87_87643Dagon, the All-Knowing, King of the Deep. [Book Lovers First Release]

Morriel silently chewed on the information that the Succubus Queen had revealed intentionally or unintentionally, trying to dispel the vague and obscure shadow that had crept in his mind.

Long before recorded time, the original form of the Bottomless Abyss was much more obscure and terrifying than it is now. The River Styx, which rules over a qiē, is even more fickle, flooding at every turn, submerging the entire plane into the boundless Black Tide and dissolving into a part of the abyssal ocean. The infinite and profound evil filth gave birth to all kinds of primordial demons, in different forms, and so on...... Dagon is one of them. It wanders alone in the deepest depths of chaos, lurking and watching with patience unmatched. It has seen the first demonic populations rise to the surface of the abyss, the first lords who have risen to the bottom of it, the life beyond the abyss, the chaos and evil in their souls reshaped by the abyss—and thus the birth of the first Tanari demons. It has lived through every era of the Bottomless Abyss, and even the great changes that have made the Bottomless Abyss almost shatter have not been able to touch the strange and ugly body beneath its deep sea. For so many years, it has simply gone with the flow, observing and then meditating, accumulating forgotten knowledge in the multiverse...... Until today.

But is it really as desireless as Mecanshut says, a demon that may be as old as the abyss itself...... How many of its goals are known?

Maybe it's not just that. Dagon's lair now sits in a mysterious level in the depths of the abyss that the demons call the "Sea of Shadows", and there is no indication of this place on the plane map. But according to Mecansut, in order to enter the Sea of Shadows, one must first pass through another realm, its "surface", which is the "surface of the sea" - anyone who has studied the lower realms will hear this place with thunder.

The air was damp and cold. It conveys a bitter salty taste to the lips. The lead-gray sky seemed to be in a state of slow sinking, and after taking a long breath, there was a feeling of dryness in the throat and lungs, as if the plane composed almost entirely of vast water was a vast desert. Coldly, slowly, methodically, every drop of fluid is being squeezed out of people's bodies.

The eighty-eighth layer of the bottomless abyss, a saltwater swamp.

Although the climate is by no means comfortable, it seems to be a little more "intimate" than the iron-filled Abyss Plains and the deep and mysterious Great Abyss. Vast expanses of aquatic plants grow and spread, competing with each other and interdependent, flooding forests with tenacious and astonishing vitality, thriving, and even covering the saltwater basin with a vast sea of trees. Salt water flows through the waterways of the jungle, and the monsoon winds blow through the treetops, and the strange branches and vines are like one. Undulating like a tidal wave...... This is a vibrant world, where the uncivilized wilderness quietly displays the ancient and wild mysteries. Those who come from ancient and modern times will even make people feel a little shocked and stunned.

Morrill was not deceived by this illusion of seeming peace. She expanded the range of her perceptual spells as much as she could, and the results she came back to her were quite astonishing.

"Don't worry. Morriel. The succubus read a little bit of the female mage's mind and explained like a tour guide. She didn't stay with the Succubus Queen, and it seems that she was ready to be stationed as a long-term eyeliner. Morriel has no time to worry about it for the time being—if there are too many lice, he will not bite, and it is really an unbreakable truth.

"Under the power of His Majesty...... There are probably more demons living in the saltwater swamps than the other levels combined, and the number of types is uncountable. Even the most conservative Tanali scholars admit that we probably don't know even a tenth of what we know so far. So it's impossible to avoid them completely. If we want to believe in Mecansut, how can she harm us?...... Look! Abyssal Sea Serpent!"

On the endless horizon in the distance, a few ribbons of something popped out at some point. They are a dark gray darker than the canopy, swaying gently, and looking harmless to humans and animals. It was not until more recent waves that it appeared in the waves. Patchwork of gray scales rose silently, and wavy fin bands spread around the round torsos that grew to the side of their featureless, triangular noses. The appearance of the Abyssal Sea Serpent is earthy, and it is simply not worthy of the name of "Abyss" - if it weren't for the giant insect Night Shadow, they would only be a worm compared to them.

The serpents seemed sluggish, but that was the illusion of their size. Another snake emerged from the water, as if out of thin air, an island appeared, forcing Forty-Seven to make a detour to avoid it. Almost unwavering, the waves stirred up were completely disproportionate to its super body. In the blink of an eye, the sea serpent crossed him and reached out into the clouds. A very low infrasonic wave swung into Moriel's ears as it swung - not harsh or harmless. But the mage soon discovers that the sonic completely ignores her spell defenses - God willingly what will happen if the Krakens change their frequency bands.

"It's rare to see. The Abyssal Sea Serpent is courting!" said the succubus excitedly, "At no other time will they get together like this, and if they happen to meet, they will immediately fight you to the death, and there will be no one left." It was safest now, and nothing dared to risk disturbing so many abyssal sea snakes that could boil and decompose a few hundred miles within a radius with their howls. Let's go...... Four** people, please, can you be a little lighter when you enter the water?"

"I'd rather demolish ten temples than destroy a marriage - you don't understand me?"

Forty-seven lowered the height and dived downward. The whizzing propellers stopped turning, the blades folded back to form steel dorsal fins, the engine structure was adjusted for different media, and futuristic gunships began to prepare for deep-sea voyages. The armor enclosed the cabin, enveloping the passengers in a flickering red light of unknown significance.

"I think I'm on the verge of evolving into a six-faced beast...... Hmph, I don't like that traitor. ”

Morriel ignored him. An extremely strong sense of depression suddenly appeared, and the mana in the body suddenly surged as if it was out of control. She reacted almost subconsciously, to guide rather than suppress the inexplicable surging spiritual wave. Countless spells came out of my mind at the same time, a mess of things. The female mage must straighten them out immediately, or the chaotic clash of spells will have unpredictable results. She concentrated, peeled back the cocoon, and mobilized all her talents and learning—and the charms were rearranged. Flows in new combinations to unleash magical energy that has never been used before. It feels like a long time, but it's only a moment. Moriel's gaze crossed the ladder of sea serpents, over the lush jungle. Beyond the hazy sea under dark clouds, into the deepest depths of the saltwater swamp that no one can reach.

She saw a palace. The twisted, serpentine tower never submerged into the clouds, and more of it meandered under the dark water. Sea beasts such as giant sharks, benthic devilfish, king squid, and brutal slipperodontosaurs roamed among the ruins of countless ruined cities, making the wreckage of civilization their home and battlefield.

Morrill also saw that behind these scenes, two pairs of eyes—quiet, mad, cold, fiery, condensed, empty, shining, deep-seated—were also watching her.

The waves flooded forty-seven, and the female mage's gaze fell back to the curved steel inner wall. She had a flash of inspiration, as if she had enlightenment. The devil's machinations cannot be judged by common sense. Trying to deduce their goals is futile. Confusion is not only a fog that clouds the mind, but also a material for weaving tricks, and is essential for the demons themselves. The Demon Lord appreciates and encourages chaos. Plans without variables are intolerable, and the expected outcome is not acceptable in itself.

Demons are always convinced: any extraneous complication will turn things in a favorable direction.

The gauge shows a sharp increase in pressure.

They went into the deep sea.

After a brief tremor, Forty-Seven was fully accustomed to being a submarine. It looks like a steel hammerhead shark swimming leisurely. He reopened the armor that covered the portholes, allowing passengers to enjoy the absurd and bizarre bottomless ocean landscape. Turbine engines on the sides and at the tail trail trailed long trails of steam, and the aiming beams of the ship's weapons swept across the surrounding water, but otherwise it was not pitch black. Most of the light source is phosphorescent light made by plankton and algae, and tens of thousands of life forms come together to emit spiraling or blurred bands of light that dance like gently dancing silk. When the light is strong, the deep ocean is beautifully like a night sky filled with auroras—but the light disappears without warning, engulfed and cut off by some great ethereal dark matter, leaving behind a void even more eerie than the depths of the ocean. The sheer water pressure may be just the simplest danger of the Shadow Sea.

An invisible undercurrent grazed Forty-Seven, and Morriel immediately sensed something unusual.

"Looks like an old friend has come to visit us. ”

This time, Forty-Seven turned the gun before she could be alerted, igniting deadly energy.

"Boy, you just say hello to my mother? Look at the way you look - more and more you are getting more and more

The water waves oscillated, and an arrogant female voice with a little fire poured into everyone's ears. The sea swirls back and forth, changing its density and converging crystallization, condensing two points of deep blue light. The face of the water elemental princess appeared diagonally below them. Large clouds of black water like ink surged and spread. Weakening the range of forty-seven shines, but instead making her lip line more distinct.

"Aha. Knowing oneself in a foreign country always teaches people to be happy. What are you doing?" forty-seven heads were set in the bow of the ship, with eight red eyes, flashing alternately.

"Shut up, little idiot, I know what you're here for. Olidra's attitude is still bad: "If you say one more nonsense, I will immediately bombard you and get out, you want to see my family." ”

"Your Royal Highness, ...... you "The princess of the water element is actually the lover of the king of the deep sea?"

"Hmm. Olidra sensed the female mage's voice and reluctantly relented. "Mother, give you a reminder, stay away from that fox girl in Mecansut. Regardless of the male and female, it will not end well if you get involved with her. Don't be too confident, this is a bottomless abyss, and there are endless ghost tricks waiting for you. ”

"I really sympathize with Comrade Dagon. How many times a day does the grape trellis in their backyard be emptied?" Fortunately, the tin guy said this to the inside, avoiding the danger of Olidra going berserk.

The water elemental princess's expression rises and falls.

"Come on. For the sake of acquaintance, I'll take you to meet him, so that you don't have to do this and that to get some clouds and fog covers. Olidra disguised, her long hair brushing over forty-seven as she turned her head and dived deeper.

"Hurry up, boy. If you lose it, don't blame the old lady for not waiting for you...... Hi. Come here, don't go near those drifting black spots! it can even corrode the pure gold cleanly, do you want to be swept into it and turned into slag?"

Forty-seven carried his passengers along the whirlpool passage rolled up by Olidra, and it was much more convenient. Less than a minute. They were close to the bottom of the sea. When the water elemental that assisted in the teleportation dissipated, the first thing that caught everyone's eyes was a vast cloud that was stretching and boiling—from time to time there was a muffled rumbling sound like thunder in the depths of the thick clouds, accompanied by the light of the fire, stirring up a violent tornado and washing over the jagged and deformed mountains between the clouds.

As they cut through the shattered earth cut by mountain peaks and trenches, Olidra grew even greater, the black tide in a skirt that was distinct from the sea. Without her help, the flood storm that Guò would have been able to use full force to revitalize the noisy flood storm due to the volcanoes under the sea.

In the heart of a basin surrounded by mountains, ancient archdemons await them in the depths of the ruins of a city guarded by grotesque ancient buildings and terrifying statues that challenge the limits of sensory tolerance.

Like a nightmare that suddenly descended in the darkness, the slime-filled reflective body of the King of the Deep took over Moriel's mind at once. It's not about giving visitors a disadvantage. It's just that the crazy form of the Primordial Demon is far beyond the imagination of the viewer, and even Dagon himself can't hide it - the shape, the smell, the sound, and even the skin and tongue can feel the incredible filth seeping into every pore, every taste bud. Squeeze the brain, tear the nerves, suck the bone marrow. Evil dissolves into the blood and emits a foul smell,** rotting layer by layer from the inside out, the heart pounds against the chest as if to escape from fear, and the wet unknown liquid churns in the stomach, as if it is also a miniature sea of shadows, among which there is also a large gon sticking out of the tentacles with hooks and suction cups, climbing down the esophagus to the throat.

"It's a shame that this guy didn't participate in "Extreme Deep Cold". ”

The female mage had just gathered her soul on the verge of collapse, expelled the shadow of Dagon's body and mind, and recovered from the deep spiritual control, when she heard Forty-Seven comment.

"And how much are you going to give him an appearance fee?" Morriel broke out in cold sweat on his forehead. The blurted out grabbing white strangely calmed the mood.

The King of the Deep was like a hill with his head alone—every tooth in his mouth was as long as a sailing ship's mast. His skin was an ugly hue, and he seemed to be driven by Dagon's chaotic and transcendent mind, and it was creepy as if he had been wrapped in a nest of rats. Countless wriggling tentacles entrenched between the craters around him, stretching out of sight. But the effect of his appearance on Morriel was already small, and the barrier of the female mage's will withstood the greatest test to date.

It's been a long time since we've had a guest visit...... I would like to welcome it.

It was as if hundreds of individuals were speaking at the same time, converging into a wave of sound that shook the boat of the mind.

I know your intentions and I would like to help you. Hold on......

Dagon was silent for a moment. Magical waters flow around Forty-Seven. It seems to be searching and evaluating something.

Mage...... I need you to get out of the protection of steel and draw near to me. Then thou shalt receive my revelation...... Thou hast the power to wield knowledge. And the hearts of the Iron Man are too hard.

"Maybe you should try again, I don't have a firewall in place right now. "Forty-seven wasn't very happy.

"It doesn't matter. Morriel gripped his staff.

The next moment, she was standing in front of the King of the Deep. The staff's aura enveloped her, distorting the space and creating a powerful barrier that resembled bubbles.

Dagon flicked his tentacles, and the water lifted the mage until it was parallel to his cloudy, indifferent eyes. The tumor-like bulging pupils flickered with Moriel's deformed shadow. Immediately afterward, a torrent of fragments of knowledge poured into her mind like a river of broken banks—Morriel understood why Mecanshut said that Dagon might recognize her, and that the King of the Deep held secrets so deep that they could even affect the operation of the magic web—and that the forbidden knowledge that many spellcasters had obtained through prophecy spells was actually a drop in the ocean that Dagon's dreams had spilled out by chance.

Dagon showed a lot more than Morriel had expected, far more than a portal or a direction...... Vague, and uncertain. Countless centuries of accumulation, despite its near-unrivalled power, the demonic nature still doomed Dagon's collection to be impossible to keep in order. The conclusion from this is the matter of the female mage.

When he was done, Morrill bowed and returned to Forty-Seven's cockpit.

Bon voyage. I'm excited to witness that the multiverse will never be the same.

"Don't say hello and leave without saying a word, little bastard, you remember for me, you owe my mother a favor again!"

The Water Elemental Princess frowned and shouted at Tin Guy's tail flame