol Storm," Siren Queen Petia nodded slightly, with a slight smile on her face, "We've been waiting for a long time."

"The last of us lasted longer than we thought," Saul Storm lowered his head. "We want to properly wait until this all ends smoothly."

"It doesn't matter, this is what we promised from the beginning," Petia said softly, "Although I am not human, I understand the mood of a race that wants to maintain its original form until the end... that persists until the end. If he knew that everyone on the island, including you, the Pope, had been transformed into Naga half a month ago, he would probably have committed suicide—this is a great tragedy.”

"...This violent transformation of life forms can have a huge impact on a person's mind and body, and until the transformation is complete, the human mind cannot imagine nor understand it," said Sol Storm in Naga form, shaking his head. Shaking his head, "Anyone who has not completed the transformation will fall into deep fear in the process of mutation. Too many people have done unnecessary self-harm for this."

"Fortunately, we solved the problem of Naga's loss of reason in the early stage of transformation, otherwise the chaos will become more serious," Petia nodded and said, her eyes looked not far away, where the sea was surging, and one was in the sun. The tower-like facility formed by many pipes and antenna devices, which emits moist radiance, gradually rises to the surface, "I will leave the mental stabilizer here for a while, until the thinking and personality of the last batch of Nagas on the island are completely stable. After that, bring them to Io Continent."

The tower-shaped device was created by the Krakens after studying the Naga for a period of time. For the Kraken with advanced technology, it is a very simple thing, and its function is also very simple - by continuously releasing The "psionic song" that cannot be heard by human ears but can be recognized by the Kraken and Naga, soothes those Naga who are in a trance because they have just completed the transformation, so that Naga who originally needed about a month to regain their memory and personality can Wake up within hours of conversion.

The "psionic song" that the Krakens like can speed up the waking speed of the Naga. The discovery of this phenomenon was completely unexpected for the Krakens - it originated from the sea monsters' meeting on the sunny beach a few months ago" An episode of the "New Naga Citizens Welcome Meeting", when Hathaway, the deep-sea witch drank too much "big squid extract", the high-level witch who was in a state of severe excitement broke through the Royal Guards blockade, and several other The same excited witches performed a heavy metal song of death together - the Krakens love music, and they are good at all kinds of music, but obviously Naga, who just embraced the deep sea, has not yet followed the customs. In that accident, more than half of the Naga fell into a deep coma...

Three days later, the witch of the deep sea who woke up from a hangover thought for a while and thought that it was not the musical instruments at the time that had an impact on the Naga, but the powerful "psionic singing" of the sirens-then she conducted a series of experiments, confirmed his thinking.

After a series of complex tests and adjustments, the Krakens created a "mental stabilizer" that can quickly restore the sanity of the first-time Naga. This advanced equipment consists of two main components: one only has the Kraken and Naga. A music player that can only hear the "sound", and a whole bunch of pipes and antennas used to make this player sound.

Petia withdrew her gaze towards the Mind Stabilizer and sighed slightly in her heart.

The Krakens can only carry out this level of "technological research and development" now.

But fortunately, the situation is gradually improving. As more and more Kraken master the secrets of arcane magic, they become able to understand and deal with the natural laws of the world. Krakens are frozen in the technology tree for millions of years. ... and finally there are signs of a little loosening.

The former Pope of Storms, the current Naga leader Sol Storm does not know what the Queen he has just sworn allegiance is thinking at the moment, he just cares about the future of the children of the storm. It seemed a lot easier: "We have had friction with you for many years... Fortunately, this is finally over."

"The Kraken didn't want to fight with anyone, but unfortunately we have been unable to communicate smoothly," Petiya recovered from her thoughts, she smiled, and nodded lightly to the Naga leader in front of her, "Now you have already Perceiving the kindness of the siren from the echoes of psionic energy, then as a celebration of the reconciliation between the two parties... we will also share the secrets of the deep sea with you.

"Welcome to be a member of the ocean, may this be your new home."

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