There are reasons for the abnormal gathering of various energy in nature.

For example, the strange environment on the Illusion Island is a seasonal season because a large number of elemental fruit trees in the secret realm release various elemental energy in the cycle to change the environment.

Donald admits that there are storms, sea vortexes, or thunderstorms in front of him. The climate in the depths of the Osweaver Sea is changing, and the chance of extreme bad weather is small, but it is not impossible.

But who can explain to him why negative energy clouds appear on the sea?

And they were rushing inside!

"Why can't you take a detour to drive there?"

Someone next to me asked a question that Donald really wants to ask now.

"Are you blind? There is no way ahead for you to go around!"

Someone also gave an answer immediately.

The negative energy clouds that covered the sky and the sun were not sure whether they were rushing towards the three ships, or the three ships were approaching there, or whether both were proceeding at the same time.

There is no rain, no thunder, only silence and coldness.

As the ship gradually approached, the light seemed to be swallowed up. The ship in front immediately turned on the searchlight on the ship, and several huge apertures were added to the clouds in front.

That's right, the searchlights of the ship can shine on these clouds. They are even less than a hundred meters away from the sea. When they get closer, they look up as if the entire sky is crushing.

Heavy pressure exists in everyone's heart, and ominous premonition is no longer just a feeling, but is appearing in front of everyone with realistic things.

However, no matter how dissatisfied they were, the ship had no intention of turning around and was just moving forward.

Because Dalton Valen ordered them to move forward.

The brightness around it has dropped again and again, and finally it has reached the point where you have to rely on the searchlight to see the scene ahead in front of you. This darkness is uncomfortable.

The aliens on the deck began to retreat to the cabin. Although they had become aliens, they would not have physical problems due to this environment, as creatures, no one likes to live in this environment.

Lilo is an exception.

Around her, some gray mist that drifted with the wind was lingering around her, and the negative energy that was originally intended to affect Donald or Stephanie was absorbed by her.

"The surrounding natural elements are under extreme pressure, sea water changes color, organisms die in large quantities, and negative energy is polluting this area..."

With Lilo sharing the pressure, Donald used his mental power to perceive the surrounding situation. In such an environment, the mobilization of all elements except negative energy showed obvious sluggishness. Standing on the side of the ship, looking at the sea, you can see marine creatures floating on the water everywhere. The sea that should have been blue has now appeared a strange black.

"Fortunately, I obtained a new talent before coming, and there is no problem with the simple force field energy control. Bigby's strong attack palm and Bigby's Vajra Fist can still be used."

He barely breathed a sigh of relief, at least some means were not affected by the environment, so he patted Lilo on the shoulder and took Stephanie back to the cabin.

As soon as they reached the stairs, Donald touched the wooden stair handrail in his palm, but a buzzing sound was made during the boat's radio.

"His Excellency Valen, commissioning..."

Someone was talking, and the three of them stopped, and the strange disciples who were in the cabin who were watching the situation outside also stopped talking.

"I am the director of the Bureau of Transfers, Dalton Valen, and I will explain the mission this time."

"According to reliable information, a crack connecting the abyss appeared on an island deep in the Osweaver Sea, and an extremely powerful alien beast has entered the world through the crack. The mission targets are to kill the alien beasts, and reseal the abyss cracks are completed."

The mission announcement that could not be as short as possible made everyone in the cabin dull as if they had been imposed on a fixed technique.

Donald was too lazy to complain about why there was no detailed information or morale-encouraging sentences.

Abyss cracks, abyss beasts.

These two terms are like two iron hammers, which hit everyone present hard.

"What a joke, the abyss crack? This is the depth of the Osweather Sea. It's all about us. Can't it just crack? What the hell do I care about the abyss beast it runs out? Why do we need to clear it?"

After a long time, there were still strange disciples cursing next to him.

This cannot be blamed on him. In fact, most people are thinking about what they are now similar to his.

Most of the people present lived for half their lives and probably had never been exposed to anything related to the abyss. Now they suddenly told them that they needed to go to an island to destroy a monster that came out of the cracks in the abyss?

It's not like this to joke!

"I know why there was no notice of any mission in advance. I was afraid that we would refuse to participate in the mission..."

Sitting on the floor in the cabin, the expressions on some people's faces were almost the same as those of attending the funeral, heavy and gloomy.

This is the truth. If they were notified before boarding the ship, this time they would go to the sea to destroy the strange beasts in the abyss, 80% of the strange disciples would pat their butts and leave.

I am willing to pay any compensation fee!

Especially after seeing the dark negative energy cloud in front of me, the already suppressed emotions quickly turned into extreme dissatisfaction. After waiting for the recognition and approval of others, this dissatisfaction became a rebellious mood at an extremely fast speed.

"Exit the extraordinary bureau and ask for a return flight!"

This is a slogan proposed by the strange disciples around him.

"Let them make noise and wait and see what happens."

The people from the Rose Squad gathered in the corner, and Donald said in a deep voice.

He naturally wants to go back now, so who would go to an island with abyss cracks?

But he didn't think the adult would agree to the request.

When dozens of strange disciples rushed to the bow of the ship, they saw a man standing at the tip of the horn of the ship. His long gray windbreaker swayed with the sea breeze. There was no top hat on his head, but a simple short ponytail. His hands were inserted into his pockets, without saying a word, but just looking at the emotional crowd.

In front of him were members of the strange storm bureau with a surging crowd. These people were his subordinates a few minutes ago, but now they are not, because these people are thinking about living now.

Behind him was a cloud of negative energy that seemed to be boundless, dark and cold, as if it was about to devour him in the next moment, but at this moment, it was still helpless against him.

"Director!"

Apart from this claim, there is no more to say.

Dalton Valen, after the police chief disappeared, became Demingham's only official dominant powerhouse.

"Two choices, the first choice is to fight on the island. If you can survive, the warehouse of the Extraordinary Bureau will be completely open to you, and you will become the heroes of Demingham."

Speaking of this, Dalton stopped talking.

"What about... the second option?"

Someone couldn't wait to ask.

The next second, sand rose from under his feet, and a giant sand hand formed instantly, holding the man in his five fingers, his voice annihilated, leaving only blood and mud.

This is Dalton's reply.

It is also a practical interpretation of the second choice.

“Prepare to land on the island.”

The body turned into sand and gravel and dissipated, leaving only the thin outline left.

"I understand, sir!"

Stand attentively and salute, no longer standard movements.

In the face of absolute power, their choices are far less abundant than they think.

The noise before seemed like a farce. Everyone returned to the cabin in silence. The teammate of the man asked the sailor on the ship for a cloth bag and shoveled the crumb that was no longer human-shaped and stuffed it into it, just as a temporary place to live.

From beginning to end, no one dared to say a bad thing about Dalton Valen.

The same is true for other strangers in the cabin. They either gathered together to discuss what to do after landing on the island, or sat aside with a gloomy face.

Slogans like quitting the strange adjustment bureau and returning to Demingham seem to have never appeared.

It is obvious that no one on this ship can disobey Dalton Valen's orders.

Donald leaned against the outer edge of the stair guardrail and remained silent. He naturally saw the movement of the sandwich hand just now. It was too easy for the dominant level to kill these alien disciples who were mostly power levels!

This made him feel a great sense of crisis.

Mark Darren reminded him to be careful of the strange adjustments and think to a deeper level, isn’t he just to be careful of the director of the strange adjustments and the director!

"The next task is probably the most difficult experience in our lives. Let's prepare for it. We must deal with it in the best condition. You must all survive!"

As the captain, Horn only has so much to say at this time.

"Hone, can I say a few words to you alone?"

Susanna suddenly spoke.

"certainly."

Horn realized something, just nodded and walked down the stairs first.

Unbutton the two buttons in front of your coat to make your breathing smoother.

Donald stood in front of the left window of the cabin, pursed his lips, and his saliva was a little astringent.

The wind blew in through the gaps in the window, making his brain calm.

Looking at the dark sea view outside the window, he seemed to see the island they were about to board.

More than ten miles away, an island stands on the Osway Sea. All the vegetation on the island is withered and destroyed. A strange roar comes from the trees. The strange beasts polluted by the energy of the abyss are wandering on the cracked land.

The center of the island was three months ago, and it was still an active volcano. It would erupt once a few years later, bringing death to the island while bringing new vitality.

But now the slurry that was so hot that it seemed to burn everything was completely extinguished by negative energy, and the vitality had been cut off. All that exists here is nirvana.

Inside the crater, it seems that the vortex connected to the endless abyss is in it.

A ball of light that seemed to gather all the pure aura around him hovered on this vortex full of filthy energy.

Below it, in the dark vortex, there were huge and rugged figures wandering.
Chapter completed!