Chapter 389 Perun confesses, royal hairtail, Mammon: You pass!
The sea wind was howling, and on the sea where huge waves were surging, a giant creature with an unclear shape in the sea fog let out a shrill scream.
The heavy fog obscured the entire view of the behemoth. A mast sail was struggling to move forward in the wind and waves. Compared with the behemoth in the fog, it was so small that it could be ignored.
On the bumpy deck, a Templar knight looked up and opened his mouth blankly, with strong shock on his face.
Amidst the lightning and thunder, a huge gorgon appeared and disappeared, with five ugly and twisted snake heads growing out of its ferocious face. The huge tentacles on its lower body shook the waves. The whole thing looked like a deformed combination of a gorgon and a giant octopus, giving the scene an unforgettable experience. People are terrified by nightmares!
The Templar's face was pale, his lips were trembling, and he murmured in a daze:
"How can we defeat this..."
Scylla the Siren.
A monster that appeared in the epic.
She has been dormant in the Giant Rock Strait for hundreds of years, costing the lives of countless crew members.
Whenever Scylla appears, there must be a Maelstrom monster following him. There are different opinions about the relationship between the two. Authoritative scholars believe that the Maelstrom monster is one of the many descendants of the God of the Deep. Due to its destructive power, Extremely powerful and exiled, Scylla was originally one of the many children of Poseidon.
The two had a sympathy for each other because of their similar life backgrounds.
When two monsters appear at the same time, the threat doubles. Even the Sixth Ring Master is involved in the whirlpool and cannot protect himself!
Boom——
Muffled thunder exploded, and huge waves crashed against the coast, like the anger of the gods, breaking the stone lighthouses along the coast. Trees were uprooted, boat branches turned into powder, debris stirred in the whirlpool, and wails came and went.
On the cliff, the sea witch stood in the storm, looking at the terrifying sea monster in the distance in this apocalyptic scene. Complex expressions of perseverance, coldness, and hatred flashed across her pale face, as if saying to herself:
"I can understand your hatred... you were cursed by a witch and fell from a carefree water fairy to a terrifying siren. You want revenge, killing, and destruction..."
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"But I can't sit back and watch you destroy my home. For this reason, even if you cheat, betray, or curse again, I must stop you..."
"Scylla the Siren, it's time for you to disappear forever."
A cold light flashed in the sea witch's eyes, and she slowly raised her right palm, holding a slender wand in her palm. The wand made a series of traces, leaving dark green lines where it was drawn. Magic power gathered in the lines, and finally a magic circle was drawn out of thin air!
The cold dark green magic power is brewing in the center of the magic circle, exuding the vicious breath of curse. The power of curses comes from witchcraft, which is strictly prohibited by the Mages Guild. It is rare in today's era, but compared to spells of the same ring, the power of witchcraft is more threatening!
Suddenly.
A dark green beam of light shot out from the magic circle, penetrated the vast sea fog, and landed on the huge and terrifying sea monster under the fog. The sea monster was indifferent and slowly turned its huge head. A pair of faint yellow eyes shot out strange gazes, piercing the sea fog and fixed on the sea witch.
She seemed to fall into stillness.
Until he noticed the familiar scent of witchcraft from the sea witch, Scylla suddenly fell into a riot, his roars mixed with endless resentment, and set off a huge tsunami!
Why? Why did the curse fall on me and I endured pain that I should not have endured!
The roar was mixed with a scream aimed at the soul, and the vicious voice echoed in the sea witch's ears, giving her a splitting headache, black eyes, and she couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood.
At this moment, the sea surface next to the female siren Scylla began to "sag", and a huge whirlpool was generated beside her, spinning violently, swallowing all approaching ships.
The Templars on the sailboat felt the ground shaking and clung to the mast tightly, but the entire ship was disintegrating, making a desperate cracking sound.
"No, we fell into the range of the maelstrom monster!"
"Where is the bishop? Use magic to lift the warship high!"
"It's useless, the creative field here is full of rioting water elements, and there is no sense of divinity at all!"
The entire warship was about to be buried under the sea, and a sharp golden light suddenly rose several feet high, towering over the sea——
Chandler, Grand Master of the Knights Templar, holds a golden spear made of fine gold. His momentum rises, and a holy white light envelopes him. He looks extremely dazzling in the night, revealing his unrivaled aura. field.
Zheng!
In an instant, Chandler took action, and the golden spear swept out, swinging out a round of bright holy flames. The raging flames illuminated the dark night, lighting up the sea in an instant, and the ferocious spear flames slashed diagonally at the body of the Siren Scylla.
Bah!
Blood fell like rain, staining the sea surface red, and the hideous injuries were clearly visible!
Scylla suddenly screamed and glared ferociously at Chandler... If she hadn't focused all her attention on the sea witch, how could she have been succeeded so easily!
See it.
The sea witch beside the cliff breathed a sigh of relief unnoticeably.
The reason why she concealed Yeats and Perron and chose to cooperate with the Templars was to use Chandler's help to completely eliminate the threat of Scylla.
Chandler did not break the promise, allowing the Sea Witch to see a glimmer of hope for the future of the local civilians.
But.
Even though Chandler is the prestigious Knight of Six Rings, he still finds himself in a tough fight when faced with the attack from Scylla and the Maelstrom Monster!
The heavy rain was pouring, and the sea surface split into a huge ravine like an abyss. It was a vortex created by the Maelstrom Monster, which had huge traction. Even if he was flying high in the sky, Chandler was still pulled by that force and needed to be distracted. It takes mana to compete with it!
at the same time.
The tentacles of the Siren Scylla shoot high into the sky like sharp spears.
boom!
Caught off guard, Chandler's shoulder armor and shoulder blades were completely pierced by the tentacles. The huge force forced his body to fly backwards and hit the cliff on the coast. There was a loud "bang" sound, embedded in it, and dust and smoke flying. !
"Leader!!"
The adjutant's call echoed through the stormy night.
"If it doesn't work, retreat, leader!"
Scylla and the Maelstrom Monster have been wreaking havoc in the Giant Rock Strait for many years. It is true that there are six-ring strong men who have come forward, but without exception, they have all failed, and they can only let these two monsters continue to dominate the surrounding sea areas.
Chandler is old, and due to the limitation of the power of greed, he cannot progress further in the study of divine arts. His strength is not a top powerhouse. Faced with the flanking attack of two emperor-level monsters, he feels that it is extremely difficult.
Seriously injured, Chandler's eyes dimmed, and a trace of regret flashed in his heart.
"Alas... This matter should have been pushed forward slowly. I was too greedy, eager to solve all the problems at once, and unwilling to join hands with Yeats..."
As long as the female Siren Scylla is eliminated, the Knights Templar's power can officially take root in the Rock Port and receive generous taxes, which is also in line with the philosophy of Chandler, a believer in the God of Greed.
However, the difficulty level of the Siren Scylla far exceeded Chandler's expectations!
"Could it be that... we can only use my Lord's blessing?" After all, divine magic is not Chandler's strongest area. A strange golden light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately suppressed it and said secretly, "No, my Lord's blessing can't be used." If Fu is exposed here, I will most likely lose my position as the leader!”
"How can we earn more money and educate the next generation!"
Immediately, Chandler wanted to retreat.
However, a deafening roar came from the sea again, and a huge black shadow cut through the wind and rain and broke through the waves!
Boom!
The entire strait was actually trembling, as if it was caught in an earthquake, and the waves became more violent in this strong vibration.
Chandler's eyes widened and he looked at the black figure in shock——
The slender silver body is like a sea snake, glowing coldly in the darkness. It is nearly a hundred meters long and is constantly swimming around the whirlpool. It is like the guardian of the maelstrom monster, like a predator waiting for an opportunity to hunt in the whirlpool!
An emperor-level monster, the Sea-shaking Emperor Scale Snake.
The entire body of the King Scale Snake is silver-grey, with a bristly dark red dorsal fin on the top of its body, and a crown-like cranial fin on its head. Its strength is comparable to that of the Sea Demon Squid.
This kind of monster even has the ability to summon underwater earthquakes, so it gets the name "Shocking".
It is one of the longest sea monsters on the continent and is known as the monster that sweeps across the seabed and destroys everything!
Chandler's expression suddenly changed.
This emperor-scaled snake is obviously a dependent of the female siren Scylla!
The appearance of the Emperor Scale Snake means that he will face three six-ring monsters at the same time!
For a moment, Chandler felt bitter in his heart, and suddenly understood why he had never heard any rumors about the Emperor Scale Snake before.
When Scylla and the Maelstrom appear in front of mortals, all they have to do is sacrifice the crew alive and have a chance to survive.
But when Scylla's dependents, the Emperor Scale Snake, appeared, it meant that no one could survive, and there were no rumors about the Emperor Scale Snake in the world!
Scylla actually has the ability to control sea monsters as his own... Chandler quickly remembered Scylla's mesmerizing siren song and sighed silently in his heart.
This is no longer a question of whether we should retreat, but whether we can retreat!
Barely supporting his body, Chandler once again flew over the turbulent sea, trying his best to avoid the sharp water arrows spit out from the mouth of the Emperor Scale Snake. He used his long spear to blast out the holy flames with his backhand. He retreated while fighting and approached the Sea Witch on the cliff.
"The situation is beyond my control." Chandler said seriously, "The contract between you and me is now void. I want to retreat, but don't worry, I will compensate you afterwards!"
As believers in Mammon, most of them have a spirit of contract.
Even if the contract needs to be terminated midway, compensation will be paid according to the breach of contract.
But this is obviously not the result the Sea Witch wants. Anfiya looked at Chandler hesitantly, and saw that he was scarred and his eyes flickered slightly. She didn't say anything, but nodded silently, expressing her understanding of Chandler's approach, and whispered:
"No matter what, I am ready to inherit the mission..."
The sea breeze blew her long hair, and determination flashed in her eyes. As a descendant of the sea witch, she learned many forbidden witchcraft, including the forbidden spell of using herself as a living sacrifice to cast a curse.
As a result, the power of Scylla and the Maelstrom Monster will be greatly weakened, and they will fall into a short sleep.
Anfiya's teacher, the previous sea witch, sacrificed herself to bring short-term peace to this town.
Under the influence of her teacher, Anfiya was also prepared to sacrifice.
"I only have one wish... I hope you can take good care of those children..." Anfiya rolled up her hair and showed a pale smile, "The castle is the property in my name. When I die, please sell the property. , donated to the Knights Templar, I trust... you will be able to dispose of this wealth properly."
Chandler was stunned for a moment, his eyes were complicated, his lips pursed, as if he had made some kind of determination, and he said in a deep voice:
"Perhaps, that money can be used to ask Duke Honeysuckle to help!"
Asking nobles for assistance is very common on the mainland, provided that enough compensation is paid.
Chandler had promised the Sea Witch to get rid of Scylla, but felt deeply that he was not capable enough. In desperation, he came up with a trump card-outsourcing!
In Chandler's view, he is limited by his status and cannot use the blessing of the God of Greed, which is already a disadvantage. However, Yeats is the Moonlight God's Chosen, and his strength is far better than himself, even if he faces three six-ringed monsters , also has a great chance of winning!
Anfiya froze on the spot, seemingly surprised by Chandler's suggestion, and said:
"But... you and I just deceived him, Duke Honeysuckle... there is no reason to help..."
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"There are no absolute enemies, only absolute interests."
Chandler used the same rhetoric as Mammon and said: "Using the tax from the Rock Strait as compensation may be able to impress him..."
The two communicated while taking advantage of the precious time that Chandler had gained from withdrawing from the battlefield. At this moment, Scylla discovered Chandler's traces again, staring at the cliff with his yellow eyes, and let out a shrill scream.
Under her control, the Emperor Scale Snake leaped out of the sponge several feet high, its nearly 100-meter body shrouded in light in mid-air, turned into a straight sword, and stabbed at the two of them quickly!
Chandler quickly retreated with the Sea Witch.
Boom!
A corner of the cliff was flattened, revealing a complete cross-section, and the huge rock crashed into the waves, making a roar!
Anfiya's face was ugly, and Chandler's eyes were also solemn.
boom!
Thunder and lightning tore through the sky, and on the shore where the lightning struck, a red-robed elf was soaked to the skin and looked at Scylla's figure in the sea fog with firm eyes.
"Scylla——!!"
Perun's voice, amplified by the bard's spell, echoed over the sea with thunder.
This sudden call attracted everyone's attention, and even the ferocious sea monster slowly turned around and looked at the elf coldly.
The siren's snake hair spread its fangs, its eyes showed a fierce light, and the tentacles on its lower body were like an octopus swinging in the sea. Looking at that terrifying image, Perun's eyes showed a trace of love and pity.
"Stop it, Scylla..."
Before he could finish his words, a tentacle quickly struck and wrapped tightly around Perun's body, as if trying to break him at the waist.
Perun was unprepared and allowed the organs in his chest to be squeezed. Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. He raised his affectionate eyes and looked at the nightmare siren.
"I'm here to confess to you!"
The whole place was dead silent.
Scylla's face showed human surprise.
The next moment, Scylla was furious and screamed, his soul-directed wail piercing Perun's mind like thousands of needles.
A mere elf actually fooled me!
"No, I'm serious..." Perun's eyes flickered, and his sincere feelings were like substance, forming the divinity of the God of Love spreading in the realm of creation, "I fell in love with you at first sight."
Bards who believe in the God of Love possess a special spell called 'Sweet Talk'.
The prerequisite for the casting of this spell is sincere feelings, and the more sincere the love, the more this spell can infect people's hearts. Even if the other person does not accept the love, the hostility will be weakened.
If the feelings are false, the spell will become a verbal spell, 'Sword of Mouth and Sword of Belly', which will cause damage to the soul.
Under the influence of this 'sweet talk' spell, the atmosphere of disaster was strangely relieved.
Whether it was Grand Leader Chandler or Sea Witch Anfeya, their eyes widened in shock.
That elf... actually confessed to Scylla? !
Scylla was confused and surprised for a while, raised her tentacles, tied up Perun and brought him in front of her for a closer look.
On the head of the huge sea monster, grew the upper body of a human woman, with pale skin and slender arms. A pair of pitch black eyes without white eyes stared at Perun coldly, making a hoarse and unpleasant voice.
"Do you know what you're talking about?"
The tentacles that bound Perun became harder. Perun coughed out blood, with a smile still on his face, and said intermittently:
"I have heard about your past, and I know you were beautiful back then... You were the water fairy praised by everyone at that time, and everyone admired you... But compared to then... I love you more now. , a face that has been weathered by fate..."
Scylla looked stunned.
A complex emotion traveled through hundreds of years and turned into a warm current, flowing into the thawed limbs.
Scylla's eyes were complicated, and he let out a sigh, then released the tentacles tied to Perun, letting him fall into the sea.
"You guys handle it." Scylla closed his eyes lightly and handed Perun over to the Emperor Scale Snake and the Maelstrom Monster.
Perun quickly fell into the sea, his eyes watching Scylla's figure getting further and further away, and he suddenly felt a trace of regret in his heart.
Boom!
Perun sank into the sea.
Under the surface of the sea, the huge shadow of the Emperor Scale Serpent circled around the location where Perun sank.
Scylla looked down from a high position, thinking of the sea witch who cursed herself thousands of years ago because she was jealous of the fisherman who fell in love with her. The anger in her chest was once again overwhelming.
at the same time.
Yeats, led by Mammon, came to a ruins in the deep sea.
A touch of magic appeared in the shape of a light film, shrouding Yeats and the little black cat on his shoulders, isolating the influence of sea water and enabling normal communication.
Yeats glanced at the God of Greed that had shrunk into a cat shape on his shoulder, and cursed:
"Why do you all like the shoulder position?"
The black cat shook its tail and said lazily:
"As you can see, this palace was the local Poseidon Temple hundreds of years ago. It later sank due to a tsunami, but there are still many treasures in it."
As he spoke, the black cat stretched out his paw again and pulled it in mid-air. A water curtain suddenly appeared, reflecting the situation on another battlefield.
Yeats couldn't help but hissed when he saw Perron confessing to Scylla and then being sunk to the bottom of the sea.
I see you are really hungry!
"Here, choose one of the two."
The black cat stretched out its flesh pad, swayed between the palace and the water curtain, and said: "Want friends or treasure, you choose..."
"Well, let me tell you, he is not your friend, he is just your vassal."
There was a bewitching tone in Black Cat's words: "If you go back now, you will never find this treasure again. On the contrary, this treasure has the inheritance of Poseidon. It is more effective than the potion made with the maelstrom monster." It’s ten times better!”
Yeats said: "Are you serious?"
The black cat raised his head proudly: "Of course, I am a businessman who times ten!"
"Then there's no need to choose?"
Yeats spoke righteously and said: "Of course I will go back!"
The black cat was stunned: "Why?"
Yeats pointed at the water curtain, took a breath, and said: "Have you seen that fish? A hairtail that is hundreds of meters long! It is a pity not to use it for cooking!"
Mamen was silent for a moment, following Yeats' gaze and looking at the emperor-scaled snake in the water curtain, feeling strange.
It must be a sea snake! What the hell is hairtail!
You are quite greedy if you want to cook with an emperor-level monster!
(End of chapter)