Isita felt a ripple in her heart. This is a metaphor used only by the Wave Priests, who believe that just as the Lady of the Tides rules the sea, each person has a sea of his own, the Sea of the Heart. And everyone's control over their own hearts is like the goddess to the ocean in reality. However, such a statement has not been unquestioned since it was raised, and the seventeenth chief priest in the history of the Lietao clan once strictly forbade the use of such a term on the grounds that it made the priests sound as great as goddesses. As priests serving the goddess, they must clearly realize that they do not possess any of the qualities of the goddess, and that the so-called scorching sea siren is only the larger one on the waves splashed by the tide, and is no different from other creatures involved in the tide. However, this prohibition ended when the twenty-first high priest received a revelation. The high priest made it clear that the goddess allowed her most devout followers to use this parable because it would give her a clearer understanding of the minds. And many priests will enter the contemplative forest in their old age, in order to sink their minds into their hearts completely, to make their hearts one with the sea created by the Tides, and to make their own insignificant power a part of it, so as to achieve the ultimate worship of the goddess.

Of course, the turmoil in Isita's heart at this time is not because she wants to complete the sublimation of her life. In more understandable terms, she was just excited, a fantasy and longing for the glory that was about to come. As the younger sister of this generation of high priests, Isita had received the same education as her sister since she was a child, but she could not understand why one of the sisters, who were almost equal in all their grades, had ascended to the supreme red coral throne with the favor of the goddess, while the other had to climb the fiftieth floor with difficulty on the ninety-nine steps. Although the fiftieth layer was already an incredibly good achievement for a priest of her age, it was not enough, it was far from enough.

The young priest longed for more glory and favor, but that didn't mean she wanted to take her sister's place, on the contrary, Isita believed that her sister was the one who deserved to be the high priest among the living Sirens. And what she was looking forward to was to be the first person under the high priest, and if she wanted to be specific about the number of steps she hoped to be able to reach, she hoped it would be ninety-eight. This is still too far from where she is now. Therefore, she had to be more diligent in her sacrifice and even more diligent in serving the goddess.

However, unlike the ambitious priestess, the soldiers under Isita were gradually unable to keep up with her speed, partly because of the different equipment on their bodies, in addition to the natural fish scales, the regular Raging Waves soldiers also had to coat leather armor made of manatee skin and chain mail made of a large number of snail shells, this triple protection gave them an incomparably strong defense when fighting, and underwater, because the weapons would be blocked by the current, such equipment was enough to withstand most attacks. And even above the water, a human scimitar can't break through the tough manatee skin, even if it can split through the shell. However, the burden of such equipment can be imagined, and soldiers who have undergone strict military training basically have to learn to quickly put on their own armor before entering the battlefield, because they are not too fast when the armor is added. However, since this mission is tracking, no one knows when they will catch up with their opponents or be ambushed by them, so the soldiers have to keep their armor all the time. But that's not the whole reason.

What really makes the difference between Isita and her soldiers is the privilege of being a tidal priest. If you look closely, you will find that the water around the priestess flows in the direction she wants to go, and this small help will not have any obvious effect in a short period of time, but in the long distance, there will be a considerable gap between the priest with the help of the water and the ordinary kraken.

Having said that, however, Isita didn't notice the tiredness of her soldiers, and her mind was now full of the glory that was about to come. This caused her to be very annoyed when she realized that she had unknowingly left the others some distance away. The soldiers of the Burning Waves were unable to resist this anger, they had been instilled from birth with the idea of being respectful to the Priest of the Tides, even though they knew in their hearts that the Priestess's anger was entirely due to her own impatience. After all, in addition to not daring to resist, the priests also have a terrible authority in the society of the scorching waves, the goddess controls the ebb and flow of the tides of all things, and his priests control the status and responsibilities of the believers, and each tidal priest has the right to make any scorching wave kraken other than the priest change their occupation, and the occupation is equal to the scorching waves of social status, which is tantamount to the power of life and death. Therefore, the soldiers did not dare to disobey this lady, they had spent so much effort to climb the second of the three steps, and absolutely did not want to be beaten down again to civilians or even more miserable slaves.

So they had to do everything they could to keep up with their priests, but thankfully, the messengers sent by the Lady of the Tides kept them from being misled by the false information left behind by the Sharktooth Hunters, otherwise they would have to travel several times as far as they do now. But even then, when they finally caught up with the squad they were chasing, anyone could tell that they weren't in good shape. But they still chased down the bad guys, right? And it doesn't look like these guys are in any better shape than they are.

Humans, this species is no stranger to Lietao, but humans who can move underwater? Well, that's kind of funny, because even if the above-ground races have the means to breathe underwater, their bodies are not adapted to the underwater environment, and their movements are always comical and slow. So, what if a human subdued a kraken underwater, even if that kraken was shark teeth, it was a little weird. When Isita led the soldiers to the clearing, they saw such a scene. A human, presumably male, with a battle axe in his hand, crushed the famous huntress of the Sharktooth Clan to the seabed, seemingly threatening to cut off her head at any moment.

Fortunately, Isita quickly found an explanation for the scene in front of her, a woman with black and white hair colors watching the events at the bottom of the sea with a cruel smile on her face. Isita knew her, one of the most powerful witches in the Lost Witch Order, who had negotiated with her sister before she became the High Priestess, and the name Kuyla and her black and white hair were the ones that left her mind on.

"Witch, prepare for battle!" the Tidesman commanded the soldiers, as she began to chant the name of the Tidemaidens in her mind, and the three conchs at the tip of her scepter began to make a slight noise. But at this moment, Kuyla turned her head to look at the waves, and then continued to focus on the fight at the bottom of the sea as if she hadn't seen anything.

The enemy's indifferent reaction put the Kraken in an awkward position for a moment, and they did not know if it was a trap or not, so they waited for the priestess's order instead. Isita's attention, on the other hand, was drawn to the death match at the bottom of the sea after Kouira. She could tell that the human and Jaquia really wanted to kill each other. Isn't that interesting, isn't it?, especially since the priestess was sure that she was in absolute advantage, she raised her hand slightly, signaling the soldiers to be on guard, but did not give the first order to attack. She wanted to see what the hell was going on.