The scaly dorsal fin trembled with excitement, and a piercing screech echoed through the palace where Cantien slept

Transformed as a wolf, Draenor wielded his mysterious greatsword, slicing through the sinful creatures like a hurricane that dispels the fog. The sharp blade tore through the air, shooting out countless flashes of sword shadows, until those limbs were completely reduced to wreckage and pushed into the Abyss Zheng on both sides of the palace

It all happened in a flash of lightning, and Draenor felt like a flintlock pistol loaded with bullets, and something was manipulating him, causing him to pull the trigger of rage one after another.

Now, the surroundings are dead silent again, and there are no more hideous faces in the field of vision. He sat down against the broken stone monument, exhausted like a seagull fresh from a storm.

He finally had a little respite, able to focus on the greatsword standing in front of him. The hilt of the sword is carved with delicate runes, and if you look closely, there is a relief-like picture, recording the story of the past of a certain dynasty, and the sides of the blade still have clear textures, I don't know which civilization it belongs to.

When he moved his gaze to the groove where the hilt met the blade, he realized that it was the flint he had been using.

The mysterious voice had somehow vanished, as if it had never been there. But Delano connected everything he had experienced, Moran's description of himself, the words he heard when he met Will, and Amoro's old Canaan......

"Maybe this stone has something to do with you......"

"An Old Canaanite ......"

"We are not the only creatures of the Creator."

For a moment, he felt that all the evidence pointed to him, and he began to doubt his identity as Ai Xing Lai Rao, could it be that fate had prepared all this, and was ready to point out his life history to him today?

"Ahem...... Ah, Draenor, what's going on? ”

A tired figure slowly walked down the ramp, Amoro dragging the blood-stained axe to the ground, the light on his chest completely shattered, leaving only a twisted metal frame, and the suitcase he was carrying with him completely lost.

"I don't know......," Draenor looked up, looking at the exorcist in a trance.

"Where's your box?"

"It's broken, I don't care about it at all, it's completely broken by the 'tide'. Those precious elixirs have been scattered all over the ground, and we have nothing left now" Amoro pointed to the damp ground behind him, and in the blink of an eye he seemed to remember something.

"By the way, I remember putting a pill in your mouth at Lighthouse Church, where is it?"

Draenor suddenly reacted and subconsciously touched his abdomen, no wonder he had been feeling sick to his stomach since he woke up, and thought it was just the sea water that was doing it!

"I seem to ...... Swallowed. ”

"Damn, that's the final 'Soul Fixer' pill...... Forget it, it's not so toxic that it threatens your life anyway, and it may continue to work...... Where did you get this stuff!? Amoro was just about to sit down next to Draenor when he suddenly noticed the huge two-handed sword, and a rare surprise appeared on his face.

"It sounded a little ridiculous in this stone tablet, and from the moment the scaly man chased after me, I heard a voice that seemed to call me." Draenor looked at the sword beside him, which was almost one hundred and seventy centimeters long, and said as if talking to himself.

"The great sword of Naphilius...... The sword of the old Canaanite king! It's actually here, and it chose you!? Amoro's eyes widened in disbelief, and he quickly returned to the seriousness of an exorcist, "It seems that Lopud's instincts are right, you are indeed a descendant of Atlasrao, and you know how they survived until now......"

Draenor rubbed his temples helplessly, he couldn't pay attention to the meaningless sentences anymore, no matter what, this two-handed sword could completely replace the short sword as his new weapon, but he still needed some time to fully accept this pull

"No, I'm still from Eichenryder, don't do it anymore......" he struggled to squeeze his greatsword over his shoulder and gestured to the towering wall in front of him, "How do we get back to the ground?" ”

Amoro froze for a few seconds, seemingly unsure of how to solve the puzzle in front of him. He walked to the corner of the wall, fingers groping over his head until he touched an inconspicuous crack.

"Right here." He smiled with relief, lifted the huge axe that was dragging behind him, and slammed it into the gap above his head.

Rumble!!! Wow......

The great axe smashed a gap in the wall, and the broken stone gradually peeled off and crashed along the gap into the other side of the wall.

"Do you know what this place is?" Draenor looked around, fearing that the loud noise would attract more monsters.

"Clearly, Cantien's bedroom, where the old guy sleeps, but we don't have any other choice now." Amoro took the axe behind him, his back to the wall, his hands interlocked in a bowl shape.

"Come on, are you ready?"

"Get out of here...... Draenor sighed, lifted his leg and stepped on Amoro's hands, leaping upwards to grab a sturdy stone brick.

"Hold on!" He climbed to the gap in the wall and stood firm, reaching out his arm to Amoro.

Just when the exorcist was less than fifteen centimeters away from the gap, the stone bricks under Draenor's feet suddenly began to loosen, and the center of gravity tilted back sharply, and the exorcist fell into the pitch black with him

"Damn......" Amoro rubbed the back of his head, looked up at the two-meter-high gap and cursed.

"That's your plan." Draenor reminded, holding on to the great sword leaning against the wall, stood up.

Just as he was about to reach out and pull Amoro up, he suddenly found that his left hand couldn't move as if it had been in a plaster cast, and it was accompanied by a tingling pain, as if something had hooked the blood vessels.

"Get out of the way!!" Amoro almost jumped to his feet, slashing at a cloud of shadows with his right hand as he pulled Draenor behind him.

The next second, Draenor heard the frantic wriggling of mollusks behind him, stained bright green by an unknown liquid where he had been standing, and a broken, struggling tentacle.

In the blink of an eye, a huge ball of light suddenly appeared in the darkness in front of Amoro's eyes, and in less than a few seconds, it became more and more numerous, exuding a maddeningly strange color and constantly turning.

"Eyeballs...... Eyeball!? Draenor struggled to raise his greatsword, but an invisible force resisted the urge to slash at the monster.

"Keep up with my !!" Amoro quickly turned his head, grabbed Langlano involuntarily, and rushed with him towards the huge stone brick staircase in front of him.

"Uh-uh...... Quack quack ......"

The strange roars behind him grew wilder, and Draenor couldn't imagine what kind of creature could make such a maddening sound. He forced himself to keep up with the rhythm of the exorcism, he didn't care about the pain of tearing muscles, if it was a dream, he would rather cut his throat and wake himself up completely!!

"It's the Dream Keepers, and it's definitely the smell of blood that attracts them." Amoro still dragged him upward, until a dark blue wall appeared above him.

"It's too late, we have to get out of here, right now!" Draenor swung his greatsword and stood side by side with Amoro, looking at the myriad tentacles approaching at the bottom of the stairs.

"No, they don't die at all, you can't understand such creatures, they are a collection of miniature creatures, even if you chop them into minced meat, you will only grow more monsters!" Amoro unfurled his great axe, standing it on the ground, and turned to hold Draenor by the shoulder.

"Listen, it's time for you to go, get back to the surface, and follow Lopud to put an end to it all."

"!!" Draenor suddenly had a sense of foreboding, he decided that he had to fight alongside Lopud, but now something completely blocked his ability to think, making it difficult for him to learn

"Listen, my divinity is only enough to send one person back to earth, and I have had no intention of returning alive since I came to this city. People called me 'Humpback Whale', a monster that always fought against fate, but in the end I didn't change anything......"

Amoro's eyelids obscured the sorrowful eyes, and when he opened them again, Draenor saw that a translucent film completely covered his pupils.

"I've been infused with blood by those scales, and I'll soon be a member of Cantien's family...... But you, Draenor, are still a long way to go for you, and there is still room for salvation. If fate decides to sink me like this, let it be as it pleases......"

Amoro closed his eyes completely, grabbed Draenor by the arm, and threw him towards Kongzheng

For a moment, the moment his back touched the wall, Draenor felt like he had completely left the space hidden in the deep sea, and he saw the tentacles reaching from all directions almost completely obscuring the exorcist Rao's figure.

And at that moment, Amoro threw the three-cornered hat on his head aside, his arm almost fused with the giant axe, and a dark blue steam came out of his body, and he pronounced a word:

"Tides...... Deep Sea Sonata ......"

The waves converged into a huge whirlpool from all sides, and the great axe streaked a light and shadow in the direction of the tide, and the moment it shattered, the sharp metal shards and vortices fused together, engulfing the terrifying creatures along with Amoro's body.

Then, the water around Draenor suddenly began to surge, and he felt a suffocating thrust through his chest, the incredible pressure of the sea almost crushed his eardrums, and everything was rapidly receding until the entire drowning city gathered into a faint point of light, and suddenly disappeared in front of him.

At some point, the flood turned into a powerful air current, which washed him all to the shore. Immediately after, gravity hit him unstoppably, pulling his body and slamming it heavily on the sand.

"Ahem...... Vomit!! ”

Draenor coughed up a pool of blood in agony, the sea water and blood dripping from his cheeks muddying into a mire of sand. The great sword behind his back weighed him down, and he could barely breathe.

He desperately looked up at the receding sea, realizing that Amoro would never return.

When only the sorrow of the sea was left around, he saw a giant whale leap out of the sea dyed white by the moonlight, spewing out a column of water that was enough to cover the moon, and then fell helplessly, leaving only a cold spray......