87_87643Yan's dragon tore through the fog and swooped down.

The first thing the sharks who were besieging humans heard was the characteristic sound of a storm produced by Forty-Seven as he spread his wings and flew, like a moving thunderbolt. They looked up for some reason, probably thinking that it was going to rain—with a huge shadow falling from the sky, it was the dragon's breath that ruined it.

Forty-Seven turned his neck and poured white-hot flames and lightning on the heads of the large group of shark-men. They didn't even have time to resist and dodge before they were instantly scorched and turned into black scum. The sea area directly hit by the dragon's breath immediately boiled, and a large amount of steam mixed with the evaporated flesh of the fish-man rose into the sky, forming a strangely colored column of smoke, and it was also filled with a smoky scorching stench, as if the entire ocean had become a large shear-pan - it seemed that if there was anything more disgusting in the world than a large pile of stinky fish, it was a large pile of burnt stinky fish.

Simon looked at this miserable scene with a pale face, and he thought that he might not have any appetite for grilled fish for the rest of his life.

Forty-seven turned over and fell to the boiling feast he had caused, and in a short period of time it had been transformed into a hideous steel colossus and smashed into the mud, and the remaining electric fire on his body flowed everywhere, crackling the surrounding seawater.

The sharks turned around and pounced on Forty-Seven, even those who had rushed in front of the sailors and the Shirek cultists.

"It's not my aesthetic though...... But it must be admitted that he is quite handsome now. Chloe felt a jolt from beneath her feet, "Where the hell did you get him from?"

"It's almost as dirty as here. Morriel stepped back, the ground where he had previously stood bubbling with muddy sewage. The shaking of the forty-seven landing tore a big hole there.

The sharks are now working hard against Forty-Seven, trying to stop him from sweeping through the crowd of fish with impunity. The Iron Giant, half of his body sunk in the sea, his arms soon covered with fragments of the fishmen, and his large, sharp-edged armor and knife-like fingers ran over them like a city-breaking mallet, turning the waves red.

But the fish-men still attacked relentlessly, like a pack of wild dogs biting around a tank - it seemed that without the power of magic, they had no idea what it meant to be afraid.

Forty-Seven rose from the sea, broke through the encirclement of the shark-man and landed in front of Morriel, and knocked away a priest of Shirek at hand. Don't care at all that now they are in the same trench as themselves.

"Nasty guy. He straightened up, turned to face the crowd of sharks that had pounced again, and raised his arms again. The steel staggered and rubbed, the wrists disintegrated, the armour opened, and the internal components flipped and reassembled, poking out the hidden weapon - a strangely shaped metal cone-spear appeared in Forty-Seven's hand, with four scythe-like balance wings at the base of the prismatic blade at the tip, and the flames accompanied the scream as Forty-Seven swung violently. The spear dragged its blue-white tail flame and shot out, splitting the fish-man who rushed forward and plunging deep into the sea.

The violent explosion sent the sea into a terrible wave. A rapidly diffusing fireball with a mass of metal shards, like a storm of flying flames and blades, scorched and shredded the ground it could touch, whether it was the body of a shark or a rocky reef jutting out of the beach.

Moments after the explosion, the spear created a well-edged death zone in the crowd of fish, before it was blurred back into the ground. A whirlpool was formed, sending foul water and fish-dreckage into the cavity after the explosion.

The bracket on Forty-Seven's arm turned, and the second spear-shaped missile was ready.

"Wait!" Morriel felt unsteady. The soil layer seemed to be slipping, and hurriedly spoke to stop it, but it was still a step too late, or forty-seven didn't listen to her at all.

The second explosion wiped out as many shark-men as the first, while also triggering even harsher consequences.

The island collapsed. Morriel and the others fell along with the cracked earth and stones, and behind him was Forty-Seven, the culprit responsible for this qiē, and his heavy huge body was causing an even greater collapse.

Chloe took Moriel's hand and landed on the cold, damp ground. It was pitch black, and all you could hear was the sound of mud splashing down and the pain and curses of the stumbling sailors.

Overhead, there was a cacophony of axles running and metal colliding, but the sound of landing was very soft. Then the cavern became as bright as day—the dragon's breath rose against the passage they had descended from, filling every crevice, and surging outward, as if a small volcano had suddenly erupted.

Morriel raised his staff, and the gem on its head flickered, emitting a soft white light, making the flames flowing from between the steel dragon's teeth less abrupt and terrifying in the cavern.

"Ouch......" Simon rubbed his waist not far away and complained, "Fell to my death......"

"Why do I think you're putting us in greater danger?" Moriel shone his staff at Forty-Seven, the magical flame on the head of the staff eclipsed in front of his blood-red eyes, "Are you sure you're not here to kill me?"

Forty-seven tilted his head slightly, in this form he looked arrogant and confident, and he didn't even bother to speak.

The fallen sailors gathered in this direction, all stunned by the graceful forty-sevens—from the dragon's head with its crown-like spiral horns to its supple and sharp tail, long spikes of steel all over the body, even on the shoulders and claws. Blue-white lightning flashed between them, making him geometric

It sparkled and flowed with the dragon's movements, illuminating the whole darkness.

Only Rohr glared fiercely at Simon, who was dodging behind him, and Simon smirked, wisely accepting the fact that authority was being challenged.

The strange thing is that none of the Shirek disciples have disappeared, and they have not been in the same place with Moriel and the others, which is really not a coincidence.

The dragon folded its wings and leaped forward like a cat, transforming into a steel warrior in humanoid form—he had found a door, but for his dragon size. It's still a little smaller.

Morrill stood next to Forty-Seven, pointing his staff inside the stone door. The white light could only illuminate a short distance, and the damp stone walls trickled from the roof into the ground, as if they could be destroyed at any moment.

"It's like an undersea ......," Chloe also looked at the deep passage, "Shall we go in?"

"Of course. Morriel tapped Forty-Seven on the shoulder with his staff, "You're in front." ”

Then she stopped the female swordsman who was about to walk: "You are behind." ”

Inside the door is a long corridor, and the soil layer on the walls has shown signs of peeling, but it can still be seen that it was excavated by hand, because there are torch holders for lighting from time to time in the corridor, and occasionally a few torches that have burned out.

Those things that were sealed on it by the forty-seven dragon flames should not have such abilities. The patience and effort it takes to make a torch is enough for the shark-like fish-people - what is the use of fire for them who live in the sea?

The noise and stench of the fish-people overhead were already very faint, and they showed no signs of intrusion, otherwise the tunnel would be filled with the smell of stinky fish in less than a minute - compared to the above, this place was simply another world.

"What the hell would dig such a passage under the feet of those disgusting creatures?" Rohr asked worriedly, beckoning the deep and shallow sailors to follow.

"I don't know, whoever he is. "The four ** are at the forefront, and his logic is that as long as he can go to the end, he will definitely know the answer. And he has exactly what it takes to go to the end.

Morriel's hand gently slid over the damp wall, and he could even feel the turbulent sea water churning not far from here, the wall was very rough, and he could clearly see the trajectory left by the sharp chisel, it seemed that such a long tunnel was actually chiseled and chiseled, although the means were backward, but the perseverance was even more admirable.

But the more important question now is where this road leads.

Relying only on the white halo emanating from the wand in Moriel's hand. The crowd walked blankly along the dark road, exhausted, scarred and terrified, and the excitement of escaping from the maelstrom had completely dissipated. Only then did he get out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's mouth - forced to flee a deadly threat to a future that he did not know at all.

Thankfully, they hadn't planned to stop yet.

No one wanted to stop and no one dared to stop, they instinctively followed the faint light, feeling the body temperature emanating from the person in front of them. This can make them feel at ease, at least to prove that they are not alone, of course, Simon, who is at the end of the line, is more looking back. Although he could not see anything.

But that's more scary, isn't it?

I don't know how long it took, and though Forty-Seven insisted that it took half a day, almost no one believed him, because he was based on the obviously haphazard torch holders mounted on the walls, which were not at all convincing.

But in any case, they had passed through the suffocating circling corridor, and it was a miracle that it could maintain such an astonishing length and integrity under the sea, and that the last section of the passage was almost half-walked and half-drilled, except for the forty-seven who opened the road at the front, never bent down, and he waved his fists nonchalantly to break the stones that stood in his way, like a full-powered excavator, but the people behind him did not have such ability, and the stones that had been turned into pieces from the whole still filled the passage, so that even after the forty-seven open passages, the width of the passage had not changed substantially, except that it was more difficult to walk and many of the support points that could have been used could not be used。

Moriel in the magic shield was full of displeasure, she was not as worried as the others that Forty-Seven would completely collapse the corridor like sinking an island, but she was simply not used to seeing Forty-Seven's approach, he himself might be as immortal as gold, both in body and in mind - but it was very unpleasant for him to impose this immortal self-confidence on others, hell, this guy was not mature at all...... Morriel's conclusion.

But she dismissed the idea of striking Forty-Seven with her wand. Because now the things that are knocking on him one after another, even if he comes more, he may not be able to feel anything, and may even break the magic effect of the staff, should the rest of the trip rely on his red eyes to illuminate?

Chloe followed them briskly, uncomplaining. Although the current situation is not much better than the tattered and bumpy deck and the ubiquitous blades, it is not difficult to get anywhere, if there is really a little dissatisfaction, it is that it is boring to play dodge games with rigid stones.

Forty-seven's heavy footsteps stopped as he entered a wider place, he moved his arm, his bones making a series of metallic crashes, his infrared-like gaze as thin as pinholes, and his head turned around to look at his surroundings, except for stones, even if

There are a lot of strange patterns, and they are still stones.

Chloe snorted softly. also followed the lazy stretching of her body, to be honest, the last section of the road was too short for her.

As the crowd entered, Morriel stood at the entrance of the cave until he was sure that all the members had left the tunnel.

The sailors began to count the number of people with each other. In addition to Forty-Seven, Morrill and Chloe, there were probably a dozen sailors who managed to escape, including Rohr, the second mate, and of course. and Simon who was forced to the palace.

"What the hell is ...... here," Simon looked around, perhaps diverting the subject.

Apparently successful, all the landers looked up, and the brief respite allowed them to resume their dead sanity due to their survival instincts, and to really care about the circumstances in which they were found.

It's a temple again, and lately it seems that I've been traveling around such an inexplicable place, and I'm really getting a little aesthetically tired.

The sailors rallied tightly around the white light with Moriel at the core, and they were determined not to leave half a step. Their faces were pale with magical light, and the clots of blood on their faces could not be wiped away. It was a thrilling journey like a group of lonely ghosts seeking a debt from the captain of the escape place to make such a thrilling journey—so much so that Simon who was right in front of them could not immediately remember the ultimate purpose of their trip.

Morrill gathered the flame that burned like a torch into a bunch. Shine into the distance. A blurred circle of light swept across the walls, revealing from the darkness the mysterious lines that had been eroded over time.

The sound of ticking water came from somewhere, and it reached the ears of the sailors who did not dare to come out of the atmosphere, like thunder.

"Fish-Man Island......" Rohr muttered suddenly, his naturally dim vision clearly making it impossible for him to see the other sailors. Forty-seven saw but ignored something: "This is Fish-Man Island!"

"Fish-Man Island?" Forty-Seven looked back at the sea elves, "This is a hole, a little common sense, okay?"

Simon also followed Rohr's gaze and found something: "That's right, it's here...... Look!"

The symbols and stone textures on the cave are not disorganized. It's just that the lines are too abstract. Moreover, the magic light could only shine on a very small part of the stone wall, and the erosion of the sea water that kept leaking down was intermittently displaced, so it was not recognized in the first place.

As Morriel purposefully moves the pillars of light, the frescoes that cover the entire dome are gradually revealed.

The three-headed, six-armed fish-man rode the wind and waves in the sea with a huge sea beast, each holding a different weapon in his hand, although it was broken, but it could still vaguely distinguish its original magnificent momentum, especially when the light shone on the fish-man's lifelike, huge head with thorns, an inexplicable coercion came to his face, as if it was really a god engraved on the wall looking down on the vast number of beings entering the cave.

"The god of sharks and fishmen?" Chloe looked up at the mural with interest, "Is there really such a god?" ”

"I once saw this from some old literature. Morriel paused for his staff and changed the pillar of magic light back into the shape of a torch, leaving the mural hidden in darkness once more: "The goddess of lies doesn't mind that believers believe in her as if she were some god who doesn't actually exist. In fact, she is quite fond of doing so, and often even disguises herself as something else to deceive ignorant mortals...... It's in the Mist's nature to spread lies and illusions, and it seems we've come to the right place. ”

"This guy looks familiar...... It doesn't have to be that there is no zài. Forty-seven concluded in a very affirmative tone: "Well, it would be more like it if you wore a red belly pocket." ”

Morrill automatically ignored Forty-Seven's nonsense, wondering if he ought to first determine where he was, how far from the sea, and if possible, let the sailors go......

A small figure flashed in the darkness, fleeting.

"Who?!" Morrill raised his wand, and the white light shot out in a beam again, but the only place where the figure disappeared was the damp rock wall. Forty-seven turned his head as she spoke, his vision unaffected by the darkness, and he could see even the traces of running water clearly—but he also found nothing.

"What's wrong?" Chloe pressed her hand to the hilt of her sword, the Sirik rune on it already dimmed, "What did you find?"

Morriel closed his eyes, and opened them after a moment. Hallucination?

"I just saw somebody there, and in the blink of an eye, it was gone. "The direction in which the staff shines is empty.

The four-step meteor walked over and knocked on the stone wall, and the sound didn't look like there was a secret door. He took two steps back and threw a sharp side kick.

With the spilling sewage and the falling crumbling mud and stones, a small hole appeared in the wall under the kick of Forty-Seven, but at the same time, the whole cave also seemed to shake, and the gravel fell from the sky, fortunately, the dome was relatively high, and there was still time to dodge, but the sound of gurgling water was also clearer than what I heard just now, as if the underground hall would soon be flooded by the sea, and the sailors were silent one by one, desperately waiting for the disaster brought by Forty-Seven and One Feet.

Luckily, nothing happened except for the gravel that could be easily avoided