Chapter 207: The First Pioneers (Ten Thousand Words Long Chapter, Leader’s Extra Update)
In the treasure hall, after the colorful stained glass watched over by the expensive Mother God Statue, there lay an incredibly vast square that randomly housed a staggering amount of wealth that many could not hope to attain even in a lifetime.
Gold coins, piled tightly like mountains, sparkled to the point of blinding one’s eyes, while exquisite silk fabrics scattered on the ground like worthless rags. Further away, there were items flickering with strange lights, all relics that Blake had brought back from ruins or other places, but more relics came from the Storm Sea.
At this moment, a beautiful woman named Anna, wearing conservative Nali attire, was laboriously moving deeper into the treasure vault, her complexion extremely pale, like a fragile artwork on the verge of shattering, struggling to maintain her forward momentum.
Since entering through the portal earlier, she had felt very unwell, unsure if it was a side effect of the teleportation magic.
She suppressed a continuous feeling of nausea, slowly making her way deeper into the vault. A mark on the tip of her tongue was slightly warm, seemingly guiding her in a certain direction, steering her towards the death-dependable bell that controlled her life and freedom.
“Soon… soon I can…”
However, after taking only a step or two, she painfully crouched down, cold sweat dripping from her strikingly beautiful face.
Her whole body ached painfully, but with her resilient, yearning spirit for freedom, she dragged her body forward.
In her ears, everything that had passed floated into her mind like an illusion, as if countless people were speaking, or perhaps there were countless witnesses to her struggle against this pathetic cage.
“Leia sister, I… feel so terrible. I have contracted an infectious disease; you shouldn’t come into the room. I look very ugly right now.”
Those were the words from the most beautiful girl of her tribe, spoken through a small door, the infected girl telling herself with her sore-covered hands that if one day she must return home, Anna must fulfill this simple wish.
Limi, Hatulu, Skadali, Amashi.
Anna pressed her hand to her chest, ignoring the tall golden peaks beside her as if they were blocking her view, stepping over countless riches, one step at a time towards the front.
In the distance behind her, she could vaguely hear the roars of many monsters, but now she couldn’t afford to wait for Fisher and the others; she had to get to the bell first. She had teleported very close to that relic.
Around her, the ethereal conversation continued, and Anna even saw the girl Kachin looking at her from in front of the golden mountain, saying to her,
“Leia, let’s send out those bills, mix some water, and find Princess Elizabeth to help us.”
“I can’t see Elizabeth, but I might try to find Fisher Benavides, but Blake will definitely know about our little actions.”
“When the time comes, tell him it was my idea; he still needs you. As long as you can leave the Western Continent, we will all be free.”
Kachin.
The girl’s shadow suddenly disappeared, and Anna clutched her chest tightly, limping towards the back of the pile of gold.
I must… I must.
Anna thought to herself, raising her head to look ahead, and not far in front of her, above a pile of unknown relics, a small bell floated in mid-air.
The bell appeared to be made of bronze, with intricate patterns carved into it that seemed random, yet it also seemed to emit a faint, indescribable melody that someone was singing.
That was the death-dependable bell Anna was looking for!
She limped forward, but at that moment, Anna noticed an old man in a cloak also gasping for breath, sitting not far beneath the golden mountain. His wrinkled, aged face was drenched in sweat as he struggled to lift his gaze towards the equally pained Anna, his white hair appearing somewhat disheveled.
“You scoundrel, Blake.”
“Ah, Anna, I’ve known for a long time that you want to take your sisters and leave the Western Continent to return to your homeland, but your home has long been turned to scorched earth, where there are no relatives for you, only mines and slave farms, filled with corpses and bones. Even if you go back now, you cannot change anything.”
“You look just like the people from the Western Continent now, don’t you? I originally thought I would give half of my shares to you after leaving the Western Continent, and you would become the richest lady in Nali.”
Anna gritted her teeth, her beautiful face twisted with rage, as she held her hands tightly over her face but still looked at Blake through the gaps in her fingers.
“I don’t want it! I promised my sisters I would take them away from the Western Continent; even if I die, I want to die in my homeland. Do you know? I remember day and night which part of my body belongs to which sister just for today!”
Tears filled Anna’s eyes as her fingers traced down her face. Every spot she had touched was the most proud and beautiful part of a girl who had lived; their bodies and dignity were crushed and smashed by the pioneers, but Anna made their proudest parts bloom on her body.
“The nose is Limi’s, the cheeks are Hatulu’s… here, Amashi, this part is Skadali’s, this part is Kachin’s, and this part is Butulu’s.”
Anna pointed out each part accurately from top to bottom.
Yes, Anna’s entire body no longer belonged to her; she was made up of the parts of her deceased sisters.
Anna, made of the most beautiful parts of dozens of girls, how could she not be considered the most beautiful woman in the world?
“This is what you chose, isn’t it?”
Blake sighed, slowly standing up. His aged face still showed signs of not being in good condition but was much better compared to Anna, who was on the verge of collapse.
“It was you who saw your dying sisters, crying and pleading with me to place them on your body. You know, this test subject’s position was originally Kachina’s.”
“Yes! But I can’t forget why those sisters died! They believed in you! Believed you would treat them well! How did you treat them?!”
“They were just toys in your hands, stepping stones for your disgusting goals; I was the same!”
Anna no longer wanted to waste words with Blake; she staggered toward the bell ahead, and Blake moved at the same time, but his body trembled slightly, moving as slowly as an ordinary old man.
Clearly, like Anna, he was also affected by the aftermath of the spatial magic.
Anna rushed ahead, grabbing the bell in her hands; it swayed slightly as it was grasped, emitting a series of clear, beautiful chimes.
“Ding-a-ling~”
As the ringing sound passed, a sense of comfort spread from her fingers, and the old Blake, who could barely walk, let out a roar and became agile.
“No! Let go of that bell!”
The next moment, Anna suddenly smashed the bell to the ground.
Though made of metal, the bell did not shatter upon impact, but the surface spread with fine cracks. The melodious sound turned sharp and piercing, causing both Blake and Anna to feel maddening pain.
Blake’s action of moving through the air paused slightly, and he suddenly fell to the ground, holding his body in intense pain as if enduring the world’s harshest punishment and torture.
“Do you know what you’ve done?! Anna!”
Anna simultaneously felt the intense pain; blood began to flow from all seven orifices, but even so, she still raised her hand tightly, wanting to grab the bell again to smash it.
“Stop, Anna!”
At that moment, a silver weapon, whip-like, suddenly pulled the bell back before Anna could act. Surprised, she turned to see Fisher, who had shot forward unexpectedly, seizing the bell.
“Why?! Fisher, why do you want to stop me? I was so close!”
With blood streaming from seven orifices, Anna shouted fiercely at Fisher, her thirst for freedom pushing her close to madness. She didn’t even consider why smashing the bell caused her body to hurt; she thought of it only as a necessary trial to seek freedom.
Despite the pain, she attempted to crawl towards Fisher to snatch the bell back.
“Anna, smashing the bell won’t save you! That’s not a death-dependable bell at all; Blake has deceived you! Its effect is not to restrict your freedom but to stabilize the implanted parts within you!”
Fisher’s expression was cold as he gripped the bell that had already begun to shatter, relieved that the relic hadn’t been destroyed.
He had, with all his strength, managed to take the bell back before Anna could make this foolish move.
“Anna, you have always been free; this is just a lie Blake concocted to keep you by his side. As long as he has someone tap the bell instead of shaking it, your body will feel discomfort, making you mistakenly believe it can control you.”
“Wh-what?”
Crouched on the ground, Anna momentarily froze in disbelief, turning to look at Blake, who was sitting still, breathing heavily, quietly watching the disheveled Anna before him.
Watching the girl, who had been toyed with for so long and was finally awakened, Blake mocked her with a smirk, saying,
“You fool! Even if you destroy that bell, the one who perishes will only be you. How can you not understand after all this time? If that bell could truly control your life and death, how could you ever have the chance to betray me?”
Blake breathed heavily, slowly standing up. His hawk-like gaze swept across the few people before him; the bell had not shattered, and the impact he felt was not as severe as Anna’s. Additionally, because Anna had inadvertently shaken that bell earlier, Blake’s unstable condition had also stabilized considerably.
Jasmine supported the dazed Anna and led her to Fisher’s side, wiping the mixed blood and tears from Anna’s cheek with a touch of concern, allowing her to rest against the side.
Looking at Fisher holding the bell, Anna fell silent for a long while; it seemed this man had already deduced the condition of her body.
When did he find out? Anna didn’t care anymore; a feeling of gaining freedom mixed with emptiness surged in her heart, but at this moment, her body…
“Roar!”
“Behind seems… ah, so many monsters are coming!”
Xiatu turned her head to look toward the back of the golden mountain, where countless monsters suddenly surged from the hall under the watchful gaze of the Mother God. There were both human-worm hybrids and failed implanted products among them.
Fisher frowned; the bell was nearing destruction, and it would cause problems in battle if taken into combat, so he used his Fluid Sword to hook the small bell and placed it atop the rear golden mountain, making it unreachable.
“Fisher, I’ll go hold off those monsters behind!”
Looking at the tide of monsters behind her, Xiatu gritted her teeth, raised her hooves, and charged out. Jasmine couldn’t stop her; Fisher glanced at Xiatu and threw several relics he had raised with his Fluid Sword to her.
“Use these to defend yourself! Avoid direct confrontation; hide if you can!”
Xiatu raised a finger in acknowledgment but didn’t speak, as she had a bow and arrow clenched in her mouth while her hands fumbled through her backpack for something. After a long time, she suddenly pulled out several small vials.
“Let you see the power of the centaur!”
Xiatu moved swiftly, tossing the vials into the air, swiftly drawing her bow to shoot. Three to four arrows accurately hit the vials in mid-air, causing them to explode, releasing a torrent of purple dust that began to fall, forming a beautiful mist rain.
The dust acted like a giant wall, beautifully deadly; the moment the human-worm hybrids and monsters touched it, their skin began to rot and burst with blood.
While those monsters were attracted to her, Xiatu suddenly leaped into the midst of the monsters, waving the relics in her hands and sprinting toward the opposite side from Fisher and the others.
“Fools! This way! Go!”
The burning scent from the relics, the monsters’ roars, and the frantic sounds of the centaur girl mixed together; from this location, it seemed she truly drew the terrifying group of monsters away.
She aimed to run outside the treasure vault, luring those damned things into the cavern beyond; out there, they wouldn’t be able to catch up with her.
This way was good; even if the centaur girl didn’t engage in high-level play, she could still ensure her safety, allowing Fisher to handle Blake completely without distraction.
Meanwhile, Anna’s vision began to blur. She looked at her palm, where her originally fair and delicate hand had become a mass of complex afterimages. At this moment, her ears were filled with the relentless roars and cries of pain, as if they were a never-ending song.
Her body was extremely unstable at this moment; even she was aware of it.
She had been deceived all along; her desire for freedom was merely a source of mockery for Blake.
For years, the hellish life could be understood only by her and her sisters.
She could not return to the Southern Continent anymore.
Fisher and Jasmine faced off against Blake, while in the back, the suffering Anna was about to lose control of everything inside her.
Countless whispers, roars, and madness flooded into her mind; in one second, she felt she was Leia Lu, and the next second, she became Kachin, then someone else again.
“No, no, sisters.”
“I feel so terrible…”
“Sister, save me…”
Anna lowered her head, her mouth continuously uttering bizarre phrases, but those phrases sounded clear only to her.
The agony and torment before death repeated themselves on Anna a hundredfold, a thousandfold, forcing her into an endless loop of suffering that had lingered in her body from her sisters during this time, so overwhelming it could collapse a person’s sanity, leading them down a path of despair and death.
But Anna remained silent; she clutched her body tightly, her bloodshot eyes filled with deep-seated hatred directed at Blake in the distance, as if she wanted to peel his skin away and break his bones.
With this piercing unwillingness and resentment, Anna’s consciousness suddenly became much clearer in that moment.
Only this demon.
He must die!
With the last of her strength, Anna suppressed the madness within her body. She turned to look at the bell wobbling on the pile of gold; trembling, she reached out to scrape at the coins. As the coins began to fall, the bell atop the mountain of coins slowly slid into the pile below.
“Ding ding ding~”
A series of pleasant chimes rang out. Just as Fisher and Blake were about to act, they both turned to look in that direction. In Blake’s astonished gaze, the frail Anna clutched the small bell tightly in her hands.
“Anna!”
Although the bell’s destruction wouldn’t deal lethal damage to Blake now, he still needed the Child of the Sea, and after obtaining it, he would have to use the Soul Bell. Without the Soul Bell…
Realizing this, Blake acted swiftly, like a flash of lightning, roaring as he rushed toward Anna. But the whale folk girl Jasmine had already blocked his path, preventing his advance.
“Bang!”
The sound of their fierce clash rang out as Jasmine bit her lip, standing firm, watching Blake retreat.
“Child of the Sea!”
Meanwhile, Fisher readied his Fluid Sword, prepared to snatch the bell from Anna’s hands. At this moment, however, Anna suddenly turned back to face him.
Fisher could clearly see the pleading in her bloodshot eyes. Her beautiful face, tainted with blood, had turned pale to the extreme, and at the same time, her whole body trembled uncontrollably. Even her calves, hidden beneath her skirt, could no longer endure and began to bend backward. Her entire body resembled a machine on the brink of falling apart.
She had reached the limit of her endurance, and she could no longer return to the Southern Continent.
Watching her expression of pain and determination, the Fluid Sword in Fisher’s hand remained unmoved.
Ultimately, if he were to take that bell from her hands, would it be a release or torment for Anna?
Fisher could not judge, nor did he have the right to judge; he could only follow Anna’s wishes.
She needed release.
“Fisher.”
As Fisher gently placed the Fluid Sword down, Anna cast a grateful glance at him, her gaze calm yet tinged with a slight hope. Her trembling, soft voice followed,
“There are my sisters’ ashes in the cemetery; take them home for me.”
After saying this, Anna bit down hard and threw the nearly broken bell to the ground.
“Thud!”
At the moment the relic shattered, a piercing sound echoed as if it came from deep within the soul, as if it would pierce the souls of everyone present. A circular wave of illusory energy erupted, uncontrollably sending all surrounding individuals flying out.
Although Fisher and Jasmine were close, they had not experienced the process of incorporalization, so they only felt a slight headache and a continuous ringing in their ears. But Blake was not so lucky.
“Ahhhhh!”
Blake was sent far away, rolling several times on the ground before collapsing. He clutched his body in pain, blood starting to seep from between his brows. A tremendous torment descended upon him,
“Anna! Do you know what you’ve done?! No!”
Blake’s frantic roar was already unheard by Anna. She initially thought she would suffer immense pain after the bell shattered, but at this moment, her senses seemed entirely detached from her body, as if she had never experienced pain or suffering at all.
Surrounded by darkness, Anna—no, Leia Lu—stood quietly in this pitch-black space. Her appearance no longer bore that breathtaking beauty; instead, she transformed into a fair-skinned girl with wheat-colored skin. The only thing that remained the same was her pair of beautiful, lively eyes.
She wore a grass skirt from her tribe, and a fragrant flower adorned her long, dark hair—her tribe’s headpiece.
There were no pearls, no diamonds, no gold, no beautiful dresses or seductive perfumes; only the fresh southern continent monsoon breeze blowing in from the sea.
The surroundings were enveloped in darkness. Leia Lu lowered her head to look at her hands, which were once hers. After a long silence, an overwhelming sense of loneliness and loss surged in her heart, threatening to swallow her whole.
“Leia, sister.”
“Leia…”
“Lady Leia.”
As she felt this deep loss, countless voices, somewhat strange from being separated for so long, began to resonate from the surrounding darkness.
Leia looked up in surprise, only to find that her sisters—whom she had yearned for—stood around her. They, like her, wore the simple clothes from when they left the Southern Continent, their faces adorned with serene and content smiles, gazing directly at her.
Their faces bore no forced makeup from the Western Continent, nor did they have the scars of beating and humiliation on their bodies. Their eyes were filled with the wildness and freedom of the Southern Continent.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that in the end… I still didn’t bring you all home.”
Looking at her sisters’ quiet gazes, Leia knelt down with immense guilt, hot tears streaming down her cheeks. She didn’t even dare to look up at her sisters, as if doing so would awaken the memories of their deaths before her.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
In her overwhelming guilt, warm hands kindly grasped her shoulders and arms, soothing her sorrow.
Their breaths, their warmth were transmitted to Leia without barriers, lifting her tear-stained face. All her sisters squatted beside her with smiles, tightly embracing her body as if they were still alive beside her.
“It’s alright, Leia, as long as we can meet now, and you’re still with us, we’re already very content.”
“Exactly! And our surname proves that there is a beautiful Lu tribe at the southern end of the continent across the ocean. That was once our beautiful home.”
“As long as we are together, one day we will return—back to the sanctuary under the ancient Dragon Court’s wings, back to the boundless wilderness, back to our family’s embrace.”
Leia, feeling worn out, leaned into her sisters’ warm whispers as her consciousness gradually blurred.
“Hmm!”
She had done so much, traveled so long, and had hoped for so long, perhaps just for this day?
Now, she felt somewhat fatigued, yet she genuinely yearned for the day when she could truly return to the Southern Continent and fall into eternal slumber with her sisters.
As long as she could return, no matter what it took.
As long as she could return, to her homeland, back to the Southern Continent.
Holding this intense wish, in reality, as the bell shattered suddenly, the suppressed anger and resentment that had lain dormant within the deceased Anna finally erupted.
A wave of extreme terror that Fisher had felt from the moment he first met Anna began to slowly unfold.
“Hiss.”
“Ugh.”
In the pile of coins where Anna had collapsed, massive limbs began to expand, resembling flesh, growing wildly with traits of humans or other biological entities. An awful, repulsive stench surged up, carrying a tidal wave of coins toward Fisher!
“Clang!”
“Jasmine!”
Fisher just wanted to reach for Jasmine beside him, but the floor had already been crushed by the monster that had grown from Anna. The fragmented ground tilted under the terrifying weight, causing Fisher to stumble backward several meters away from Jasmine.
After a terrifying fifteen seconds, the grotesque growth finally came to an abrupt halt. At this moment, the monstrous being that reappeared before Fisher and the others was nearly forty meters long.
The huge monster shoved the piles of coins back, making the entire treasury hall exceedingly cramped.
This monster emitted a nauseating odor, with arms and female eyes extending from its skin, quickly covering its entire body.
The moment this creature appeared in the treasury, Fisher’s magical circuits lit up entirely as if his soul had suffered a heavy blow.
“Yin.”
In Fisher’s view, dozens of human souls were twisted together on the monster. After years of dormancy, they had grown to a terrifying extent. Just one glance was enough to make one’s scalp tingle, the splitting of souls illustrating its true meaning and horror in that instant.
“Return.”
However, the monster did not seem to have any desire to attack Fisher or Blake. This being, with its terrifying powers, simply stood there, looking blankly in one direction within the cavern. Countless human mouths with red lips opened simultaneously, mumbling a mix of the indigenous dialect of the Southern Continent and Nali language.
That voice, filled with a nauseating stench, resonated in the cavern like an infinite echo, ringing deep in the soul,
“Home. Home. Home.”
The next moment, it seemed to find its direction. The massive body suddenly leaped, and in mid-air, its horrific flesh arms effortlessly drilled through the stone wall above.
It twisted and turned in mid-air like a gigantic worm, attempting to drill open a massive hole leading to the surface!
“Home. Home.”
The monster called out dully, its cry resembling an infant’s wail yet also like a noble feminine singer’s voice, simply repeating the wishes of the Southern Continent’s lost souls longing for home.
It wanted to go home.
“Rumble!”
The entire underground cavern shook as if an earthquake had struck. Countless precious coins fell through the broken ground into the deep underground rivers, and amidst the chaos, Fisher gritted his teeth as he saw Jasmine crouched on the ground, afraid to move. He managed to run over and protect her beneath him.
Numerous boulders fell, with many crashing down beside Fisher, and a few hitting him, yet he gritted his teeth and didn’t move.
“Buzz!”
The monster’s movements were frighteningly swift, continuously burrowing upward through the rock layers. After several minutes of writhing, it finally broke through the surface in the direction it had defined.
“Home! Home! Home!”
The forty-meter-long, flesh monster suddenly emerged from Klein Mountain.
It stood upright, its terrifying and pressuring form towering like a giant, overlooking the entire Saint Nali. All the inhabitants of Saint Nali could simply look up and see that monstrous figure roaring at the heavens in the distant sky.
“Home!”
It gazed at the ocean near Saint Nali City, suddenly crouching down before moving along the Klein Mountains, preparing to head south, directly crossing through Saint Nali City and into the ocean!
Meanwhile, Fisher and Jasmine, still within the treasury, finally felt the terrifying tremors fade away. Fisher painfully pulled himself away from Jasmine. His white shirt was covered in dust from stones and dirt, evidence of how many rocks he had shielded her from.
“Fisher! I-I’ll heal you.”
Seeing Fisher in pain, Jasmine hastily reached out. Pure life energy flowed from her fingertips into Fisher’s body, and his complexion finally began to normalize.
“Click.”
“Who?”
At that moment, in the now quiet treasury, a faint sound of footsteps could be heard. Jasmine’s ears perked up, and she suddenly pointed her finger toward the other side. The black water in her eyes twirled slightly as she began to draw upon the life force of the arriving entity using the curse of the Whale Folk.
From the air, a pale blue life force was quickly extracted, and Jasmine’s eyes narrowed, frightened, as she quickly withdrew her finger.
“How… How could this be?”
Jasmine’s hands trembled uncontrollably as she incredulously looked up at what lay ahead.
There stood the expressionless old man, Blake, propping himself up against a large falling boulder, staring straight at Jasmine.
Countless stones continued to fall from above, but when they landed on him, they were deflected by a pale blue protective force that also repeatedly repelled Fisher’s Fluid Sword.
This time, Jasmine got close enough to finally recognize what it was.
“That’s Auntie’s blessing!”
“Cough!”
Fisher gently coughed and regained his senses. He hurriedly sat up and saw Jasmine staring in disbelief at the distance where Blake stood.
“Jas—”
At that moment, Blake had somehow lifted a giant sword-shaped relic in his left hand. The sword’s blade showed signs of rust, indicating it hadn’t been used in a long time.
At the same time, he held an old-style short-barreled flintlock pistol in his right hand, his thumb pushing it into readiness.
Fisher, being Nali, knew there was a statue erected at the port of Saint Nali specially commemorating Blake for his heroic exploits representing Nali in numerous explorations returning with bountiful results. The statue depicted a young Blake wielding a giant sword and raising a pistol.
He smiled as he pointed the weapon toward the sea; this statue symbolized his unyielding pursuit and exploration of the unknown ocean.
And at this moment, the man was appearing again before them.
“The Soul Bell has been destroyed; even if I catch the Child of the Sea, it would be useless now.”
“Why do you have Auntie’s blessing?! What have you done to her?! Tell me! What did you do to her?!”
Looking at Fisher and Jasmine in front of him, Blake did not respond. His expression was calm as he looked up at the deep hole drilled through by that giant monster.
The hundreds of meters-long cave had directly connected the underground to the surface. From this angle, they could see that the circular opening was perfectly aligned, revealing the high-rising sun.
After seeing the sun, Blake finally smiled slightly and lowered his gaze to Fisher and Jasmine once more.
“Don’t panic; this is the end. Even Muxi has quieted down. Although even if you ignore me and leave now, I will die soon, but I believe you wouldn’t do that, would you?”
In the next moment, Blake stood the giant sword in front of him, then gently tugged at the cloak on his body and pulled it down.
The cloak fluttered in the wind as Blake took a deep breath, revealing his skin beneath the cloak.
Upon his robust muscles, there were patches of soft skin scattered around, distinctly not belonging to him, resembling that of a woman.
And at the position of his heart, a beautiful face, peacefully sleeping, was embedded in his chest—none other than the long-deceased Muxi.
Behind him, a massive black whale tail, larger than Jasmine’s, broke free from its binding and stretched out, sending an eerie tide of air carried by the cavern’s cold wind.
Blake took a deep breath, slightly bent down as his body bulged anew, and layers of faint blue light shimmered across various parts of his body. Simultaneously, arcs of blue lightning crackled behind him, as if a storm of the ocean had erupted.
Whale Folk blessing, [Iron Wall].
Whale Folk curse, [Storm].
“No, no, no, Auntie!”
Jasmine’s pupils abruptly constricted. She looked at the lifeless relative embedded in his skin, nearly collapsing to the ground, her gaze shattered, continuously pouring layers of illusory black water.
“No, you should die. You should die. You should die.”
As her dazed voice rang out, deep in the Southern Ocean, the companion sea creature known as Xianghun also roared in empathy; terrifying shockwaves erupted within the ocean as if they intended to unleash massive waves that could engulf everything.
“I curse you! You life-despising demon! I curse you! I curse your soul to be torn apart and crushed by darkness and sea beasts; I curse your life to be ground to dust by everything in this world! I curse you!”
Jasmine’s eyes had completely turned black. The Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans in Fisher’s arms flared as if burning. A terrifying sense of devouring erupted from Jasmine, making Fisher feel as if he were waiting for a tsunami that could obliterate him at any moment.
Fisher was also taken aback by Blake’s horrifying state. Such a sense of life passing and desecration even stirred raw anger within him.
But facing Jasmine, who now resembled a terrifying ocean, Blake stood there unmoving, merciless like a bloodthirsty machine.
No need for regret, no need to retreat, no need to tremble.
“I am.”
Blake’s powerful muscles bulged with visible veins. He firmly gripped the giant sword before him, lifting it effortlessly, aimed at Fisher and Jasmine, then roared,
“The Original Pioneer!”
“Boom!”
In the roar’s oppressive force, Muxi’s storm became increasingly frantic. The blue currents continued to condense, seeming almost corporeal, pointing toward Fisher and Jasmine.
Blake and Muxi, Fisher and Jasmine.
This was a battle between two pairs of humans and Whale Folk.
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