Sword of Dawn

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What responded to him was still a chaotic and inexplicable voice. Hearing that weird voice, Owen even had a faint impression of the surging waves in his mind.

"Some kind of unknown extraordinary force distorted this poor man," said the mage at the side, "My lord, I have communicated with him many times before using methods such as hypnosis. This poor guy has completely lost the ability of human language." gone."

"No, your method is wrong." Earl Owen said, and casually removed a pendant emitting a faint blue light from his wrist.

He brought the pendant close to the "monster" lying on the stone bed. The latter stared at the mysterious blue light, and suddenly opened his eyes slightly.

"A long time ago, when this city of Mobius was still a prosperous seaport, the Dyson family was very close to the Church of Storms," ​​the earl said slowly, "We kept many artifacts related to storms, such as a A pendant that was blessed by the Priest of the Storm... Now, tell me, Son of the Storm, what happened to you?"

Even if there was nothing identifiable on the opponent's body, even if the lines on the surface of the talisman had been polished off, Owen Dyson could still guess the origin of the man from the far sea in front of him.

After all, he and his family have watched over the sea for hundreds of years.

The black-robed "monster" on the stone bed stared at the pendant in Earl Owen's hand, and suddenly took a deep breath. In a hoarse voice like a broken bellows, he slowly said in a dreamlike tone: "You... listen Is it... the call from the deep sea?"

"The call of the deep sea?" Earl Owen frowned, "What are you talking about?"

The voice of the black-robed monster became more and more ethereal, as if its mind had gradually dissipated: "Ah...in the dark and deep seabed...the god position has been changed...the one who devours flesh and blood is calling with the sound of the tide...listen carefully, Can you hear..."

"It seems that your mind has been completely polluted," Earl Owen shook his head regretfully, ready to put away the amulet, "but I still thank you, thank you for reminding me of the danger of the ocean once again, reminding me that I should be cautious about it .”

The amulet emitting blue light gradually left the sight of the black-robed monster. The latter was breathing violently, but suddenly, his breathing slowed down, and a strange smile mixed with calm and joy appeared on his face.

The fine scales made this smile look particularly scary.

Earl Owen heard the last few syllables from the monster's throat:

"I hear it, I hear it...she's calling...Eva is calling us...to get back on track..."

The monster on the stone bed let out a long sigh, and then, under everyone's gaze, his body suddenly disintegrated into a liquid like turbid sea water.

Chapter 0748 Belonging to the Deep Sea...but the Deep Sea Doesn't Want You

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

When the dirty seawater flowed to the ground, he took a half step back with a blank expression, to prevent the liquid from contaminating his boots.

A stench mixed with seaweed and silt wafted from the secret room.

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

"The soul has disappeared," the mage wearing the moon pattern robe outlined a complex rune on his chest, his eyes were slightly silvery, and after scanning the entire secret room, he shook his head, "but it didn't disappear instantly— —There is no remaining spirit here, the soul is more like being taken away by something.”

"...the confiscated soul is even more interesting..." Earl Owen frowned slightly, but slowly stretched it out again, "Don't spread the news about this monster to prevent panic. Master Petori, Afterwards, I trouble you to completely purify this place, including this black robe and that half of the amulet, to prevent them from remaining cursed power from the deep sea."

The mage lowered his head and responded respectfully: "Yes, my lord."

Owen Dyson nodded, looked away from the stone bed, and exhaled lightly.

The strong sea smell in the air seemed to dissipate a little.

"In short, those sons of the storm who once betrayed the Dyson family seem to have encountered some troubles this time...It's ironic that they threw themselves into the deep sea, but the deep sea doesn't seem to treat them very kindly," said the Mobius port The ruler suddenly laughed, "This is quite in line with the fate of cultists."

"My lord," the mage named Petori asked aloud, "Our route exploration plan..."

The strange state of the black-robed monster is frightening. Even a knowledgeable mage will feel extremely afraid when facing the inexplicable power from the deep sea. Those fine scales, webbed palms, and the monster finally turned into The scene of the sea was deeply imprinted in the minds of everyone at the scene, and at this moment, thinking of the ocean exploration plan that Port Mobius was actively preparing under the order of the emperor, Master Petori couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Still proceeding according to the original plan," Owen said. In the blue pupils of the border earl, there was a fearless and challenger's light. plan."

"But the dangers lurking in the deep sea cannot be ignored..."

"The ocean is never safe," Owen Dyson looked at the mage calmly, "but we can't stay on land forever just because the land is safe--I will report to His Majesty and give him a complete report on this monster." However, the preparations for opening up routes cannot be stopped for a moment.”

"Yes, my lord."

……

The time at sea is seldom peaceful, most violent, and always dangerous.

In the eastern sea of ​​the Endless Sea, an unnamed archipelago is being surrounded by storms and magical turbulence.

It seems that the never-ending thunder and lightning are raging in the dark sky. Every strike of lightning will illuminate the raging and violent sea. The huge cyclone forms a terrible structure like an inverted funnel above the island. The clouds dominated by the cyclone It connects the sea surface around the island, and forms a circle of storm barriers between the sky and the sea that seem to surround the wall.

This terrifying celestial phenomenon formed by strong winds, huge waves, lightning, and magical turbulence is like a cage that covers the entire archipelago without any dead ends. Looking out from any point in the archipelago is like looking up in a cage, which is desperate. endless walls.

But this terrifying 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 seamless blockade.

A ship bumped through the storm, avoiding all the turbulence and deadly waves of magic power as if dancing in the blade forest, the brilliance of magic power shone around the ship, and huge runes shone on both sides of the ship, making this ship The speed of the ship was astonishingly fast. Like a bird flying close to the surface of the sea, it crossed the most dangerous sea area and quickly approached the largest island in the center of the archipelago.

A striking, pyramid-like large temple built with blue boulders stands on the top of the mountain in the center of the island, overlooking the entire sea area. There are huge runes representing storms and gods floating above the temple. Withstanding the storm, most of the archipelago maintains the most basic peace and safety, so that the residents on 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 close to the trestle bridge.

Many people were already waiting at the port, some of them were wearing ordinary fishermen's attire, some were wearing black or blue robes and short robes with storm runes on them.

A long gangway protruded from the side of the ship, and some people wearing storm robes appeared on the side of the ship and stepped onto the trestle along the gangway.

Behind these people wearing storm robes are warriors wearing enchanted leather armor or mail armor, covering their faces with oak masks, and marching silently. These soldiers belonging to the Son of the Storm are carrying several stretchers. On those stretchers , is firmly fixed with rune chains and strong ropes, and is wrapped in black cloth like a mummy-like human body.

The crowd on the pier became slightly agitated.

An old man wearing a dark gold storm robe, wearing a three-fold storm crown, and holding a heavy sea emperor scepter came out of the crowd. Respect whispered: "The Pope has come down...", "It's His Majesty Saul..."

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Pope Saul Storm, the Son of the Storm, walked up the trestle and came to the storm priests who got off the boat. His gaze swept over the soldiers carrying stretchers behind the priests, and swept The bodies that were pinned to stretchers.

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

A storm priest who seemed to have the highest status took a step forward, and saluted the Pope holding the scepter of the Sea Emperor respectfully: "Your Majesty."

Pope Saul Storm nodded slightly, and said softly: "It seems that Hurricane Island has also returned to the deep sea..."

"Yes, the compatriots on Hurricane Island and the two subsidiary islands next to Hurricane Island have all returned to the deep sea. So far, the seven islands that have lost contact have all been determined to fall," the Storm Priest said in a heavy tone, with a serious expression on his face. Deeply ashamed, "I am very sorry, Your Majesty, I have not been able to bring any good news."

"There is no need to feel guilty, there is a limit to manpower," Pope Saul shook his head, his eyes fell on those stretchers, "Then, these are the transformed compatriots..."

"Strictly speaking, they are half-transformed compatriots. Their minds are in a chaotic state and are currently controlled by strong anesthetics, but their bodies are still constantly mutating," said the storm priest. "When we first caught them , they still only have very few scales on their bodies, but now their body surface has been covered by more than [-]% scales, and...all of them have grown webs, the one with the most serious mutation, the legs have become between the tail of a sea snake and the tail of a fish. state of affairs."

"And... still haven't found the reason?"

"Yes, no reason was found. There were no signs of attack on the fallen islands. We suspected that the sea monsters were spreading the curse, but they never appeared near there—unless the extraordinary power of those sea monsters had already disappeared. Powerful enough to cast a curse on hundreds or thousands of people across distances of hundreds or even thousands of nautical miles, but based on what we know about siren, this is basically impossible."

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

"In addition, Your Majesty, we also discovered something this time..."

"Just say it here."

"I'm afraid there are completely mutated compatriots," the storm priest lowered his voice, "on the eve before we left Hurricane Island, a night soldier said that he saw several figures moving on the coast, their bodies covered with scales, There are fins on the back and arms, it seems to have gills, and it slides on the sand with a tail that is somewhere between a sea snake and a fish, and it quickly jumps into the sea - because only one soldier witnessed it, I'm not sure if it was Hallucinations caused by being too nervous or affected by the turbulent flow of magic power."

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

"Sounds like the result of further deepening of this terrible mutation."

"Yes."

"Those completely mutated compatriots jumped into the sea directly, did not communicate with you, and did not attack anyone?"

"Yes, that's what the night soldier reported."

"...I see," Pope Saul said softly after a few seconds of silence, "Everyone has worked hard, go and rest first, and the follow-up things...we will talk about it after you have rested."

"Yes, thank you for your concern."

The storm priest lowered his head and said, and twisted his neck a little unnaturally.

He suddenly felt a little itchy on the skin around his neck.

It's like... there are scales growing there.

……

On this endless ocean, raging storms are a norm, but a calm safe zone still exists. The colony starship Antavien and the Io continent where the starship crashed are one of such safe zones.

In the Antaveen crash zone and the surrounding sea area, storms seldom raged. Most of the days were clear skies or mild wind and light rain, and deadly magic turbulence almost never appeared.

This abnormal phenomenon once made the Krakens very curious. After a long period of research and exploration, the deep-water technicians put forward a conjecture-in ancient times, Antaveen started almost all engines during the crash. Performing an emergency recoil, the powerful energy released by the engine melted almost a quarter of the Io continent at that time, and penetrated a part of the continental shelf, permanently changing the seabed structure near the coastline. Perhaps it was during this process that the local magnetic field A permanent change occurred, which indirectly led to a change in the magic environment, which opened up such a large-scale safety zone in the endless sea ravaged by storms.

As far as the sea monsters are concerned, the good weather in the waters near the Antavien is the biggest benefit for them—they can bask in the sun to their heart's content in this place where the sky is often clear.

It's just that some accidents always happen in good days.

In the Antaveen crash zone, on the western coastline of the Io continent, on the sunbathing area of ​​the Krakens, Petya frowned slightly, watching the uninvited guests who occupied the beach.

Creatures that look like humans but have distinct features of deep-sea dwellers run (or rather glide with smooth, scaled tails) on the sands, uninvited and cheerful.

Petiya turned slightly to the side, and asked in a low voice to her personal maid: "Rosalia, what are these... guys?"

"I haven't found out yet, they are all too excited now, and there is no one who can communicate calmly," the deep sea maid Rosalia responded, with her long tail paddling on the beach, looking not very happy—— Because she saw that her usual place to bask in the sun was also occupied, "But Master Hathaway said that this excitement should gradually recede, and they should be able to calm down and communicate with us."

"That's what the witch said...then wait for these guys to calm down. Don't start a conflict with them, so as not to deal with it in the future, and we can talk about everything after we establish communication." Petiya rubbed his forehead, "By the way, she Did you say how to call these guys? There should be a racial name or code name?"

"I can't find a matching name from the existing database," Rosalia said, and at the same time, her tail was poking holes in the sand quickly-she saw the one occupying her own sunbathing bunker. The guy had already started sleeping with his tail curled up inside, which made her very annoyed, but she didn't dare to vent it in front of the Queen, "So Master Hathaway gave them a name..."

"Oh? What name?"

"The masters call them 'naga'."

Chapter 0749 Great Times

On the edge of Cecil City.

A huge magic network relay tower stands on the edge of the snow-capped field. The tower shines with metal and crystal brilliance in the bright sunlight. The huge antenna device and crystal array on the top of the tower are quietly controlled by a series of mechanical structures. It rotates statically, providing the broadcast service of the magic network signal for the city and the vast area around the city.

On the spire of the tower, on the base of the quietly rotating antenna device, a long snake tail is clinging to the cold steel surface.

The tail of the snake shrank and swayed, and Tyr poked her head out from under the antenna. She raised her head, facing the cold wind, her long hair fluttering in the wind, and the "song" that only sea monsters could hear and understand was riding on the magic ripples, lingering in the sky. her ears.

"Naga..." The siren lady frowned, and whispered to herself with doubts, "I haven't gone back for a while, and such a weird thing happened..."

As she spoke, she shook her head slightly, bent down, let go of her tail, and prepared to follow the tower back to the ground.

"It doesn't matter, there are always some strange things happening in the deep sea, but I don't know if Gao Wen is interested in it... huh?"

Tyre blinked in confusion and arched forward, but the back half of his tail remained motionless.

She looked back and saw that her tail was still tightly wrapped around the antenna base, the surface of the scales was covered with a layer of crystal clear ice crystals, and the inside was also translucent.

"Hey..." Miss Sea Demon finally became a little panicked, and moved her tail redoubled, "Oops...it's frozen...why is it so cold up here...who will help..."

A light click came into her ears, and Tyre's struggling movement suddenly stopped. She looked a little dull in the direction of the sound, and saw the rear part of her tail cracked crisply, and the cracks were going along the Spread out with transparent ice crystals.

Tyre turned his head and glanced at the direction he came from, and saw the smooth and icy slope of the top half of the tower, as well as the distant ground below.

The tail snapped off.

"... The gentle deep sea... Today is really a failure..."

……

In the city of Cecil, three young people who came from all over the world, but got together by chance, were walking on the streets in winter.

The neat streets are spotless, tall and beautiful houses are lined up on both sides of the road, shops, houses, cafes and various public facilities are scattered in this incredible city, and citizens wearing warm winter clothes and full of energy can be seen everywhere , in this cold winter, no one seems to worry about hunger and cold.

At the intersection of streets, in squares, and in places where various types of people gather, the holographic projection projected by the magic network terminal can be seen everywhere. The projection may present the latest broadcast programs, or present a short video of the government affairs department, or present Advertise certain chambers of commerce and companies.

Film is like a magic net terminal running at full power, looking at everything in the city with his eyes wide open, observing all the details he can observe. In the eyes of this young man from Barron, the whole Cecil City is like a stage full of fantasies, spectacle, and incredible people and things. Everything on this stage is like a drama to him, every detail is so wonderful, so incredible, but these incredible The things that exist here actually exist.

Fendil was also observing the city, but in the eyes of this young nobleman from the northern mountains, what he felt was a completely different level from that of Film.

This is a city without aristocratic districts and civilian districts. All urban facilities here are open to all legal citizens. Survival and comfort are the priority here.

In the eyes of the old-fashioned aristocrats, this place can probably be described as deviant.

But the era of classical aristocracy is over, and the order in this city has become a new "system". Sooner or later, everything here will be extended to the mountains in the north.

My aunt seems to be ready for this, and those northern nobles who still occupy castles and manors must also be prepared, and Fendil himself... finally understands why my aunt must send him here, let him live in the Receive the osmosis of Cecil's order here.

There are some things that really cannot be experienced clearly from books and other people's descriptions.

"I thought we would start producing your 'Phantom Drama' right away." During the walk, Eleven looked at Film beside him, "We have already prepared the venue and recruited some people, but it seems Do you still need to make some preparations?"

"Yes..." Film said with some hesitation, but his tone soon became natural, "Your Majesty reminded me to pay attention to the reality of the script, and to observe what the real southern region looks like—come out today Walking around, I really realized His Majesty's good intentions. There were too many things I took for granted in my previous scripts. The real appearance of the southern border is actually beyond my imagination. It will make the locals laugh."

"Although I think the situation is not as exaggerated as you said, there is some truth to it," Fendil shrugged with a smile, "after all, we have seen with our own eyes that the residents in the city do not use enough charcoal for heating—the charcoal used here is Mana heat exchanger."

Film smiled awkwardly.

"Starting tomorrow, I'm going to visit some people," he said. "I heard that there are many immigrant families on the West End. They experienced the first expansion of this city and know those days very well. Then I want to visit a few more people." A gentleman who lives in the artisan district, they arrived here from the old capital two months ago, from their mouths, I should be able to hear how real immigrants start a new life here."

"Be down-to-earth, a good start," Fendil nodded with a smile, "Eleven and I will go to the college to report officially in two days, and you are welcome to come to the college then, you can take a look at those who came to study How people who went to the South lived and studied."

Eleven on the other side also took up the conversation: "Also, don't worry, we will continue to help you make ghost dramas——I don't think the schoolwork in the academy should prevent the two of us from even taking time to help our friends , no matter how busy you are, we can at least make suggestions for you."