Irving Dyson stared at the stone bed quietly, watching the monster in black robe turn into a pool of dirty sea water, flowing around the stone bed.

When the dirty sea water flowed to the ground, he took a little step back expressionlessly to prevent the liquid from contaminating his boots.

A smell mixed with the smell of seaweed and mud dissipated in the secret room.

"Can you track his soul?" Earl Owen turned his head and said to the mage in charge of this place.

"The soul has disappeared," the mage in the moon pattern robe outlined a complex rune on his chest, and a slight silver light appeared in his eyes. After scanning the entire secret room, he shook his head, "but it did not disappear in an instant - there is no remaining spirit here, and the soul seems to have been taken away by something."

"...The souls taken away are even more interesting..." Earl Owen frowned slightly, but slowly stretched out again. "Don't spread the news about this monster for the time being to prevent panic. Master Pettori, please help you to completely purify the place, including this black robe and the half amulet to prevent them from remaining cursed power from the deep sea."

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

Irving Dyson nodded, his eyes retracted from the stone bed, and he let out a soft sigh.

The rich smell of sea fish in the air seemed to dissipate a little.

"Anyway, the Storm Sons who once betrayed the Dyson family seemed to have encountered some trouble this time... It's ironic that they threw themselves into the deep sea, but the deep sea didn't seem to treat them well," the ruler of Port Mobius suddenly laughed, "This is quite in line with the end of the cultist."

"Sir," asked the wizard named Pertori, "our route exploration plan..."

The strange state of the black-robed monster was frightening. Even the knowledgeable mage felt extremely afraid when facing the inexplicable power from the deep sea. The fine scales, webbed palms, and the scene of the monster finally turning into sea water were deeply imprinted in the minds of everyone on the scene. At this moment, thinking of the marine adventure plan actively prepared by Port Mobius under the order of the emperor, the mage Pettori couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"It's still going as planned," said Owen, in the blue pupils of the border count, there was a fearless, challenger's light, "it was just a cult who had perished himself and could not affect His Majesty's plan of route development."

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

"The ocean is never safe," Owen Dyson looked at the mage calmly, "but we cannot stay on land forever because of the safety of land - I will report to him and report to him in full about the situation of this monster, but the preparations for the development of the route cannot be stopped for a moment."

"Yes, sir."

...

Time at sea is rarely calm, most violent, and always dangerous.

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

It seemed as if the thunder and lightning were raging in the dark sky. Every lightning strike would illuminate the turbulent and violent sea surface. The huge cyclone formed a terrifying structure like an upside-down funnel over the island. The clouds dominated by the cyclone connected the sea surface around the island, and formed a circle of storm barriers that seemed to surround the walls between the sky and the sea.

This terrible celestial phenomenon formed by strong winds, huge waves, lightning and magical turbulences is like a cage to cover the entire archipelago without dead corners. Looking out from any point in the archipelago, it is like looking up at the endless walls that are desperate in the cage.

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

Only the priests who follow the storm's way know how to find safe routes from this violent and seemingly unobstructed blockade.

A ship bumped through the storm, avoiding all the magic turbulence and deadly waves as if dancing in the jungle of blades. The brilliance of magic flashed around the ship, and huge runes shone on both sides of the ship's side, making the ship amazingly fast. It crossed the most dangerous sea area of ​​the wind and waves like a bird flying close to the sea, and quickly approached the largest island in the center of the archipelago.

A large temple that is eye-catching, built with blue stones, like a pyramid, stands on the top of the mountain in the center of the island, overlooking the entire sea area. Over the temple are huge runes representing storms and gods. The powerful extraordinary power resists the storm, allowing most areas of the archipelago to maintain the most basic peace and security, and allowing the residents of the island to survive in this terrible sea area.

The ship slowed down on one side of the island, drove smoothly into an artificial port, and parked close to the pier.

Many were already waiting in the harbor, some of them wearing ordinary fishermen's outfits, some of them wearing black or blue robes with storm runes on them.

A long springboard stretched out from the side of the ship, and some people wearing storm robes appeared on the side of the ship and stepped onto the pier along the springboard.

Behind these men wearing storm robes were warriors wearing enchanted leather armor or mail, covering their appearance with oak masks, and moving silently. These soldiers belonging to Storm Son carried several stretchers, and on those stretchers, they were firmly fixed with rune chains and strong ropes, and were wrapped in black cloth with mummy-like human bodies.

The crowds on the dock became a little turbulent.

An old man wearing a dark gold storm robe, wearing a storm triple crown, and holding a heavy sea emperor scepter, walked out of the crowd. When he walked by, the people around him retreated to the sides, and some people whispered with respect: "The Pope has been crowned...", "It's His Majesty Thor..."

With countless eyes watching, Pope Sol Storm, walked up to the trestle and came to the storm priests who came down from the ship. His eyes swept over the soldiers carrying stretchers behind the priests and swept over the bodies fixed to the stretchers.

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

A storm priest who seemed to be the highest-ranking priest took a step forward, and his opponent saluted respectfully: "Crown."

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

"Yes, Hurricane Island and the two affiliated islands next to Hurricane Island, all the compatriots on it have returned to the deep sea. At this point, the seven islands that have lost contact have been confirmed to fall," the Storm Master said with a heavy tone, with a strong shame on his face. "I am very sorry, I have not brought any good news."

"No guilt, human power is ultimately limiting," Pope Thor shook his head, his eyes falling on those stretchers, "Then, these are the transformed compatriots..."

"Strictly speaking, they are half-transformed. Their consciousness is in a state of chaos, currently controlled by powerful anesthetics, but their bodies are still mutating," said the Storm Priest. "When we first caught them, they had only very few scales on their bodies, but now the scales on their bodies have covered more than 60%, and... they have grown webbed, the one with the most serious mutated, and their legs have become between the sea snake and the tail."

"And... still no reason was found?"

"Yes, the reason was not found. No sign of attack was found on the fallen islands. We previously suspected that the Siren were spreading curses, but they had never appeared nearby - unless the extraordinary power of those Siren was strong enough to curse hundreds or even thousands of nautical miles, but based on our knowledge of Siren, this is basically impossible."

The Storm Priest said, suddenly silent, and his expression became more serious.

"In addition, we have discovered some things 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 soldier on the night said that he saw several figures moving along the coast, covered with scales, with fins on their backs and arms, and seemed to have gills, gliding on the beach with the tails of sea snakes and fish, and soon jumped into the sea-because there was only one soldier witnessing it, and I was not sure if it was too nervous or illusioned by the magical turbulence."

Pope Thor listened to the description of the Storm Priest, couldn't help but look at the bodies on the stretchers again.

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

"Yes."

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

"Yes, so was the night soldiers reported."

"...I understand," Pope Thor whispered after a few seconds of silence, "Thank you all for hard work, go and rest first, and the follow-up matters... will be discussed after you have rested."

"Yes, thank you for your concern."

The Storm Master said with his head down, twisting his neck a little unnaturally.

He suddenly felt a little itchy in the skin near his neck.

It's like... scales are about to grow there.

...

On this endless ocean, storms are the norm, but a peaceful safety zone still exists. The colonial starship of the Antawayne and the Ao continent where the starship crashed are one of these safety zones.

In the Antawayne crash area and the vast surrounding waters, storms rarely rage, with clear sky or gentle drizzle accounting for the majority, and deadly magic turbulence almost never appears.

This abnormal phenomenon once made the Siren very curious. During the long research and exploration, the deepwater technicians proposed a conjecture. In ancient times, Antaweien activated almost all engines for emergency recoil during the crash. The powerful energy released by the engine melted almost a quarter of the Io continent and broke through part of the continental shelf, permanently changing the submarine structure near the coastline. Perhaps it was in this process that the local magnetic field changed permanently and indirectly led to changes in the magic environment, which opened up such a large area of ​​safety in the endless sea where the storm was raging.

For Siren, the greatest benefit of the good weather in the waters near Antawayen is that they can bask in the sun in this often clear sky.

But some accidents will always happen on good days.

In the crashed area of ​​Antawayen, the western coastline of the Io continent, and on the sunbathing grounds of the Sirens, Petia frowned slightly, looking at the uninvited guests who occupied the beach.

Those creatures that look very much like humans but have obvious characteristics of deep-sea residents run around the beach (or slide around with smooth and scaled tails), as if no one was around, and were excited.

Petia slightly turned to the side and whispered to her close maid: "Rosalia, what are the origins of these... guys?"

"I haven't found out yet. They are all too excited now and can't find a calm communication," replied Rosalia, the deep-sea maid. Her long tail was not very pleasant on the beach, because she saw that the place where she usually basked in the sun was also occupied. "But Master Hathaway said that this excitement should gradually fade, and they should be able to calm down and communicate with us."

"The witch said so... Then wait for these guys to calm down. Don't have conflicts with them first to prevent them from being able to deal with them in the future. Let's talk about everything after establishing a communication," Petia rubbed her forehead, "By the way, did she say what should these guys be called? There should be a racial name or code name?"

"I can't find a matching name from the existing database," Rosalia said, while her tail was poking a pit on the beach quickly - she saw that the guy who occupied her own special sand pit for sunbathing had already started to slept inside, which made her particularly angry, but she didn't dare to vent in front of the queen, "So Master Hathaway gave them a name..."

"Oh? What's the name?"

"The master called them 'Naga'."
Chapter completed!