Sirens, visitors from the depths, rulers of the unspeakably dark abyss, are now waiting quietly and patiently in the waters beyond the island.

There was silence in the grand ancient temple, where most of the priests who once bustled were gone, and the last converts hid in various rooms, waiting for the day of fate.

In the deepest room of the Grand Temple, an old man wearing a triple crown of storms stood in front of a bed depicting waves, clouds, and lightning, looking down at the man lying on the bed.

It was the last Storm Priest in the temple besides him, a powerful, strong-willed transcendent.

But now the mighty man was lying on his bed in a daze, weakened by great terror, his skin already grayish-blue visible to the naked eye, and some kind of fish-like scales covered all the skin on his neck and limbs—in fact, the storm priest's legs had even "melted" and deformed, and the original human limbs were gradually merging into a form between fish and snakes, which made him unable to even wear human clothes. Instead, he could only wrap himself in a thin blanket.

"Your Majesty the Pope......" The Storm Priest lying on the bed suddenly pursed his lips and muttered a low murmur, "Are you still there......?"

"I'm here," said Storm Pope Saul Small, bending down in a low and gentle tone, "can you still hear me?" ”

"I can...... It sounds distant," the Storm Priest whispered, the scales around his neck rising and falling as he spoke, "Are we on the beach now?" ”

The Storm Pope shook his head, "Have you forgotten, we are in the temple in the center of the island, which is far from the sea......"

"Really...... I don't remember exactly, I heard the sound of the waves, they were so close, I thought I was on the beach......" said the Storm Priest slowly, "and the sea breeze was blowing on my face, and I felt ...... It was comfortable. ”

The old pope's expression darkened, and his speech slowed down: "...... There is no sea breeze here. ”

"Probably because my time is almost up......," the Storm Priest said after a moment of silence, with a hint of relief, he slowly raised his severely mutated right hand, between the slender pale blue fingers, there were tough webs connecting to the original human limbs, "I have heard their calls more and more clearly, and the call from the sea itself...... It was a very gentle voice, and I thought she was ...... There is no malice. ”

In the face of such a muffled murmur, the Pope did not speak for a while, and an indescribable silence condensed between the two.

After a few seconds, the Storm Priest, still lying on the bed, broke the silence: "We've been on this path for too long...... Maybe it's really time to give up. ”

The old pope shook his head: "It's not like what you would normally say. ”

"But this is not an 'ordinary' day," said the Storm Priest in a low voice, "We are obsessed with going to the deep sea, seeking answers from the depths, but a fallen god cannot give us any answers...... Our initial insistence has deteriorated in the past 700 years, and you, me, and many other priests, who at first persistently pursued for the sake of seeking the truth, have finally become an excuse for all kinds of biased behavior...... What is happening to us now is probably the cost of everything, paranoia...... Caused an even more paranoid mutation......"

The old pope was silent for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "...... You're called a 'philosopher,' so you're still thinking about these things to this moment. ”

"Thinking is a human instinct, a human talent and an innate right...... "The Storm Priest, known as the "Philosopher," said in a low and slow voice, "I only hope to ...... When I become one of 'them' completely, I can still think and ...... as I do now."

His words stopped suddenly, and an unsettling noise took the place of human language, and continued to mumble from the depths of his throat, the sound seemed to be mixed with the faint sound of the waves, and it was as if there was an invisible stream of water flowing in the room, a damp, seaweed-like smell permeating the air, and the water element was enriched, forming visible marks on the bed, floor, and walls, and in this terrible vision, the man lying on the bed began to rapidly transform towards the last stage of mutation—

His last distinctive feature as a human being, the light blue eyes, were rapidly covered by a pale golden chaotic color, and the original pupils gradually turned into a pair of vertical pupils, and in the sudden intensification of gasps, Pope Saul Storm heard a barely recognizable human language coming from the other party's throat: "Ah, I heard it...... That voice in the waves...... Your Majesty, I heard the call of the dark abyss, and there was a voice, and there were many overlapping voices......"

The Pope took the priest's hand, he felt that the soul of the other party was resonating with some more distant and higher will, the man was gradually being affected by the consciousness in the endless deep sea, the priest's lips moved, his eyes became more and more trance-like, and his last words were staccato and "those voices are calling...... Those voices are summoning...... Those voices are saying......"

Suddenly, his trance seemed to have faded away, and an unprecedented clarity appeared in the mutated eyes of the priest, the lips of the Naga, who had been human a few seconds ago, trembled violently, as if the last instinct in his muscles was still fighting, but in the end his struggle failed-

The trembling lips finally turned into a bright smile, and the corners of his mouth rose with great pleasure: "Let's go dig up the big squid!" ”

Saul Smalle let go of the hand holding the priest and sighed.

This person already belongs to the deep sea.

All the people on this island already belong to the deep sea.

The priest who had become the Naga was still lying on his bed, still immersed in the trance of his first "promotion", while the Pope, wearing the triple crown of the storm, stood up, straightened his clothes, picked up the scepter leaning against the corner of the wall next to him, and turned and walked to the door—he left the rooms deep in the temple, walked through the deep corridors, and walked through the closed doors, behind which there was an inhuman murmur, an inexplicable sound of the waves, and a chilling, slippery sound that seemed to be a sea serpent crawling on the ground.

He walked through it all with a blank face, the pope's robe was gradually eroded and disintegrated by the elements, and as he continued to expand, scales began to emerge on his face, webbing grew between his fingers, and the thick and moist skin covered his torso, and the scales and fins on the thick skin slowly protruded, he staggered to the ground, the scepter fell to the ground, and after a few seconds, he slowly got up again, picked up the scepter, and continued to snake forward.

Saul Storm walked through the streets of the town, which had become empty and silent, and he came to the shore, where a multitude of naga emerged from the nearby houses and followed him silently, crawling over the ramp of the harbor that had been built by hand hundreds of years ago, to the end of the trestle that led to the sea.

The sea swelled, and a gorgeous throne made of water elemental condensation slowly rose from the water, and a graceful and elegant woman with long silver-white hair and an extremely beautiful face stood in front of the throne, beside her a deep-sea maid dressed in gorgeous clothes, and on either side of the throne were Tidal Royal Guards armed with particle pulse rifles and trident light wave blades.

"Thor Stone," Queen Pethia nodded slightly, a slight smile on her face, "we've been waiting for a long time. ”

"The last of us lasted longer than we thought," Thor Storm bowed his head, "and we wanted to wait until this was all over smoothly." ”

"It's okay, that's what we promised from the beginning," Petia said gently, "and while I'm not human, I understand how a race wants to stay in its form until the very end...... If the human who persevered to the end had known that everyone on the entire island, including you, the Pope, had been transformed into Naga half a month ago, he would probably have committed suicide - this is a great tragedy. ”

“…… This drastic transformation of life forms can have a great impact on a person's body and mind, and until the transformation is complete, the human mind cannot imagine or understand it," Saul Stone, in Naga form, shook his head, "Anyone who has not completed the transformation will be in deep fear during the mutation process, and too many people have already engaged in unnecessary self-harm for it. ”

"It's good that we solved the problem of Naga's loss of mind in the early stages of his transformation, otherwise the chaos would have gotten worse," Pettia nodded, her gaze looking not far away, where the waters were surging and a tower-like facility of many pipes and antennas that glowed in the sunlight gradually rose to the surface, "I will leave the mental stabilizer here for a while, and wait until the minds and personalities of the last Naga on the island are completely stabilized, and then bring them to the continent of Io." ”

The tower-like device was created by the Krakens after studying the Naga for a period of time, and it is a very simple thing for the Kraken who has mastered advanced technology, and its function is very simple - by constantly releasing the "Psionic Song" that cannot be heard by the human ear but can be recognized by the Kraken and Naga, to appease those Naga who have just completed the transformation and are in a trance, so that the Naga, who originally took about a month to regain their memories and personality, can regain consciousness within a few hours after the transformation is completed.

The discovery of the Krakens' favorite "psionic song" that can speed up Naga's waking speed was a complete surprise to the Krakens - it originated from an episode a few months ago when the Krakens held a "New Naga Citizens Welcome Party" on the sunny beach, when the Deep Sea Witch Hathaway drank an excessive amount of "Big Squid Extract", and as a result, the high-ranking witches who fell into a state of severe euphoria broke through the royal guard blockade and performed a song of death heavy metal with several other equally excited witches - the Krakens love music, They are good at all kinds of music, but apparently the Naga who have just embraced the deep sea have not yet adopted the local customs, and more than half of the Naga fell into a deep coma in that accident......

Three days later, the Witch of the Depths, who woke up from her hangover, thought that it was not the musical instruments of the time that had an effect on Naga, but the powerful "psionic songs" of the Sirens - and then she conducted a series of experiments to confirm her thoughts.

After a series of complex tests and tweaks, the Krakens have created a "Mind Stabilizer" that allows the naga to quickly regain their senses for the first time, an advanced device consisting of two main components: a music player that only the Kraken and Naga can hear "sounds", and a large number of pipes and antennas to make the player look powerful.

Pettia withdrew her gaze towards the mental stabilizer and sighed slightly.

The Krakens can only carry out this level of "technological research and development" now.

But the good news is getting better, as more and more Krakens master the secrets of arcane magic and begin to understand and process the natural laws of this world, the Krakens have been frozen for millions of years by the tech tree...... Finally there are a little signs of loosening.

Thor Stone, the former Storm Pope and now the Naga chieftain, didn't know what the Queen, whom he had recently sworn allegiance, was thinking, he was just worried about the future of the Storm Child, and after receiving further promises from the Queen, he seemed much more relaxed: "We have had many years of friction with you...... Thankfully, it's finally over. ”

"The Kraken didn't want to fight with anyone, but unfortunately we haven't been able to communicate smoothly all along," Petia came back to her senses as she smiled and nodded lightly to the Naga leader in front of her, "Now that you've sensed the Siren's kindness from the echoes of psionic energy, then as a celebration of reconciliation between the two sides...... We will also share with you the secrets of the deep sea.

"Welcome to be a part of the ocean, and may this be your new home."