Chapter 748： To the deep sea ... but the deep sea doesnt want you (1/2)

Owen Dyson watched the stone bed quietly, watching the monster in the black robe turn into a pool of filthy sea water, flowing around the stone bed.

When the filthy seawater flowed to the ground, he stepped back half a step without expression to avoid the liquid contaminating his boots.

A stinky odor mixed with seaweed and silt escaped in the back room.

"Can you trace his soul?" Count Owen turned his head and said to the mage in charge here.

"The soul has disappeared," the wizard wearing a moon-patterned robe outlined a complicated rune on his chest, and a slight silver glow appeared in his eyes. After scanning the whole secret room, he shook his head, "but it did not disappear instantly— —There is no surviving spirit here, that soul is more like something taken away. "

"... the soul that was taken away is even more interesting ..." Count Owen frowned slightly, but slowly stretched out again. "Don't spread the news about this monster for the time being to prevent panic. Master Petri, Then I will trouble you to thoroughly purify this place, including this black robe and the half amulet, to prevent them from remaining the cursing power from the deep sea. "

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

Owen Dyson nodded, looking away from the stone bed and exhaling softly.

The thick sea odor in the air seemed to dissipate.

"In short, the children of the storm who once betrayed the Dyson family seem to have encountered some trouble this time ... It is ironic that they are thrown into the deep sea, but the deep sea does not seem to treat them well," The ruler suddenly laughed, "This is quite the end of the cult."

"Master," the mage named Petori asked, "our route exploration plan ..."

The weird state of the black robe monster was terrifying. Even the knowledgeable mage would be frightened when faced with inexplicable power from the deep sea. The fine scales, webbed palms, and the monster eventually turned into The sight of the sea was deeply imprinted in everyone's minds at the scene. At this moment, when thinking about the marine exploration plan that Port Mobius was actively preparing under the emperor's order, Master Petitori couldn't help worrying.

"It's still going as planned," said Irving, with the fearless, challenger's light shining in the border count's blue pupil. "It's just a self-defeating cultist. It can't affect His Majesty's route development. plan."

"But the danger hidden in the deep sea cannot be ignored ..."

"The ocean has never been safe," Owen Dyson calmly looked at the mage, "but we can't stop on land forever because of land security-I will know your Majesty and report to him completely about this monster Situation, but with regard to preparations for the development of the route, we cannot stop for a moment. "

"Yes, sir."

...

There are few calm times at sea, most of them are violent, and they are always dangerous.

In the eastern seas of the Endless Sea, an unknown archipelago is surrounded by storms and turbulence.

As if the never-ending thunderbolt rages in the dark sky, each split of lightning will illuminate the raging and violent sea surface, and a huge cyclone forms a terrible funnel-like structure over the island, and the clouds dominated by the cyclone It connects the sea surface around the island, and forms a storm barrier like a wall between the sky and the sea.

This terrible horoscope formed by the strong winds, huge waves, lightning and turbulent magic envelops the entire archipelago like a cage without dead ends. Looking out from any point in the archipelago is as desperate as looking up in a prison cage. Endless high wall.

But this terrible sight is actually the norm on the endless ocean.

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

A ship bumped through the storm, like a dance in the blade jungle, avoiding all the magical turbulence and deadly waves. The magical light flashed around the ship, and the huge runes shone on the sides of the ship. The speed of the ship is amazing, it is like a bird flying close to the sea, and it crosses the most dangerous sea area of ​​the wind and waves, and quickly approaches the largest island in the center of the archipelago.

An eye-catching, large blue temple built like a pyramid, stands on the top of a mountain in the center of the island, overlooking the entire sea. A huge rune representing the storm and the gods floats above the temple, powerful and extraordinary strength. Withstanding the storm, the majority of the archipelago maintains the most basic peace and security, and the inhabitants of the island can survive in this terrible sea.

The ship slowed down on one side of the island, sailed smoothly into an artificial port, and moored against the landing bridge.

Many have long been waiting at the port, some wearing ordinary fisherman costumes, some wearing black or blue robes and robes with storm runes on them.

A long springboard protruded from the side of the ship, and some people in storm robes appeared on the side of the ship and stepped onto the landing bridge along the springboard.

Behind these people wearing storm robes are soldiers wearing enchanted leather or mail armor, covering their looks with oak masks, and walking silently. These soldiers belonging to the sons of the storm carried several stretchers on those stretchers. , It is firmly fixed with rune chains and strong ropes, and a mummy-like human body wrapped in black fabric.

The crowd on the dock was a little turbulent.

An old man wearing a dark gold storm robe, wearing a triple crown of storms, and holding a heavy sea emperor's scepter walked out of the crowd. When he passed by, everyone around him stepped back to both sides, and someone took Respect whispered: "The Pope's crown has come down ...", "It is Her Majesty Sol ..."

With the eyes of countless eyes, Pope Sol Stum, the son of the storm, stepped onto the trestle and came to the storm priests who came down from the ship. Those bodies fixed on stretchers.

The sea breeze rolled up the cloth strips covering the body, and under the black cloth, fine blue-green scales were exposed.

A storm priest who seemed to have the highest status took a step forward, and the pope who held the emperor's scepter respectfully saluted: "Under the crown."

Pope Sol Stocker nodded slightly, and said softly, "It looks like Hurricane Island has been returned to the deep sea ..."