The exploration vessel redirected again and headed for the far southwest sea.

From time to time, Ian turned on the Prophetic Horizon and fine-tuned the direction of the captain with the help of instruments.

The gloomy and dense rain clouds were stirred by the strong wind, and the dark clouds began to press down layer by layer, and between the clouds and the gale, the dazzling cyan lightning intertwined into an intricate structure, and appeared on the other side of the southwest sea, illuminating half of the sky of the far sea.

The storm was even bigger.

The exploration ship was speeding towards the far southwest sea, but there were still sea beasts chasing after the ship, which made the original crew confused and a little uneasy.

"It's the bloodstains."

Ian didn't make a move, and Isengard found out why, he noticed that some blood on the hull of the ship had not been cleared by the storm, and it was obviously some kind of secret hand of the natives: "We have been locked in by the natives of the local people. ”

The blood was swept away, but apparently it was too late.

"It's not just indigenous."

In the captain's room, Ian calmly said to Master Gosse, "There must be a traitor within us - he has something like a signal on his body, otherwise, with our detection speed, the natives would not be able to detect it so quickly, and then launch an encirclement and pursuit so quickly." ”

The captain was a little uneasy, he was certainly not a traitor, but except for the professionals, the rest of the crew were his buddies.

It is precisely because he knows his crew that he is uneasy: it is not surprising that a group of lazy bitches are really bought by others!

He doesn't want to be sat down!

"Did you find anything?"

Because Master Gosai's face was unexpectedly solemn, Ian asked.

The old man was silent for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "This stormy thunder...... Wrong. Ian, you certainly can't reach the clouds in the sky, but I can. ”

"Normal thunder is a natural discharge phenomenon that only occurs when conditions are met."

Raising his head, Master Gosai looked at the thunder in the sky, and said slowly, "But these thunders ...... All of them are triggered by a creature's special psionic field. ”

Ian's eyes widened, and he understood what that meant almost instantly.

"Hmm."

The old man nodded slowly, and the next words didn't need to be said at all.

And Ian's expression when he looked up at the sky also became solemn.

——There is no doubt that the Zhanhai Crystal Dragon, which is at the peak of the first energy level, is probably advancing!

Meanwhile.

Glow-in-the-dark sea coast.

The massive crocodile dragon trampled on the reef, and six crimson dragon eyes stared in the direction of the impossible ship in the far sea.

Torrential rain and thunder crisscrossed the glow-in-the-dark sea.

Great Shaman Animum...... Or rather, the crocodile Anim, is contemplating.

The secret method passed down among the natives of the Sequoia can be used to combine the shaman of the second level with the 'totem master' who has received the sacrifice through the highest level of pure sacrifice, and become a 'beast shaman' with human wisdom and the power of magical beasts, and gain a long life and great power.

In theory, it does...... Shamans can indeed control the powerful body of the beast through the secret method, almost like a seizure, but their spirit will also be affected by the huge body of the beast, and gradually be swallowed by the instinct of the beast, and finally become the third energy level of the totem master, obtaining the resources of their own soul and wisdom.

It's an exchange, a purer ritual – the shaman temporarily controls the body of the beast for a few years or so, and the beast takes their souls and uses these willing sublimators as fuel to shape their own soul and spirit.

Now Anim is both a great shaman and a crocodile...... He had memories of several shamans in the past who had also integrated himself into the swamp crocodile, as well as crocodile instincts.

He can still restrain that stupid, savage, unintelligent instinct to kill and hunt. But in a few years, he will not be able to control his entire body, and in a few years, he may not even forget his name.

But that doesn't matter.

"Holy Land ......"

The crocodile let out a low roar, the mud and waves around it churning in response to the moaning of the massive beast.

And the 'key' in the crocodile's body is also churning.

The four keys of the ancestral holy land, the key of water, the key of forest, the key of earth, and the key of fog.

Now, with the exception of the water keys in the hands of the Empire, all the keys have been gathered.

The three keys vibrated within him, not just physically, but also from the resonance of his blood—ancient memories were reviving from the shaman's spirit, and he felt a sense of noble mission, as if the light that had torn apart the dark ages was lodged in the depths of his soul.

Is that...... their mission.

"Find the Holy Land, Open the Holy Land ......"

He whispered to himself, repeating the words that reappeared in his veins: "The Holy Land is the highest holiness, the infinite wisdom, the belonging and the end of our life's longing......"

"Holy Land...... It is our salvation. ”

However, the holy land is gradually turning into a labyrinth.

It's part of the natural cycle. He knows this very well.

But the formation of the labyrinth also means the change of the holy land, and he can't accept this.

For no reason, his blood was angry, the will of his flesh was roaring, and the circuits of the ancient ancestors that had been inscribed on the lowest levels of their souls and bodies told him......

- No, no.

- Absolutely not.

- You must take out the 'core blueprints' in the 'Land of Heritage' before the 'Xenobiosphere' takes shape.

——We engrave such a memory and thought seal in our own blood, just to preserve the 'fire'!

- Failure is not allowed...... Absolutely not, if not even that...... Then all the descendants of the Sequoia base, and even all the creatures in the ecosystem around the Sequoia base, should not exist!

"No failure allowed, never allowed."

Repeating the words from memory, the Great Shaman's mind gradually returned to clarity: "The spirit of the ancestors...... I understand. By any means, I will take back the keys from the Imperials. ”

"This time...... As long as you can catch someone on that ship...... Catching that aristocratic boy, no matter how reluctant that guy Grant is, he must return the key to me. ”

The Redwoods and the foreign nobles didn't come to a deal...... The other party only gave some information and was willing to pay the price to ask them to help.

But from the beginning, the Sequoia people didn't need a price.

It's something they have to do...... Do whatever it takes!

"And...... And that's not all. ”

Closing three pairs of eyes, the Great Shaman immersed himself in his old foreknowledge.

- The boy...... The white-haired boy back then, and now the white people......

In the foreshadowing brought by Futaba in foresight, there was no boy. Never, he never appeared, as if he did not exist in this world at all.

But he exists—can, and constantly destroys his plans!

Whether it was the shelling six years ago or the raid not so long ago...... It's all true.

Predicting that none of the troops they had sent would be encountered, they returned to the camp in confusion but safely.

But the reality is that the boy of the White People who reappeared killed all the warriors and destroyed his cooperation plan with the Flying Flame Land...... Everything went wrong.

The Great Shaman had not been able to comprehend this, and he had no idea why the Holy Relic had foreseen Futaba giving the wrong foreshadowing...... But just before going to sea, he figured it out.

Historically, there have been similar incidents where two great shamans have fought for power and profit, and they have eaten the foreseen Futaba at the same time, but neither of them can foreshadow the other's actions.

"That kid...... Perhaps, a prophet. ”

"Only a true prophet, a foreknowledge of the future who is truly sheltered by foreshadowing, cannot be foreshadowed, cannot be prophesied—as if there were no future at all!"

"Only a true prophet can make all the preparations, and with the strength of the first energy level, he can wipe out the entire firearms hunting team!"

Unfurling his bloodshot eyes, the old man and the crocodile let out a low roar at the same time.

- A prophet who wants to hide his identity? Amusing...... Your enemy is not me at all, but all your compatriots!

Wait, Prophet...... Whether this attack succeeds or not, your identity will be told to everyone in Port Harrison!

Yes, they may not believe it...... But how can a prophet who is suspected and speculated to be a prophet exert his strength?

Moreover, he wanted to see how the Prophet could fight against absolute violence—it was impossible for a mere first-level chanter to defeat the net he had laid in the heavens and the earth!

The crocodile no longer controls the mudstone, and it slowly sinks into the water.

Deep shadows lurked in the sea, and began to swim rapidly towards the distant place where the smell of blood came.

And that's not all.

Around Odell Reef, two large and slender eels swam like spirals towards the southwest.

After six years, the indigenous people are once again pouring out of their nests.

Meanwhile.

Port Harrison on the west coast.

Scott arrives at the beach, where he follows Ian's instructions, opens the wooden box, and throws its contents into the sea.

Inside the wooden box was a strand of white hair with slight essentia fluctuations...... He felt unexpectedly smooth to the touch, like some fine silk.

And not long after he cast his hair, the noise of water came quickly.

A metallic silver dorsal fin rides the waves.

An ironclad shark appears in front of Scott's eyes.

The young city guards and the ironclad shark looked at each other, and both of them seemed to have some familiar feelings...... That's the breath of choosing to follow someone.

- It's amazing, when did Ian take in an ironclad shark?

"I don't know if it's reliable, but take it and give him this sword."

Thinking so, Scott threw the long sword wrapped in oilcloth to the ironclad shark, and the giant shark jumped up and held the long sword in his mouth.

Poof—It even wags its tail before heading back underwater, as if to say goodbye.

Under Scott's watchful eye, the Ironclad Shark rode the wind and waves, chasing Ian's breath all the way away, in the far sea to the southwest, in the middle of the Thunder Web.

Similarly, on the other side of the sea, a fleet of pirate ships from the East has set sail...... Through the messages that should be delivered, their sailing objectives are equally accurate.

And Ian raised his head, frowning, he had a premonition of an inexplicable crisis.

"Are you coming? Looks like both natives and pirates are about to go. ”

Although he had known about the news for a long time, he was a little worried because the teenager could only have a premonition of the crisis itself, but could not know the specific content of the crisis.

But soon, he loosened his brow.

- In any case, he has everything ready.

Even in the worst of the futures, even the prophets could not avoid, he was confident that he would survive with strength.

The wind howled.

Many parties are converging, and the web of conspiracy and mission has been intertwined.