I can summon myself

A small light spot appeared on the large screen of the special detection matrix.

This is a fish-man that floats up very quickly.

The multifunctional cabin at the end of the four mechanical arms on the back of the Bear bomber shone with a faint blue light.

Mirage psychic energy "weaves" a pirate fleet whose authenticity is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Little Fart Dragon Ao Twelve's gray-white dragon eyes didn't blink: "Can mirage spiritual power be used like this?"

"hehe."

The Twolegs in the command center gave it a meaningful smile.

A quarter of an hour later, an old fish-man with scars and white hair surfaced from the sea.

Seeing this pirate fleet, the old fishman's pair of big dead fish eyes were full of doubts.

"Pirate Misty Rain, why have I never heard of this name?"

"You haven't heard this much, Old Turk, don't leave your ink, hurry up and confirm our identity."

In the "Pirate Fleet", a big bald head with a fierce look appeared in the fishman's sight.

He raised his hand, and the special psychic mark of King Mogomogo appeared on his palm.

After confirming that it was correct, the fishman Turk said to the big bald head: "The mark is correct, what are you doing here?"

The bald man said with a smile: "The fishman dies because he talks too much. Are you sure you want to know King Mogo Mogo's order?"

A trace of fear flashed in Old Turk's dead fish eyes.

He dived back into the sea without looking back.

"Yes!"

"My acting skills are pretty good."

Wang Botang laughed.

"Okay, let's follow."

Bai Chen was the first to get into the deep submersible.

Four manned submersibles and one unmanned submersible were suspended from the fishing platform and slowly entered the sea.

"Dive No. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, ready."

"We are the Misty Pirates, let's go!"

Along with the rich scent left by the old fishman Turk.

Bai Chen and his party couldn't help but descend.

When they descended to about 4,500 meters underwater, an ancient underwater city covering 30 square kilometers came into view.

"I'll go, this place is bigger than the center of our Yanyu City."

"Sure enough, there is a statue several hundred meters high."

"The Old Ones, there's something."

"If real archaeological experts see this city, they will come running over to do some archeology."

"Incredible prehistoric remains."

The teachers and students in the deep submersible pressed their faces against the porthole on one side, staring intently at the brightly lit underwater ruins.

The full view of this ancient underwater city also appeared on the big screen of the cable bear bomber simultaneously.

The teachers and students left behind exclaimed in the same exclamation as the "Misty Rain Pirates".

The clone of Wu Qingmei, a self-propelled humanoid microphone, transmitted what she heard and saw back to the large conference room of the Genius Center.

The real archaeological experts in the conference room suddenly stood up from their seats.

As the deep submersible turns towards the ancient city.

The details of the ancient underwater city gradually came into everyone's sight.

There are no ruins, and not many clear traces of the war can be seen.

The buildings in this ancient city remain intact, despite their weird shapes. Large buildings can easily allow giant creatures such as Cloud Whale to enter and exit easily, while small ones cannot even get into the small Fart Dragon.

But they maintain a surprisingly consistent layout.

Not only does it not look messy, but it has a smooth and coordinated aesthetic.

Professor Fang Ziqiang, chief prehistoric expert at the Genius Center and winner of the All Souls Award, the highest academic award in the City of All Souls, said loudly: "There is a saying in the archaeological community that civilization is beautiful, and the more pleasing the ruins are to the eye, the higher the level of civilization represented." The higher the height, the different the style of the ancient city in front of us, but its layout is no less beautiful than us humans, which means its creator is quite advanced."

Wu Qingmei was only worried about whether Bai Chen would be in danger: "In such a complete city, will there be unknown and big fears?"

"Hard to say."

True archaeological experts are still unable to judge.

At this time, a fishman team came out from the ancient city.

They circled the bathyscaphe in circles and circles.

No matter it is a completely different shape from the old-fashioned deep submersible used by Laisanfa.

The five cables leading directly to the Bear bomber all made the fish people feel something abnormal.

"Turke, are you sure they are really the king's men?"

The eyes of the leading fish-man warrior, Dead Fish, who was about two meters away, were full of suspicion.

"Their ships are exactly the same as those of Lai Sanfa's men, and their marks are definitely the exclusive marks of King Mogo Mogo."

"The bald man who spoke seems not to be a good person at first glance."

The old fishman responded affirmatively, making the fishman warrior narrow his eyes.

It swam to the leading boat where Bai Chen was.

Knocked on the porthole.

"Why is your deep submersible different from the original one?"

A fierce bald head appeared in its sight.

Wang Botang, who was blessed by Dongtu's makeup technique, was bulging his eyes and looking fierce.

"Of course it's different. We, the Misty Rain Pirates, are the most elite team under the leadership of Pirate King Lai Sanfa!"

"Then what are you here for?"

The fishman warrior said in confusion.

"Move things!"

"King Mogo Mogo personally ordered us to come and move things!"

The foodie senior turned on the speaker in cooperation.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

Mogo Mogo's deep voice penetrated the ears of the fishman team.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

All members of the murloc team, including the five murlocs including the warriors, paid their highest respect to the deep submersible that represented the murloc king.

Although the fishman warrior still didn't understand why his king sent a group of humans he had never seen before.

But these were indeed his king's men.

The fishman warrior made a gesture to the No. 1 submersible, "Please follow me."

Bai Chen and the teachers and students smiled at each other.

Following the fishman team into the ancient city under the sea.

The entrance was a large platform.

After the submersibles stopped on the platform.

The fishmen of the fishman team dragged No. 1 into the light shield.

This seemingly thin light shield blocked the terrifying water pressure of 5,000 meters underwater.

The hatch of the submersible slowly opened.

Wei Changkong, dressed in a pirate costume, was the first to get out.

Feeling that the fishman warriors of the fishman team were only the eighth-level awakeners,

He turned around and signaled that the teachers and students could come out.

Everyone walked out of the No. 1 submersible one after another.

The foodie senior sister picked up the selfie stick and started live streaming.

The special mobile phone was connected to the submersible, and then the signal was transmitted back to the Bear bomber through a cable.

"Why are there only a few of you? Where are the other creatures?"

"My companions said that every time they come here, they are surrounded by the residents here. Now, where are they?"

Bald Wang Botang patted Lao Tek's fish head in a very social way.

"I can't say."

The fishman Lao Tek answered very straightforwardly.

Bai Chen raised his eyebrows.

This answer is very interesting.

He raised his head and looked at the statue in the center of the ancient city.

The foodie senior sister next to him also pointed the camera at the statue.

"Six legs, two in front and four in the back in a strange arrangement."

"A waist thicker than a bucket supports a head full of big eyeballs."

"The light shield is formed by the spiritual energy emitted from these big eyeballs."

Just as Bai Chen was looking at the statue, a silent mental scan was sent out from the statue, and the direction was exactly the entrance platform.