The storm is tearing the sky apart.

Huge waves, tsunamis, countless monsters.

The sea heir died like a tidal wave.

Hold a handcuff and a sharp blade.

The legendary hunter looked desperately at the scene in front of him.

Iberia's marvels of marine engineering stand tall in the chaotic sea, and lighthouses on man-made islands illuminate the endless night.

The siren's song came from distant Sicily, and the heavenly singing voice made the passing sailors lose their attention, and the ship ran aground and sank.

Halpia (ρπυια), the harpy-faced banshee, plundered ships in the storm, their presence ugly and filthy.

Κητο, a symbol of unknown lands and strange creatures, leads many children through the Great Passage and sets waves on the Red Earth.

Φρκο/ Phorcys, the husband of Keto, the embodiment of the azure sea, had many children, most of them sea monsters, collectively known as "Phorcydes".

The New World is occupied by these monsters, and the great shipping lanes opened by humanity are entrenched by them.

There are also many monsters roaring in the sea of chaos, endlessly·····

They dwell in the Chaos Seas and rule over the seas.

And in the sea, those perfect creatures that evolve the singularity - sea heirs.

They're expanding like crazy.

The territory of the sea heirs will continue to expand in a disorderly manner until the sea is eaten and wiped out.

The waves are fading.

Silence is coming.

Bazin thought.

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Close the !! of the electronic channel

"The electronic channel must be closed immediately!!"

Álvaro de Bazán was tormented by a vague vision in his ears, and he unimperceptibly touched his neck, the scales, the power of silence, the part of his body that did not belong to him, what was resonating with.

"With the help of the sacred blood of Tyremethius, the heads of three filthy terrestrial babies, and the hearts of four evil men, in the name of the Lord of the Sea, in the form of a shark, the impure has been turned into essence······

"Millions of terrestrial people are just as filthy, and they don't deserve to see the face of Tyremethius—"

"The air vibrates, makes sounds, finds patterns, learns languages..."

『The Language of 'Humans'...

"Iberia, among them, there is a great crowd of blood, and they prey on us? Ask us?'

"Predation, right, for the sake of the swarm you prey on me, I prey on you. Everyone will become one and become one forever."

"Iberia, it's a companion..."

"So, take it all, knowledge, power, spirituality, flesh... Take them all...

"Terrestrial, filthy... Enemies... Heavenly !!

"Heaven... It's the abyss, angel... It's a demon!'

"They... It's the abyss... The Dominator

"Kill the abyss, kill the kingdom of heaven, kill the angels—"

The terrible murmur continued to eat away at Bazin's sanity.

In the depths of his unconscious consciousness, some ineffable being watched him.

His eyes are not visible to the naked eye, and His gaze is transmitted through the collision of thoughts and dreams.

The essence of this being is the embodiment of chaos and disorder, and his whispering seems to contain all the crazy secrets of the universe, a sound that not even the deepest darkness can completely hide.

In the dream, he saw the black ocean, a sea that was both hollow and filled with many eyes, which opened and closed in the darkness, as if watching the process of his sinking.

He felt himself sinking, through the endless darkness to the unknowable bottom of the deep sea.

A ray of light penetrates deep darkness.

Sun?

A flame that devours the heart.

A scorching beam of light pierced through the curtain of darkness and kissed greedily against his skin.

He struggled to open his eyes, longing for the familiar blue to brush his soul,

But the black swell locked its vision tightly and buried hope.

"Close the electronic channel, please!"

The familiar voice of pleading sounded in my ears again, and the voice was full of indescribable sorrow.

"Shut up!"

An even more intense voice rang out, filled with irrepressible anger and disgust.

"Pedro Iberia, you should be ashamed of that name! You don't deserve the name of great Iberia in your name at all! ”

"Turn off the electronic channel? You know what big joke you're talking about? Just for your unrealistic inferences, for the sake of the aliens who don't know everything? I ought to send you before the Inquisition of Heaven so that they might have a good look at you, a human heretic. ”

"Listen, as soon as someone starts looking for grand reasons for what he does, we should know that he has begun to use it openly. If, in your research, we were only deceitful of the parallel creatures, of the euphemism of the Iberian Academy of Sciences as a cover-up, and of the warnings of the kingdom of heaven 0-13, then this study would not have been published by us, and it would have been absolutely impossible for me to do so!! ”

"I will not belittle humanity and human wisdom, nor will I regard the angels of heaven as God Almighty."

"There are those who think that the public wants the environment to be preserved and that the survival of humanity is realized, and that idealists who strive for such lofty goals will be loved by the public, but in fact, the public expects only one thing – that they themselves will live comfortably and comfortably."

"Desire is the driving force behind the actions of all living beings, and so it is with human beings, and so are the gods who have been shaped by human beings, and so is the kingdom of heaven!"

"This is the last time, Pedro, I repeat, you don't deserve the name Iberia!"

A violent throwing sounded out.

subsequently

Accompanied by the shattering of glass.

Everything in the dream began to shatter.

He lay down again, his body immersed in endless darkness,

From that day on, the tenderness of the sea disappeared on the shores of life.

Its skin is torn apart, telling the torture of time,

Flesh is scorched in the sun, and the aroma of death shines.

At the dark edge of the abyss, countless sea heirs surrounded a huge monster.

It was a suffocating presence.

His massive figure loomed in the shadows of the deep sea, like a sleeping mountain range.

The silhouette of the creature appears distorted and uncertain in the dim light underwater, like an illusion shaped by endless darkness.

His head, broad and heavy, resembled a giant crocodile crawling out of a swamp from prehistoric times, but with unusual features that surpassed those of ancient creatures.

Five disproportionate eyes are arranged in an arc along the head, flickering with strange light, like windows to the underworld, deep and indifferent, looking straight into the depths of the soul.

Each eye seems to reveal different knowledge, and they are observing, judging, calculating every action.

His body takes on a disturbing quintessential symmetry.

Five stout tentacles stretched radially from beneath its torso, each covered with tendon-like notochords and suction cups.

They dance slowly in the dark waters, like five searching tentacles, invisibly tearing at the water around them, their movements both graceful and ominous.

When this monster beyond any human sanity can comprehend moves, the ocean itself seems to have to make way for it.

His five arms align with the axis of his tentacles, like cursed sails that control currents and storms.

His regenerative abilities make it unrivaled in nature, and even the most ferocious predators dare not challenge its almost eternal life force.

"Remember me."

"Free me."

"Devour me."

"There's nothing wrong with eating, it's all for the big flock..."

"Above the stars, in the desolate land of M, where silence buries the ancient voice,

On Pluto, Cthulhu's eldest son rests on the summit of Yadis Go's peak in the shadows,

Sleeping in an unknown megalithic fortress, you can explore the infinite in your dreams.

Ancient earthquakes awakened the ruins of the deep sea, and the waves danced with them,

Huge chunks of flesh, swelling wantonly in the moonlight,

The tentacles are entangled, and there are no eyes but to see, and no ears to hear,

Between the wrinkles and scales, the damp breath condenses into fear.

The gaze that saw him will freeze in a silent scream,

The brain is immortalized, sealed in petrified limbs, the sorrow of living statues,

O great Volcano King, you are the lone king of the invisible city,

In the waves, your image becomes an eternal curse.

Even your reflection can imprison the soul of the viewer,

In the interweaving of light and shadow, we lose our direction,

In the sea of silence, our dreams turned to stone,

Under your rule, all light will be swallowed up. ”

"We call out to you from the depths of the sea, and we ask you to join Tyrcher Misius in breaking all the blockades of the light of the abyss!"

The vast ocean began to fall silent, and Bazin was tired.

His heart is tired, his soul is tired.

He sank his heart into the icy abyss in the darkness, slowly.

He knows that the sea is dead, and his heart is dead.

But he still longs to see the blue sea again in the last moments.

Back in Iberia again, back to the familiar town of windmills.

In the boundless sinking, the beams above became brighter and brighter, and the murmurs and whispers in the ears became more crazy.

They call that light—the light of the abyss.

He was very puzzled, since it was all called the abyss.

Where does the light come from?

Just when he was almost in despair, an incredible beam of light suddenly cut through the darkness.

The light seemed to come from another world, carrying an irresistible force that pierced through the depths of the sea and pulled him up from the abyss of despair.

His body was pulled by a great force and rushed straight to the surface of the sea, as if saved by the arms of a god, escaping the suffocating darkness of the sea.

Led by that light of redemption, the man felt himself resurfaced in the real world, away from the unspeakable and terrifying presence in his dreams.

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"Ahh

Bazin awoke from an indescribable nightmare, finding his body sunk in a sweaty sheet.

His forehead was like a furnace, casting sweat of fear, each drop like the essence of pain squeezed from the depths of his heart.

The beads of sweat pooled into a stream, constantly flowing over his pale, painfully twisted face, as if fleeing from that maddening dream.

He reached out and covered his throat to suppress the feeling of vomiting that twitched to the point of nausea from fear.

"Whew-"

Bazin breathed greedily, and although there was no so-called oxygen in the area, and his physical characteristics did not need it, he still wanted to breathe heavily.

His breathing was rapid, like a soul trapped in a cellar, chased by unknown horrors.

"You seem to have seen something terrible [in the psychic state]."

In this space, there is a voice, low and warm, like the gentle touch of the early spring sun through the cracks in the ice and snow.

Bazin sat up instantly, groping with trembling hands, trying to figure out his weapon.

At the same time, his gaze unconsciously looked at the transmitter of the sound.

In front of him, stood a young man, whose blond hair shone like jewels, matching his golden eyes.

His face is very handsome, his facial features are distinct, he wears a black top hat on his head, and his whole body exudes the demeanor of a noble son.

However, the most striking thing is that there are three auras suspended behind him.

These auras are as pure as mutton fat white jade, white and bright.

They emit a unique sound, and these auras emit a soft sound, like the gentle rustle of the breeze on the wings.

"Your level of pollution is really a bit scary, if it weren't for the fact that my [Crown] Aether Floating Point is a little bit stronger, you might really be able to return to the Hunting Hall Mausoleum on the spot."

Hearing this, Bazin subconsciously glanced at the [Crown] behind the other party, and the three pure white auras were making a humming sound similar to that of a computer fan when dissipating heat.

"You are..."

Bazin looked at the blonde young man and opened his mouth to say something, but soon he suddenly realized something, and he subconsciously reached out and stroked his neck.

A white bandage was wrapped around his neck, and as he pressed his hand, he could feel a noticeable depression, where a large chunk of flesh was empty.

Scales, gone····· Bazin thought to himself.

"You saw me at the time, and you have been hiding in the dark and secretly observing."

Xia Xiu didn't choose to let the field cool down, and he also looked at the bandage around Bazin's neck.

It was the most polluted place, so when he rescued the other party, he chose to dig it out.

"If I hadn't forced you, you probably wouldn't have come out." Xia Xiu came to Bazin's face, took out two handguns, one gold and one black, from the [private custom] space and put them beside the other party, and continued, "But I also understand, to be honest, with your previous level of pollution, the ordinary crowner really can't save you." ”

"Now you can rest assured, although the curse and pollution rooted in the bloodline cannot be removed, but the source of the mutant pollution that induced your distortion has been successfully removed, the elimination operation is successful, and your current sanity and state have returned to the level of a normal thaumaturgist."

When Bazin heard this, the boulder that was calm in his heart was finally put down.

Then, he stretched out his hand to take the handcuff handed over by the other party, and when he held the handcuff, the moment of spiritual interaction.

He always felt like his gun was "not clean".

For example, handcuffs are like a hunter's wife.

And during your fainting, your wife spent an unknown amount of time with a strange yellow hair.

When you wake up, your wife is still the same wife, but its internal structure seems to have been completely deconstructed and scanned by some people.

Just feel... It's weird.

Xia Xiu silently glanced at Bazin, who put away his handcuffs.

Bazin's feeling was indeed not wrong, a certain golden retriever took the two handcuffs in his hand during his fainting, and used his large [mythical factor] up and down, inside and out.

He's stealing food again, oh no, he's stealing the art of Iberian spearfighting.

No, it's not stealing.

There is no charge for surgery.

"Now that you're awake, I just have a few questions for you."

Xia Xiu interrupted Bazin's observation of the opponent, and he asked Bazin with a serious face:

"Where is [the palm tree man-made base]?"

"What about the people of the Heavenly Expedition?"

"What the hell happened in the first place?"

"And..."

"Do you know who Pedro Miguelsette is?"

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Monthly pass ~ goo

(End of chapter)