Sword of Daybreaker

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 ..."

"Yes, Hurricane Island, and the two affiliated islands next to Hurricane Island, all the above compatriots have been returned to the deep sea. At this point, the seven islands that have lost contact have been determined to have fallen." Thick's shame, "I'm very sorry, under the crown, I couldn't bring any good news."

"There is no need to be guilty, there is a limit to manpower," Pope Sol shook his head, his eyes falling on those stretchers. "Then, this is the transformed compatriots ..."

"Strictly speaking, they are transformed into half of their fellow citizens. Their consciousness is in a state of chaos and is currently controlled by powerful anesthetics, but their bodies are still mutating," said Storm Priest. "When we first caught them, They still have very few scales on their bodies, but now they have more than 60% of the scales on their bodies, and ... they all have webs, the most mutated one, and their legs have become between sea snakes and fish tails. Status. "

"Then ... still can't find the reason?"

"Yes, no reason was found, and the captured islands showed no signs of being attacked. We previously suspected that the Krakens were spreading curses, but they never appeared near them unless the Krakens' extraordinary strength had already Powerful enough to curse hundreds or even thousands of people across distances of hundreds or even thousands of nautical miles, but based on what we know about sea monsters, this is basically impossible. "

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

"Also, under the crown, we also discovered something this time ..."

"Just say it here."

"I'm afraid there have been completely mutated compatriots," the storm priest lowered some voices. "On the eve of our departure from Hurricane Island, a night soldier said he saw several figures moving on the coast, their scales covered with scales, There are fins on the back and arms, seem to have gills, glide on the beach with the tail between sea snake and fish, and quickly jumped into the sea-because only one soldier witnessed, I am not sure if it is Illusions caused by being overly nervous or affected by the turbulence of magic. "

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

"It sounds like the result of deepening this terrible mutation."

"Yes."

"Those mutated compatriots jumped straight into the sea without communicating with you or attacking anyone?"

"Yes, the Night Soldiers report so."

"... I see," Pope Sol whispered after a few seconds of silence. "Everyone is working hard, go to rest first, and follow-up ... wait until you have rested."

"Yes, thank you for your concern."

Storm Priest bowed his head and twisted his neck slightly unnaturally.

He suddenly felt a little itchy skin around his neck.

It's like ... there will be scales there.

...

In this endless ocean, storm raging is a normal state, but a calm safe area still exists. The colony of the Starship Antavione and the Io continent where the starship crashed is one of such safe areas.

In Antavien's crash area and a considerable area of ​​the surrounding sea, storms rarely raged, and the days of clear skies or drizzle occupied the majority. Deadly magic turbulences almost never appeared.

This abnormal phenomenon once made the Krakens very curious. In the long-term research and exploration, deep-water technicians put forward a conjecture-in ancient times, Antavin had started almost all engines during the crash. During the emergency recoil, the powerful energy released by the engine melted almost a quarter of the Io continent and penetrated a part of the continental shelf. It permanently changed the underwater structure near the coastline. Perhaps it was during this process that the local magnetic field Permanent change was created, which indirectly led to changes in the magic environment, which opened up such a large area of ​​safety in the endless sea raging by the storm.

For the siren, the best weather in the sea area near Antavin is the best thing for them-they can enjoy the sun in this often sunny place.

It's just that there are always accidents in good times.

In the crash area of ​​Antavin, on the western coast of Io, on the sunbathing area of ​​the Krakens, Petia frowned slightly, watching the uninvited guests occupying the beach.

Those creatures that look like humans but have the characteristics of a deep-sea inhabitant are running around on the beach (or sliding around with a smooth, scaly tail).

Petia leaned slightly to the side and whispered to her personal maid, "Rosalia, what are these ... guys?"

"I haven't figured out that they are all too excited now and can't find anything to calmly communicate with each other," responded the deep sea maid Rosalia, and her long tail stroked across the beach, not very pleasant-- Because she saw that she usually basked in the sun, "But Master Hathaway said that this excitement should gradually recede, and they should be able to calm down and communicate with us."

"The witch said this ... then wait for these guys to calm down. Don't conflict with them first, to prevent bad things in the future, wait until everything is established," Petia rubbed her forehead. "Yes, she Did you say what these guys should be called? There should always be a race name or code name? "

"I can't find a matching name from the existing database," Rosalia said, while her tail had quickly stabbed a pit on the beach-she saw the one occupying her own sun pit. The guy had begun to sleep with her tail rolled up inside, which made her particularly annoyed, but did not dare to vent in front of the queen, "So Master Hathaway gave them a name ..."

"Oh? What name?"

"The master calls them 'Naga'."

(Mummy!)