"Hand it over, you have to know what you're up against!"

"It's my former friend and rival who led the Fish-Man Legion, but what?" Slark held a cloth bag tightly in his left hand, hiding behind him, his hunched appearance not at all like protecting the thing, but like a thief who had just been killed, and slipped out of it.

Slark was surrounded by a large number of fishmen with all sorts of cold weapons, all of them with fish tails and no feet, but he was the only one who was different.

Hidden in the cloth bag was nothing but the Holy Grail, the Holy Grail that the Fish-People had kept in the palace treasury for generations. But now, Slark, will never hand over the Holy Grail to these fishmen.

He had made a promise to take back the Holy Grail and return it to Silkis, and he had to keep it.

The Holy Grail has returned, and only one last step is missing.

The fishmen are clearly not going to let Slark achieve his goal. The Holy Grail is a common treasure belonging to the Fish-People, how can it be easily given to [outsiders]?" "How many times do I have to say it before you understand?, Srissis has been exiled, and I don't know on which island I have repented of!" Slarda said coldly.

"I'm just giving her back the glory she took away from you. ”

"Glory taken away? Glory is not taken away. She threw it away herself. It is her duty to protect the Holy Grail, and if the Holy Grail is lost, she should be sanctioned. ”

"What's the difference between you talking like this and those bandits in the South Seas?" Slark glared at him and said viciously, "The Holy Grail was stolen by those guys from the South Seas, and it's to blame them! You didn't know until the end that it was the First Thief, right? I tell you, those two humans warned you at the beginning, and you didn't believe them!"

Slarda was dumbfounded for a moment, and then Slark said, "And now," he said, holding up the bag in his hand, "I have brought back the Holy Grail, but is it useful?

When Slark swam all the way to the southern seas, bypassing the defenses of countless deep sea trolls and slitting the throat of the First Thief with the Silent Ripper, he knew he had to face it all. The Holy Grail had been taken, the royal city had fallen, and the people had no place to live, and if Slardar hadn't been summoned by the Dire Ruins, where would they have gone?

It is inevitable that the former sinner has returned to his race, and it is inevitable that everyone will not be able to accept him, not to mention that he is still standing in opposition to everyone.

Slarda was already so angry with the sinner's remarks that he grinned: "Since you are so resolute, don't blame me for not remembering the old feelings!"

"Hmph, don't be disgusting. Can you get it?"

The moment Slark lifted the sack off, the fish people who rushed forward stopped, and the holy light shone so brightly that they couldn't open their eyes for half a minute. The fish-people have evolved to this day, but they are still unable to move under the scorching sun for long periods of time, and the sun is dazzling to them at any time, let alone the glow of the Holy Grail that is close in front of them.

Slark swore that if anyone moved forward even a minute, he would unleash a blast of light from the Holy Grail and teach the ignorant creature a lesson.

Sure enough, none of them took a step forward.

"Slark, in the name of the Fifth Commander of the Dire Alliance, I order you to find out the movements of the Iron Sail Fleet tonight......! I don't care, but we must clean up those enemies on the South Coast!, or I'll take you back to the Grand Alliance dungeon and let the Torturer Risel dispose of you!"

Slark retreated a little, and he couldn't die until the Holy Grail was returned to Silk. How could he give up his life because he disobeyed the orders of the commander.

Dire has this ability, and even if the Fish-Man Legion can't handle him, is there no one else? Crowbe Ruth's divination mirror can easily know his location, Mercury can descend to him at will, and Nesha has the ability to cross planes. As long as he has the contract, even if he escapes to the ends of the earth, the Dire will be able to find him.

Slark had no choice but to follow his fate, starting from the shore of their gloomy islands and stepping into the water. The water gradually submerged the soles of his feet, knees, and body, until he was completely submerged, and then he walked towards the shore in his usual pedaling position.

Slarda didn't embarrass the Holy Grail for the time being, and Slark was grateful in his heart, of course not the sincere kind. Because the task given by Slarda this time is basically equivalent to letting him die.

Alone in the territory of the Radiant, and the public enemy of the Fish-Men - the territory of those navies, in the eyes of the Fishmen, the navy is no different from the pirates. They were all humans, they were all driving boats, and they would shoot at them with guns or cannons.

The territory of the Iron Sail Fleet is on the south coast, separated by only a strait from the Fish-Man Legion's territory, the Gloomy Isles. Each had known about each other's existence for a long time, but neither side had ever attacked. Humans know that once at sea, they will appear vulnerable to the fish-people. Fish-people also know that once they are on shore, they will appear vulnerable to humans.

Slark deliberately slowed down when he swam some distance from the shore. The south coast, as one of the main strongholds of Tianhui, must be a net of heaven and earth, guarded everywhere, and the slightest negligence may be discovered.

However, he didn't really care about that. He had a natural sense of the enemy's sight, and he knew if he was now exposed to the enemy's vision. It's an indescribable feeling, and when he doesn't go unnoticed by anyone, his whereabouts will be like a fish in water, unpredictable, and if he is injured, he will be able to regain his vitality in a very quick time.

A ship next to the harbor caught his eye. It was late at night, and there was neither the breath of a Radiant Contractor nor a scout guard or anything like that, and there was no one on the ship from the outside, but the ship was bustling. The lights were on in the cabin, but Slark couldn't see what was in the cabin or what was going on there.

Fishing? It won't be so late, will it? It seems that it is now the point where humans sleep.

Well, since Commander Slarda asked him to come and investigate, he can't let go of any suspicious corners.

After a few breaths of damp air as he emerged from underwater, Slark reached to the place where there was minimal noise and climbed into the boat. It turned out that there was someone outside the boat, and there was always a sound of Slark's finned feet rubbing against the plank, and the man looked back when he heard the sound.

Slark was faster than him, hiding behind a crate before the man could see him.

Immediately afterward, Slark realized that he was overthinking, and according to what the man had heard, the sound in the cabin must be louder than the sound of Slark moving on the deck. I saw the man shouting at the door of the cabin: "Stop playing, aren't we out on duty?"

"Three-to-three!"

"I can't afford ......"

???

On duty, Slark seems to have captured some key words.

It's just a boatload of characters who aren't very powerful, but it's possible that it has something to do with Radiant.

"Boom-" A muffled thunder suddenly sounded in the skyspace, and the black clouds became lower and lower, until people couldn't breathe.

The climate in the coastal zone is so unpredictable, but the climate has nothing to do with Slark, and he doesn't have to worry about capsizing, and it can be refreshing when it rains.

The sound of a torrential rain followed by thunder, accompanied by a hurricane, and the hull of the ship began to shake violently.

The person who stayed outside rushed in directly, and the sound of the rain completely drowned out the voice, and at this time, I'm afraid those people inside are not in the mood to play anymore.

The boat was struggling to turn and approach the shore. The torrential rain became heavier and heavier, as if the sky had been cut and water was pouring down from above. The rain fell on Slark's body, and he felt some pain.

Slark did not plan to disembark. He was going to go to shore with the gang, at least, to find out who they were, and he didn't like unfruitful actions.

Fortunately, the ship was relatively close to the port, and the medium-sized ship finally came to shore in a state that could be overturned at any moment, and several people rushed out with their heads in their hands and jumped ashore, one of them hanging the anchor on the iron hook.

At that moment, Slark suddenly became aware of the presence of the Radiant Contractor. The nature of the contract immediately brought him into a state of tension, and his hand pressed on the hilt of the second knife at his waist.

"Silk, how did you get here? Didn't you say you should stay indoors and get adjusted?"

Slark's heart slammed, what did he hear?

He quickly poked his head out, afraid of being discovered, and carefully retracted a little. In the blink of an eye, he could see clearly who it was not Silkis sitting on the dock in the rainstorm.

But how could it be...... How could it be a radiant......

"It's colder on the shore than in the sea, you haven't gotten used to it, go back quickly, or you'll get cold." A man was admonishing Stiffis, and the voice was familiar, and Slark saw his face under his wet hair, and the man seemed to be called Bander.

Slark's hand lifted from the hilt, looked at the sack containing the chalice, and then looked in the direction of Sriss. She's already in front of her, and if you miss this time, you won't know if you'll be able to find her next time.

That human being is really blind to care...... How can the fish-man be cold?

She's just guilty.

As long as she saw that the Holy Grail was back, she might be in a better mood.

But now that Celestial is a Radiant Contractor, will she not accept the Holy Grail because he is an enemy, or will it not make her feel better at all?

What is good in the first sentence?

No, I can't think about it that much. Put the chalice on the shore and go immediately.

Slark had just straightened his back when he was thrown into the sea by a sudden wave.

Another Radiant Contractor!

And yes, he didn't find it from beginning to end, it turned out that his hiding place had long been exposed.

As he sank, Slark saw the same self appear in the water in front of him, the one who didn't have a chalice but had a silent ripper, stabbing at him.