87_87643Forty-Seven has seen many wonders of nature, from the planetary world covered with boiling lava to the gaseous giant planet with another small galaxy hidden inside - but the "sea within the sea" in front of him still feels quite new to him.

The canoe weaves its way through the darkness. With the faint light of glowing moss on the cave walls, waterfall-like rapids can be seen cascading down from the top of the cave, stirring up thunderous sounds and large white waves. Incredibly, despite the fact that day after day the sea flowed, and forty-seven was certain that they must now be below sea level, and perhaps beneath the seabed—some unknown reason prevented the water from filling the underground caverns of Deep Stream, and the waters beneath the sea only submerged the lower half of the cavern, creating a dark water in a wonderful dynamic equilibrium between the two forms of lake and harbor.

Aside from Fang, who led the way, and the two oarsmen, there were only Moriel and Forty-Seven.

The mage stroked the obsidian ring on her tail finger, her half-closed eyes swaying slightly in the turbulent currents along with the wooden boat. The surrounding environment was sketched out in her mind little by little, from vague to clear......

The next fork in the road should be there after turning left. An omen that came out of thin air flashed through Moriel's mind like a bolt of lightning that tore through the night sky.

This innate sixth sense has recently become more acute as her mage level has increased, and in addition to the fact that Kyro is still nowhere to be seen, Morriel has even had a premonition that O'Sullivan must be somewhere in the dungeon ahead...... Although she still doesn't know why O'Sullivan, who only has family and wax in her eyes, would be loyal to Ciric, she has solved the interference from the dark sun. At least bring the Misty Lady to the surface - hopefully.

"We'll be there soon, Miss Moriel. ”

The female mage opened her eyes and bowed her head slightly against her fangs.

"Thank you, Mr. Fang. Once we're in Skull Harbor, you'll be able to tell your people to go get Carney for their goods. ”

The canoe turns through a row of dogtooth-like stalactites in the darkness and enters a narrow, straight waterway. It must have been carved by hand, because the low walls of the cave are full of axe marks.

As we approached the entrance to the cave, the boat stopped. Fangs reached out and took a dull stone from his bosom and shook it in the air a few times, making it difficult to even see the swing of his arm in such an environment. Forty-seven, however, could see the stone move in a very bright trajectory - probably because his vision was much larger than that of a human eye.

It wasn't until the same light flashed in the darkness on the other side that the sailor began to paddle silently.

"Red-eyed boy, what are you *** looking at?" greeted them ashore by an old dwarf - but not an ordinary old dwarf. He was taller and thinner than the average dwarf, with only one leg, a gray beard with a hint of blood, as did his filthy nails and gray baldness. An iron cane with a very unique structure supports his broken leg and plays a role in helping to walk, and in terms of weight and shape, it can fully serve as a murder weapon.

"Beware that I pluck out your red eyes and sell them at the market!" the old dwarf spewed a sulfurous stench and a pair of cloudy yellow eyes burst with a fierce light: "Are you laughing at me for having only one leg? I don't even need crutches to put you down, a white knife in and a red knife out!"

"Calm down, old Inke. Your skill at disemboweling is unmatched......" Fangfang looked respectful of the old dwarf, and he said a little nervously, "But you also have to see clearly, he is just a construct, how can a constructor laugh at you?"

Hearing this, Inke looked at it carefully for a while.

"Construct body? Hmph, really. He glanced at the dark water: "This *** ghost weather." The water temperature drops, and the fish don't glow anymore. When even the underground sea is frozen, the fun will be great......"

The old dwarf turned to lead the way: "Hurry up! I really don't want to stay in this kind of dark place for a minute!"

Morrill smiled. A dwarf of purgatory-blooded ancestry said he didn't want to stay in the dark...... Forty-seven did not have a seizure. Either they remembered the blood axe, or they were "taking care of the big picture".

Shapeshifter, no. It was Viscount Ferdinand, who had been using Guò to escape possible surveillance from the moment he got into the carriage, and had changed his costume three times in three secret houses before he put on the mask necessary to attend the meetings of the Church of Ciric, and Ferdinand cursed his predecessor's cumbersome schedule while struggling to his life. Until he finally arrived at the secret guild somewhere in Skull Harbor, he didn't even have time to leave a mark for his master.

"Good work, sir. Hey...... You must have been tossed by the red-robed woman these days. ”

Ferdinand searched his memory for the owner of this sweet and greasy voice, called Noire Horn. It was the highest-ranking priest in Deep Streams, Priest Ciric, "Hey, be careful, Lord Blackhorn. Do you want to make my identity known to the world?"

Don't look around, there is no one around except for the two of them, but from memory, this is a pretty standard answer. The real Viscount Ferdinand has always worked hard to disguise his identity - even to the point of being a little neurotic.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cliff. "The black corner uses the fee

Pseudonyms open within the church: "Please, our young master of ceremonies is already waiting." ”

Ferdinand nodded, calmly. He wasn't worried about being seen as flawed, in fact, the complicated magic checks had already been done before he came here, if it weren't for the red-robed mage who was afraid of the red-robed mage who could decide his life and death in a single thought, even the viscount's charming wife would only have to wait until she gave birth to a small shapeshifter to find out the problem......

Pity. For a moment Ferdinand felt great resentment and anguish - but he dispelled it before he could come out. After all, no matter where they are, shapeshifters are also spies and spies.

Ferdinand's confidence was shaken as he stepped into the venue.

He had never seen such a scene in the memory of a real viscount. A large and unremarkable house, not even a water altar burning with the Dark Sun Rune. The high-ranking cultists who had already arrived gathered in a circle, holding hands - leaving only two gaps for Blackhorn and Ferdinand.

"Oh, Mr. Cliff. O'Sullivan is still dressed in black, and his eyes are as black as a bottomless pool: "You have worked hard." ”

"It's ......," Ferdinand said aptly. He could be sure that the real Ferdinand wouldn't know what was going on, and these days, under the pretext of a trade dispute, the shapeshifter had almost digested the memory of the viscount under Moriel's guidance: "What are we going to do?"

"We are going to do something unprecedented, to unite our hearts and minds to call on our Lord and listen to the oracle of the eternal dark sun!" Black Horn explained in place of O'Sullivan, his expression was rather crazy: "Now those bedbugs in the sun above seem to be crazy to suppress our Dark Sun Church." Especially the capricious red-robed mage, to survive this predicament, we must do our best to achieve the will of our lord, as long as we win the praise of the eternal dark sun, any red robe, any morning light is just a group of clowns jumping off the beam!"

"That's right. O'Sullivan took over.

Although he must have explained it to the first believers, it was either for emphasis or for cheering. O'Sullivan, who was already vaguely the de facto leader of the Deepriver City Shirek Church, patiently explained: "Those who try to stop the eternal dark sun can only be in vain...... Mr. Cliff, I have good news for you, for I have a preliminary grasp of the movements of the girl my Lord is seeking. ”

"Really?!" Whether it's out of disguise or real emotion, the shapeshifters can't hide their joy.

If this news could be reported to the cold beauty master, she would surely reward herself—she seemed to reward and punish more clearly than the female Confucian: "Praise my lord!"

"Praise my Lord. O'Sullivan nodded with satisfaction: "So today I rashly decided to hold such a ceremony that has never been held in the sect, not to report our insignificant achievements to my lord." Rather, we hope that the eternal dark sun will give us clear guidance. After all, under the frenzied attack of the enemy, if we want to further grasp the initiative, we cannot do it with our own strength. ”

Himself going to participate in this oracle ritual?The shapeshifter shuddered from the depths of his soul.

"What are you waiting for. Mr. Cliff?" The Black Horn stepped in***: "Are you questioning?

Looking out from the house of the old dwarf Ink, Skull Harbor was deserted. The black water meanders through the gaps between the rock walls, and I don't know where it came from or where it's going.

The entire Skull Harbor is a labyrinthine cavern soaked in water - the inhabitants of this area either live in hidden caves or build rudimentary houses on slightly leveler grounds. Some dim light peeks through holes that can barely be called windows, and more are hidden in the darkness. And beneath this surface, how many secret passageways like the aqueduct they came into. No one knows.

"Hmph, woman, get out of the window!Do you want the whole world to know that there's a silly chick in a red dress in my house?" Inke sat on the erect stone bed, holding his cane sideways in front of him, so that if someone suddenly attacked, he could immediately copy it up and give it to his opponent: "What the hell is going on? A stupid girl like you can be the head of Deep Flowing City in the Red Robe Mage Society?"

Forty-seven grinned, and was immediately refuted mercilessly by Inke: "Laugh at the fart, do you know what happiness is, you iron brain, don't you turn around! Look, the guinea pigs are all baked by you!"

If someone in the know saw such a scene, he might have thought that this old dwarf who was missing a leg was the king of the gods—otherwise how dare he scold the two men in front of him like this?

And neither Morriel nor Forty-Seven was angry.

"I've dealt with a dwarf before...... Grumpy like a nuclear bomb of critical mass. Are all dwarves like that?"

Although Inke didn't know what a nuclear bomb was, and he couldn't even understand the pronunciation of the word forty-seven, in order to verify the comment "irritable," he really burst into a rage: "Fart! What a dwarf! See, Lao Tzu is a gray dwarf! Did your mistress forget to give you eyes? Except for the gray dwarf, the inferior dwarves are not worthy of being called dwarves at all! They are just a bunch of long-bearded Confucians!"

Although the Bloodaxe never took care of itself...... But overall, he's actually pretty good.

Morrill thought. One

The film moved a little, but it didn't make a difference at all. There is no mental perception and secretly peeping at her, not to mention, the "undetectable cloak" on the ground today is Carney's baby. The location of the shapeshifters is still vague, and the Shirek cultists must have used various means to isolate detection magic to prevent others from detecting them, and now they can only wait for the shapeshifters to contact them...... But given the creature's usual nature, it's a matter of whether it will be so risky.

After taking his mind off the business a little, Morriel realized that Forty-Seven was actually quite nostalgic. Not to mention that this old dwarf with a bit of purgatory blood is missing a leg, even if his father is a Barlow Flame Demon, he can never be a match for Forty-Seven - but Forty-Seven does not kill anyone, and rarely even fights back - of course, this may be because the old dwarf has a very strong voice.

If it weren't for the bloody axe, that damn mission. Forty-seven is also just an ordinary construct...... Morriel thought of the Future Stone for no reason, so is he still living in Rain City like this old dwarf who has hidden here?

Maybe, maybe not, who knows.

Morriel suddenly looked stunned, as if he had woken up from a dream.

"Found them!"

Morrill interrupted Forty-Seven and Inke about whether or not they wanted to be cooks aboard the Hermit Crab, and began to open any door—and after a flash of light, old Inc was the only one left in the room.

"A grey dwarf going to be a ship cook?" Inck snorted disdainfully.

The shapeshifter who plays Viscount Ferdinand lets go of his hand. It sweats profusely like everyone else. But it's not pretending.

The shapeshifter uses its natural psychic abilities to mimic the mentality of the Shirek cult in an all-out way, so as not to be seen in half-asleep prayers. It did as much as it could, after all, it was a mystical ritual made up of Hirek high-ranking cultists seeking the guidance of the murder god Cirek!

However, the shapeshifters don't think it's showing any flaws.

There was no need to open its heart as it feared throughout the ritual, in which case it would have been as invisible as it had been when it had spoken to the red-robed mage. The Sherics were merely trying to communicate with their mad god with their minds, and this was unexpectedly reciprocated - in the process, the shapeshifters distorted its thinking, and managed to feel the senseless noise of the storm that nearly drove it insane.

But the shapeshifters survived. He thought proudly. He has taken another step forward in thinking imitation, and can almost catch up with the oldest, most cunning, and even legendary old shapeshifters who can lurk in human society for a lifetime without being detected.

But then the shapeshifters realized that something was wrong.

Because besides him. There was an incredible ecstasy in all the cultists, and it was a joy that he could not imitate, for it was not just a change of heart and demeanor, but an incredible form of a materialized force that filled their flesh - and O'Sullivan was the only one of them who had no expression, and he was looking at the shapeshifter at this time. His eyes have completely lost their human appearance, and they have completely become two bottomless wells, as long as they look at him. You feel as if you're going to be sucked into it and fall into another world.

"Ferdinand......" O'Sullivan did not have a pseudonym to call a viscount, nor did he have an honorific title: "Under the light of the eternal dark sun...... Every soul that is faithful to my Lord has been blessed by Him. And you...... I can't believe that Ferdinand was a man who didn't believe in my lord. Who are you?"

Hearing his question, everyone turned to the shapeshifters. Their eyes were full of a deep glow, like a black ***.

"I ......"

"Who the hell are you?!"

Not accepting the excuse, the priest Black Horn beside the shapeshifter was already screaming and grabbing its arm—the destructive force poured into the shapeshifter's body like a thousand sledgehammers.

The "Severe Injury Technique" defeated the shapeshifter in an instant, and it twisted and collapsed to the ground, its features oozing blood and dying.

Originally, the shapeshifter hadn't planned to contact the red-robed mage on the way to meet with the Ciric, because that would be too risky—but now he couldn't care about that, and even if it didn't do anything now, it would be dead.

"No wonder! shapeshifter?" Blackhorn looked at the strange monster that had collapsed on the ground and appeared in its original form, and was horrified.

"Get out of here now!" O'Sullivan commanded with a calm face, "Our Lord has endowed us with great power beyond the limits of the current mist's absorption capacity, and now, whoever can be the first to find that girl and kill her, the gift of the Eternal Dark Sun will reside on him forever!"

"Why are you leaving?" exclaimed one of the Shireks, "with such great power, what else in the Deep Stream can stand in our way, and if the enemy dares to come, they will be the first sacrifices we have offered to the Eternal Dark Sun after the metamorphosis......

One of the walls in the auditorium collapsed.

Forty-seven doesn't have the discomfort of space transfer. He kicked the dirt and rocks that were in the way, and "Metamorphosis?