An alarm goes off at the headquarters of the Iron Sail Fleet, and a Dire Contractor appears near the docks!

With a wave of his hand, Cuenca returned his parrot to the resting bird rack, picked up the waterproof handcuff that was on the table at any time, and the tidebringer (knife) hanging from the wall hook, and then put on the captain's hat and rushed out the door.

If it weren't for the storm, he would have sent a large number of men to fight against the boat, but the ship was unstable in this weather, and he still gave up this plan.

The news from Banderru was that there was only one number, and that the Morphlings had entangled the enemy, and that Slices was present, but she had no weapons with her, making it difficult for her to provide effective support.

If it's one that's okay, at least it won't lose anything, it's naturally best to kill, and it's not a big problem for him to escape, he didn't capture anything valuable.

There were bursts of thunder, and from time to time there were flashes of lightning on the clouds. On the edge of the pier, the torrential rain was still frantically washing over the road, splashing a layer of smoke-like mist on the sea. The strong wind caused the tropical trees on the shore to bend into a bow shape and sway in a heartless manner. There was a small area of the sea in front of Celestia that fluctuated irregularly, and she sensed the presence of the Dire Contractor.

If there is one's own [allies] in the vicinity of [the enemy], then this feeling will be clearer, and even the approximate position of the enemy can be known without looking.

"Slarda, why are we the way we are today......"

The Siren's most ordinary voice is like a wave crashing on the shore, layer upon layer. It had been a few days since Thrissis had been here, and she knew that her former people were among her people in the gloomy archipelago, the captain of the fish-man garrison of her rank, Slarda, the blacksmith who made her the twin knives, and the officials and elders who had ordered her expulsion.

Both the king and the princess died at the Battle of Clay, and so many of his men were almost completely wiped out, along with one of his best sisters. Slark was thrown into a sunken prison sixty years ago, and surely he was ......

(Is that knife any good?) I've used my first knife for ten years since I first learned how to use knives.) I know it's a bit ...... for you to make something for girls. ）

"Slicis, go back, we'll take care of it here!" Cuenca's voice came from behind him, and the sound of the soles of his shoes trampling on the waterlogged road became more and more distinct.

Srissis didn't refuse, maybe the one who came to offend the South Coast was one of the people she didn't look up and didn't look down, and she didn't want to see her people killed by the current Alliance. But she couldn't stop them, for she was already in the Radiant.

With his senses, Cuenca quickly determined the enemy's position, and then raised the tide messenger obliquely, and a whirlpool suddenly appeared in the center of the sea he pointed to, and a torrent was raised from the whirlpool, and the wide column of water soared straight into the air more than ten meters in the air.

There are Morphlings that limit the enemy's range of movement underwater, and this torrent hits with a single hit. The fish-men who had offended their territory were swept into the air, their bodies completely exposed to Cuenca's sight, but Slices closed his eyes and turned away.

"Another Dire Contractor I've never seen before...... Slarda, Leviathan, Medusa, then this is ......" When Cuenca saw the appearance of the fishman, his brows furrowed, without too many pauses, and then he raised his knife and slashed it in reverse, and the X mark appeared at the fishman's feet. He quickly retracted the knife, changed the handcuff, aimed at the marked position, and waited for the best moment to pull the trigger.

From the tip of the torrent, a wave of dark energy surged and spread, only to make the mark disappear. Cuenca miscalculated, it was the first time he had dealt with this enemy, who knew that the other party had the ability to disarm. But next time I let Cuenca encounter it, it won't be so easy to escape.

The black mist enveloped the fish-man, and he jumped back into the sea, quickly fleeing away.

"If I don't have to take the Holy Grail, I'll meet you on the shore!" Slark thought with a chill to his bones. For the first time, he knew that the fish-people could be cold, and the torrent of water had crossed over from the Ice Age, right?

Immediately afterward, Slark felt that his vitality was not recovering. That means that there are enemies nearby.

As soon as he dealt with the self copied by the morph elf, the guy's body quickly caught up again. I have to say that water is really a difficult opponent to deal with, and he is usually used to dealing with water, and he has no way at this time, he never thought that one day he would do the ridiculous thing of killing water with a knife.

Slark quickly swam to the nearest reef, and the morph spirit actually turned into a human form and rushed up, smashing the water balloon at Slark with both hands like a chain of cannonballs. Not only did it hurt, but for some reason, it was like a torrent, with an irresistible cold that slowed him down.

After Slark walked a slow pace away from the water, the Morphling's water balls couldn't hit him, and they turned into waves and rushed over, continuing to smash the water balls at him. Although this attack is not lethal, it adds up to the fact that it is bound to wear him to death.

Slark endured the chill and pain and thought that since the other party's attitude was so resolute, it was better to fight. He gently lowered the sack containing the chalice, picked up the Silent Ripper, and turned around and rushed over.

Fish and water will one day be on opposite sides.

With each of Slark's attacks, he weakens his opponent, steals his opponent's attributes, and converts them into his own agility, and as his sword speed grows faster and faster, his humanoid form becomes smaller and smaller, and his attack speed becomes slower and slower. At this moment, a layer of red light poured out from around the morph elf's body, and Slark could feel it, and it slowly became stronger again.

How can it be done like this......

It wasn't long before Slark discovered that although the Morphling had become stronger, its attack speed was slower than before, as if it couldn't even lift its hand, and finally it gave up the fight, and a wave stunned Slark in place, turned into a wave, and rushed back into the sea.

"Whew...... ......After regaining his mobility, Slark gasped for breath and hurriedly ran over to see that the Holy Grail was still there, and finally put his mind at ease.

While the attributes he had stolen from his opponent were not gone, Slark quickly left the reef and swam towards the Gloomy Isles. Stolen stats don't stay forever, and the opponent's lost stats will slowly return to their original level after a while. Otherwise, Slark would have ruled the world long ago with just a knife, so why should he be imprisoned in a sinking prison for sixty years.

The investigation was not without results. He learns an important piece of information that Silkis is still alive and staying with Radiant's gang on the South Coast. It would be nice if they could survive so peacefully, but I don't know what Slarda and the others think. The most helpless thing for Slark is that how did she also get involved, and she was opposed to her own camp?

How the hell can the Holy Grail get into her hands, if she wants to make sure that nothing goes wrong, Slark won't ask anyone else, he only trusts himself.

I just want to be no longer a sinner in her heart, and the Holy Grail will no longer be a payment for the sins of the Fish-People, but her. If the whole tribe has turned against her, then the Holy Grail must not fall into the hands of her betrayers!

"I miss your singing," the fish-man said in the rain as he walked up to the muddy shore, "but I can't remember it anymore." ”

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Cuenca quickly found the relevant information from the Ministry of Intelligence. Slark, a fugitive from the Sunken Prison, is skilled in using dark magic and sword techniques, and is cunning and insidious. Has the ability to be invincible for a short period of time...... For physical attacks only, there is no clear answer as to whether magical attacks can hurt him.

"Templar, where did you get the information, how do you even know what the shape of his three knives are and what they are used for?"

"This ...... It's all a credit to Banderru, he told me. Lanaya realized that Cuenca didn't know they had been in the Sinking Prison for a while, and it was a shame to say that.

This shocked Cuenca, and I thought that Banderru would only blow it, but it turned out that there was still real material?

At this time, Banderru was next to Cuenca, and they usually looked at the magic map together, that is, the dynamic map of the area displayed by the various scout guards. Banderru was even more annoyed when he heard this, but then Cuenca turned his head with a smile and asked, "How do you know?"

"I saw it as I passed by. ”

"You can know so carefully when you pass by?"

"Of course......"

Two doors, one room away, Celesis was leaning in the shallow tank, staring at the closed door in a daze. The next door boasted so loudly that she could hear it, but she couldn't laugh at it, and if she hadn't caught someone by mistake, the Holy Grail might not have been lost.

But what's the use of regretting it now? Even if you get the Holy Grail back, you can't be accepted by your people anymore. The difference in her faction meant that she would never be able to return to her tribe, either by slashing her own people or by them.

What is the point of fighting for the relics?

"Don't be sad anymore. A voice said.

In front of Srissy's fishtail, a water vortex gradually formed, and the morphling slowly rose from it, and when it was fully reappeared, the water in the tank was dry.

"Only you are willing to accompany me. Slices still looked lost, but her heart had improved a little.

The Morphling opened two water-made arms and wrapped them around Silris, who suddenly noticed that the Morphling was much smaller than usual.

"You're hurt?"

"Hmm. It's okay, I'll recover slowly. ”

"You fought yesterday, how can you be weak like this, the opponent is strong, right?"

The morphling elves seemed to think for a moment, and didn't hide it: "Well, a Dire contractor, I think you feel it too. ”

"It's not Slarda, is it?" said Srichys, looking up in horror.

"It's not. ”

"Who's that?"