End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

The water polo elevator descended straight down. Under the control of Russell, it changed its direction from time to time, looking for the daunting outline of the trench.

In the ocean, the deeper the area, the more impenetrable the light is, so, according to the depth of the color, Russell quickly found the target.

An extremely long and narrow curved crack from a distance, like a wide open mouth, also like the entrance of the devil's abyss, the dead silence gives people endless reverie.

Not a beautiful reverie!

It is said that if you fill in the highest Mount Everest in the world, you will not be able to touch its bottom!

Russell did not see any movement, the surrounding water surged at a high speed, and the water curtain in front expanded synchronously, using a traction method with minimal friction, accelerated the water polo elevator and went straight to the top of the trench, diving quickly without stopping.

Magic power was poured into his eyes, and Russell still saw some large marine creatures such as fish, shrimp, squid, octopus, or sperm whales that are familiar to humans in the thousand-meter-deep sea.

After two thousand meters of water depth, the number of marine life began to decrease suddenly, and Russell could only recognize a fish called anglerfish.

It is the kind of carnivorous fish with a big bloody mouth, two eyes on the top of the head, and the lights are not turned off in the middle of the night. When the neighbors come to ask for explanations, they will swallow them in one bite.

After that, Russell's eyes were darkened, and the fish that appeared didn't know any of them, so there was nothing to feel guilty about, because the other fish didn't know him either.

The depth of the dive is getting deeper and deeper, the sunlight can no longer reach, and the surrounding environment is pitch black.

There is no light, no sound, just like walking in the boundless darkness, the lifeless atmosphere makes people feel cold all over the body.

Arthur and Mera are worried. They have the ability to maintain vision underwater, and their bodies can withstand the weight of sea water. Therefore, what they are afraid of is not the dark ocean, but the one that may appear at any time. Trench tribe.

Russell is not the case. Even if the trident is ineffective, he still has lightning. When the lightning stored in his body is used up, he can still shine. I heard that the Trench tribe is most afraid of light.

If you have confidence, you will be fearless, and you will look around for strange fish. There is a saying that is true, no one can see anyone in the deep sea, so everyone grows casually.

But you can't grow irresponsible if you want it to be as long as you want. If you are so ugly, who do you want to scare!

The deep-sea creatures have already surpassed the class, and the known biology is not applicable to them. It can be said that they are creatures that exist beyond human cognition and come from another world.

It's sci-fi, but it's also really ugly!

Amazing deep-sea creatures, fish the size of a fingernail, can swim freely in the deep sea under the pressure that can crush a tank into a small pancake, which makes people feel the greatness of nature.

"Ho Ho Ho—"

If there was a roar that seemed to be nothing, Mera looked towards the source of the sound suddenly, and said seriously: "We will reach the deepest layer soon, if you are not sure that the holy trident is located in the territory of the Trench tribe, hurry up before it is too late!" leave!"

As if he didn't hear it, Russell accelerated the descent of the water polo elevator and reached the bottom of the Mariana Trench.

High pressure, darkness, lack of oxygen, lack of resources, one of the worst environments on earth, absolute forbidden zone for life.

There was darkness all around, and Russell couldn't see too far even if his eyes were injected with magic power.

Arthur and Mera are in a similar situation, and the three are momentarily disoriented.

Russell breathed out on his fist, and punched forward, and suddenly a strong light like a searchlight pierced out, like the morning light at dawn, breaking the dead silence and cutting out the light.

"Ho Ho Ho—"

The roar became louder and the distance was getting closer. Arthur and Mera were ready to fight. Seeing that Russell was not moving, with a casual attitude of fishing, he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

"The Trench Race is a country that was split from Atlantis. Due to the reverse evolution of all members, the country perished, and it was called a new species.

Mera spoke quickly: "They are brutal sea beasts with low intelligence. They hunt other species for a living, and occasionally attack passing ships and humans on rainy nights. Because they have no IQ and cannot communicate, they are difficult to control. Think Talking to them is wishful thinking."

The implication is that there is no possibility of a peaceful solution, and the three of them will be treated as food.

"Ho Ho Ho—"

Russell waved his fist and swept around, only to see shadows swimming at high speed like torrents interspersed back and forth in the pitch-black sea.

It was a huge group of humanoid sea monsters. Under the force of the strong light, they slowed down and approached a little bit, and the encircling net was already airtight.

Russell frowned, touched the trident silently, and the flashlight suddenly turned off under the exclamation of Mera and Arthur.

In an instant, the entire sea area boiled, and screams and roars came from all directions crazily.

Almost at the same time, Arthur and Mera were also boiling, but when the two of them boiled, they found that they were the only ones left yelling, and the rest of the place was eerily silent.

"Do you know... are the Trench people still human?"

Russell asked abruptly, waking up the two of them in astonishment. They looked at the endless Trench Clan in all directions in amazement, wondering why the monsters didn't rush over directly.

Obviously, as long as they charge once, they can have a full meal.

Is it because of the fear of uneven distribution of spoils?

At this moment, a Trench Race monster swam out alone, landed on the ground, and walked slowly towards the water polo.

Mera's eyes brightened. She had never heard of the Trench Race having a leader. It didn't seem to be the case. They had high intelligence among them.

Crash!

Trench monsters passed through the water polo, and roared dissatisfied under the lights lit by Russell's fingertips.

"Don't bark!"

Russell said angrily, and when the words fell, the sea monsters of the Trench tribe immediately closed their mouths.

This scene left Mera and Arthur speechless. They looked at each other and saw doubts in each other's eyes.

so honest?

Russell looked up and down the weird murloc in the deep sea. His whole body was slender like skin and bones, and his limbs did not match his body. His head bowed and his legs were still more than 2 meters bent. If he stood upright, he might reach a height of 3 meters.

In terms of appearance, it has nothing to do with ugliness, it can be as scary as it is.

The standard configuration has a big mouth, sharp teeth and claws on the limbs, and red fins with spikes on the head, back, buttocks, arms and legs.

It's not an exaggeration to say it's a bone spur!

"Russell, can you communicate with the Trench tribe?" Arthur couldn't help asking when he saw that Russell and the Trench tribe monsters were silent, and looked at each other affectionately.

Russell rolled his eyes: "What's so strange about this, can't you also talk to fish?"

"Arthur, can you talk to fish?"

Mera's whole body is not well, how do you talk to fish and dance?

"Don't listen to his nonsense, how can I talk to fish."

Arthur rolled his eyes. It wasn't that he couldn't do it, but that the fish couldn't do it: "With my IQ... No, with the fish's IQ, I can't communicate normally at all. I just established a telepathy with the fish to control their actions."

"It's the same reason, the situation here is similar..."

Russell followed up and said, "I used telepathy to control this Trench Race, that's why he became so docile."

It makes sense, but there seems to be something wrong, Arthur frowned and thought hard, and Mera said directly: "Then what happened to the other Trench tribes, why are they still motionless?"

Arthur suddenly realized, and immediately nodded. Yes, this is the question he wanted to ask, but it was a pity that Meera asked it first.

But it doesn't matter, this is his fiancée, no matter who asks.

"I saw that it was not difficult to control, so I controlled the whole family together."

"..." x2

Russell hooked his hands at the Trench Clan in front of him, and the latter bent down consciously. Russell studied his face carefully, and repeated: "Is this thing really an Atlantean?"

The Trident can control creatures in the ocean, but creatures with high intelligence or powerful strength can choose to refuse to obey orders. Russell knew this a long time ago. What he didn't expect was that the Trench Clan was easily controlled.

Is it completely degenerated and lost its mind, or is it a new kind of marine life?

"Open your mouth!"

...

"Shut up!"

...

"Squat down!"

...

"shake hands!"

...

"Stand on your head!"

...

"pee!"

"Shit, where are you peeing!"

Arthur was so angry that he kicked the Trench Clan out of the water polo, and followed him out to get wet.

Russell looked at this scene calmly, pinched his chin and thought for a while, recalling the plot in the movie [Sea King]. After Arthur got the trident, he had the power to control the will of the Trench Race, while the sea dwellers in other countries were not controlled.

If it's just a simple degeneration, it seems a little unreasonable, and the coexistence of the Trench Race and the Trident is a coincidence...

It's too coincidental!

The existence of the Trench Clan is more like guarding the Trident for generations, or a test. If you want to get the Trident, you must first pass their level.

Russell shook his head slightly. The truth is too far away from the present, and the dust buried in the long history has long been impossible to verify. There is no need to waste brain cells thinking, just treat the Trench Race as a kind of marine life.

After Russell finished thinking, Meera asked in time: "How, did you see anything?"

"Look out a little bit."

Russell said seriously: "The Trench tribe is not as difficult to control as you said. It should be that there were problems in your previous communication. In fact, they are very obedient."

With a wave of Russell's hand, countless Trench Races swam quickly, forming the letters 'S' and 'B' in the deep sea.

Don't get me wrong, this is the CP abbreviation of the two superheroes Superman and Batman, not cursing.

"..."

Meera rolled her eyes. If she hadn't known that Russell controlled the Trench Race, she would have almost believed it.

At the same time, she was very curious about how Russell controlled the Trench Clan. This was equivalent to owning one-seventh of the military strength of the Atlantis Empire in an instant. Because the Trench Clan was all soldiers, the actual proportion would only be greater.

=??

The Trench tribe in the deep sea dispersed and reorganized into a sign pointing to the arrow. Russell snapped his fingers and greeted: "Come on, let's get the trident, and Arthur's mother."

"Wait, what did you just say?"

"Trident!"

"It's not the trident, it's the one behind!"

Arthur picked his ears, he seemed to hear Russell saying that he was going to fetch his mother.

"Your mother! Your mother is still alive, right next to the trident!"

Russell looked at Arthur and said hello: "What's the matter, didn't I say it before?"

"No, when did you say..."

"Ok?"

"Yeah, not at all. If I didn't say it, I didn't say it." It was about his mother, and Arthur was determined not to give in.

Five minutes later, he changed his mind, seeing his mother was more important, so let Russell go.

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