Lord of the Deep Sea

Cursing, complaining, screaming, begging for mercy, all kinds of sounds mixed together to form a deafening music.

The modified mechanical lights cast a hazy light, further arousing people's inner desires.

The gambling table was full of crazy gamblers. The drunkard led his opponent to the second floor of the casino.

The people here are drinking. The men surrounding in the middle raised their heads and stared at the drunkard with fierce eyes.

"Old Joseph, you still owe me twelve rupees, why don't you hide from me today?"

The drunkard apologized quickly with a smile: "How dare I owe you money? I'm just short of money. A little brother of mine wants to go to the sea to make some extra money. You are the only one who has the ability to avoid the eyes of the Siren and accomplish this. Please help me, Boss Jones."

“So that’s why.”

Jones snorted and looked at the person behind him. Although the other person was wearing a hooded cape, he still didn't care. There were countless people who wanted to do things that were not allowed to be seen in public. Maybe going to sea was just an excuse.

"You've found the right place. I can send you to the sea. If you can get something back, pearls and gems will be enough for you to enjoy for a long time. But old Joseph still owes me money, and my men have to eat, too. This is really a dilemma."

The crowd drinking with Jones was in a commotion, looking at the two men recklessly. Old Joseph, sweat dripping down his face, nodded and said, "You are right, I am wrong. But this time I am really here to pay you back. Although I have no money, my little brother has plenty of money."

"oh?"

Jones looked at the hooded man with interest. Such secretive characters were usually the ones who were generous. He licked his lips and smiled, "No problem. As long as you pay back the twelve Labours for him, we can discuss the rest. If you're willing to give this to me, I can also give you something to save your life."

The hooded man said calmly, "It's no problem to pay back the money. I just want to know one thing, are you familiar with the way out to avoid detection?"

Jones seemed to have heard something funny and laughed out loud: "I make a living from this. Go out and ask around, even the washerwomen in the city know my reputation. Except for me, no one can escape those long tails and send you out of the Siren City."

“That’s great.”

The hooded man smiled brilliantly and approached the opponent like lightning. Before anyone could see his movements, his right hand had already grasped the opponent's neck. The series of movements were smooth and flowing.

The guards and traps that Jones had hired at great expense finally came in handy. The necklace around his neck flashed, and a soft shield popped out, knocking the opponent away. At the same time, the guards who had been drinking rushed over and pulled out the pistols they carried with them.

The roars of beasts and bullets intersected. Under the joint attack of everyone, the hoodoos had to retreat temporarily. Jones covered his neck and shouted angrily: "Kill him! No, stay, I will chop off his hands and feed them to the dogs!"

At the critical moment, the cloaked man bent his waist in an incredibly flexible arc, avoiding the blood blade trap that was stabbing at him. The spore blade that emerged from the void cut his throat. The world tree trembled slightly, injecting an extremely subtle force into the blade.

The Bloodline members wanted to hide, but something even more incredible happened. The opponent's movements seemed random, but they happened to block their escape route. Jones stared in astonishment as the Bloodline member he hired for a large sum of money voluntarily put his neck under the opponent's blade, with a look of abrupt mockery and confusion on his face.

What is going on?

He wanted to kick up the pigs lying on the ground and ask them why he paid so much money to hire such a bunch of garbage! ?

Blood splashed on the face covered by the cloak, and it was red and hot. The man smiled at Jones lightly, and at this moment he was like a ghost, and Jones' legs trembled.

A few minutes later.

Two figures appeared outside the Siren City and walked out along a very hidden path.

Jones walked in front, leading the way and flattering: "This is a path we have opened privately, which can bypass the port and go directly to the sea. I have several ships moored there. You can ask for anything you want. Just consider it as my honor to you."

"Do sirens usually come here?"

"Of course not. Otherwise, why would we choose such a remote and rugged place? It's to prevent the Sirens from patrolling. The ground here is full of stones, and they will hurt their tails if they are not careful. Sirens care most about their appearance, so we entrusted this place to others to patrol."

As for how to make those people give in, it was not a difficult problem for Jones.

They walked to a cliff. Jones took out a key from his pocket and twisted it three times in the air. With the harsh sound of gears rubbing, a hole appeared in the cliff in front of them, just big enough for them to drill in.

Coming out from the other side of the cave, what appeared in front of us was a rugged path covered with gravel, winding towards the sea in the distance.

"We opened this road on purpose. It's very hidden."

"It looks like the missing Siren took this route."

Jones was so scared that he stumbled. "A missing siren? What are you talking about? I have never heard of such a thing."

Mason ignored his surprise and bent down to pick up a small piece of broken scale that had been rubbed off by a rock and fell in a hidden place.

"What you should worry about now is not whether there are missing sirens, but who else knows this path besides you. Just like you said, the sirens don't know this path. At least the ordinary sirens don't know it. Most of the missing sirens are ordinary people, and the highest-ranking among them is the maid of the master of the house, who doesn't know the internal affairs. So who told them that there is a path that leads directly to the sea here?"

Jones shuddered and turned pale.

"It's not me, it's not me! I just want to make some money, I didn't think of harming the Siren!"

If anyone knew about this, he would definitely be killed by the Sirens. At this moment, Jones was filled with murderous intent. But thinking of the boy's previous battle, he chose to give up.

"Don't talk nonsense, who else knows this road?"

"Only a few of us founders knew that opening this road required specific permissions. Several other old brothers have retired and live on dividends every year. I am the only one who still runs the casino."

"That means there is a traitor among you. Take me to see the others."

Jones swallowed his saliva, not daring to resist Mason's decision. He took Mason to the nearest brother's house, but there was no guard outside the door.

Jones immediately had a bad feeling. He knew his brothers best. They were all afraid of death like him. How could they not hire guards? The only answer was that something happened to them.

As soon as they opened the door, they smelled an indescribable stench. The floor and walls were stained red with blood, emitting a strong smell of decay. Jones looked into the room and his face turned pale.

"Dead, he's dead!"

The owner of the house collapsed miserably in the middle of the room, leaving only an overly clean skeleton. Mason said coldly, "Stop making noise."

He walked into the room and examined the body. The man had been dead for about two days. Without turning his head, Mason asked, "You haven't contacted them during this time?"

"We don't keep in touch unless necessary. After all, given our status, it's normal for the other party to have bad intentions and rob us. Even if we were brothers in the past, we can't trust them."

"Go check on the others."

As expected, the second person died in the basement of his house two days ago. The third person's body was in the trash can behind the pub he often went to. The fourth person was cut into two pieces. Mason only found his remains, and his flesh and blood were still very fresh.

Looking at the bodies of his old brothers, Jones' scalp tingled. The breath of death was so close that it almost made him unable to breathe. Mason looked at him with a scrutinizing look in his eyes: "Tell me about your recent itinerary."

Jones swallowed his saliva. "I woke up in the morning, left the Red Rose Dance Theatre, ate dinner, and then went to the casino for a walk. I packed up some ragged goods that I had no money for. I went to the downtown area to buy some things in the morning..."

"Did you go downtown yesterday?"

"Yes, I went there yesterday morning. But I ran into the guards who came to investigate, so I ran away. What a bad luck!"

"......"

Mason seemed to know how the killer found him. This was really an unexpected disaster.

Seeing that he had remained silent, Jones asked cautiously, "Sir, is there any problem?"

"Nothing, you are really lucky."

Seeing Jones's confused face, Mason didn't intend to continue explaining, and said, "Now I can confirm one thing, that route was indeed leaked by your good brothers, and it brought them death. This route is your way to make money, and it takes a lot of effort to convince so many people to agree, and it's not necessary. The most likely possibility is that one of you sold the route, and the rest were silenced. Just see who doesn't have the certificate to open the route."

Following Mason's instructions, Jones quickly found his target. He looked at the corpse on the ground with mixed feelings: "Old fox, I know you are greedy, but I didn't expect you to kill all your brothers this time. You idiot, how can you face them again in your life?"

Mason glanced at him suspiciously. "If I really gave you enough money, wouldn't you sell it?"

The latter smiled awkwardly, without any shame: "Of course I will still sell it."

This is what characters who live in the shadows do. Mason no longer pays attention to the other party's pretense and stares at the body in front of him.

These people were ruthless and quick. If it wasn't for chance, Jones would have been eliminated long ago. It reminded him of some annoying guys. The young man sighed and turned to walk out. Jones didn't care to continue mourning and hurriedly followed.

"Sir, where are we going next?"

"My investigation is over. You can go back now."

"How can I do this! My Lord, I haven't even had the chance to repay you for your kindness. If you hadn't told me how unreliable those idiots were and kept me with you, I would be a corpse now. You can't abandon me."

Jones was very anxious. He had just seen the bodies of his old friends and knew that someone was trying to kill him, so he naturally could not leave Mason's side. He immediately changed his tone and turned the other party's brutality into a good deed of breaking into the house, which made Mason sigh in amazement.

The latter thought for a moment and said, "Okay, go do something for me, and I'll guarantee your safety after you've done it."

"no problem!"

Mason motioned for him to come closer and whispered something to him. Jones nodded repeatedly and was eager to complete the task assigned by Mason.

Just as he was about to leave, Mason stopped him and said, "Give me all the keys."

Jones felt a pain in his flesh and handed over all the keys. Money is a good thing, but only if you are alive.

After Jones left, looking back every few steps, Mason returned to the cliff leading to the sea alone, opened the entrance and walked in. There was no one around, so he took out a small contact and dialed the corresponding number skillfully. After a few short beeps, a deep voice sounded.

"Why are you contacting me suddenly?"

"I need you to confirm one thing for me, whether Aibo has woken up."

“I received no such message.”

On the other end of the phone, Eamon casually threw the body in his hand.

His kneeling Black Mist followers were trembling, until Amon coldly told them to get out, and then everyone hurriedly fled.

Eamon wiped the blood off his hands and communicated with Mason with confidence.

"Neither I nor my subordinates in the City of Worms have received any news of Abersu's awakening. If he had awakened, I would have known. Why are you asking this suddenly?"

Half a year had allowed the mutant to completely master this power. His figure was even more muscular than before, his originally clumsy and lame foot was exposed, his thick legs were covered with scales, and he looked like a small fortress. Only the tone of his voice was somewhat familiar.

Mason told him about his experience in the Siren City. Amon thought for a moment and answered affirmatively: "It's not Aibo. You must have encountered the Black Mist followers who came to carry out assassination missions. The Black Mist followers have infiltrated the west very strongly. You'd better be careful. Although Aibo has not left the City of Worms, he has countless ways to control people, not to mention the Speaker of the Council is here."

"But don't be too nervous. You just arrived in the West. They won't find you so quickly. The killer who attacked you was most likely acting on his own initiative. If they did it, it wouldn't be such a simple attack."

"Thank you, I'm not comforted at all by you."

Mason could imagine the killer's mentality at that time.

He was originally just out to deal with a minor character, but suddenly ran into a big fish. So the other party decided to deal with him, but ended up being killed by this unknown little bloodline. If he was the killer, he would feel wronged.

Amon chuckled and said, "Don't be so unconfident. Your life is very valuable among the Black Mist followers."

"Do me a favor and tell me the location of the Black Mist followers in Siren City."

"What do you want to do?"

"Since they are confident in their ability to carry out the operation, they must have completely erased all the evidence. I plan to go directly to the base to take a look."

"I understand. If you die, I will definitely hold a funeral for you."

The two of them joked around for a while, and Amon provided the hiding places of the Black Mist followers that he knew, and reminded Mason: "It's best not to go directly to these strongholds, otherwise it will be easy to be discovered. Although it's just a matter of time, it would be best to go later."

Mason accepted the other party's kindness. It would be easier to deal with the enemy's internal spies. Two bases were in the Siren City, and one was in the city of the Infinite Sky. After solving this, he went to see the situation.

He hung up and walked towards the beach. The rough sea was rolling like ink. Mason snapped his fingers and there were faint waves behind him.

An illusory city then emerged in midair, with abandoned ruins vaguely visible. The silver-haired young man walked out of it, and finally stepped out of the empty mirror, standing side by side with Mason on the coast.

The sea breeze blew his long silver hair, and his heterochromatic eyes were calm and indifferent. When he stepped on the ground, translucent flower vines grew under his feet, chasing the pollution and spreading around.

For some reason, the church has been making constant moves over the past six months, but has not yet recalled Canaan. It has intentionally placed it in the south.

Mason didn't mind placing Canaan among the fanatics of the Lord of All Things and All Powers, but he couldn't place him in his own territory. If those people were assimilated by the [Kingdom of Heaven], where would he go to seek justice?

Mason had no choice but to travel around in Canaan, dealing with pollution and monsters from time to time, and spending the rest of his time in deserted places. This time, he brought his vest with him to the West.

Staring at the dark sea in front of him, Mason took out the treasure-hunting mouse from his hood, and the mouse looked at him with narrowed eyes. Mason flicked its forehead and said, "Help me find those missing sirens, and I'll treat you to good food and drink when I come back. Got it?"

Since Mr. Liu said it would help with this trip, there must be something we can do.

The treasure-hunting mouse's eyes lit up and it squeaked non-stop. Mason handed the [Breath of the Sea] to the other party and warned, "Don't eat it."

The silver-haired young man took the treasure-hunting mouse and led him into the sea. Mason, standing on the shore, stretched his back and turned back the way he came.

Just a little bit more and the preparations will be done.

......

When the people guarding outside the casino saw Jones, they immediately greeted him enthusiastically: "Boss Jones, you are back."

"Get out of the way."

Seeing that the boss was in a bad mood, the gatekeeper left without hesitation. Jones went to the second floor, twisted the vase to open the secret compartment, took out a box from it, opened it and took out several separate mechanical boards. His fat fingers quickly assembled them and soon put together a small teleportation array.

He swept away the fear of death he had when facing the Toucan, and his expression became extremely cold.

Jones was able to survive from a street thug to where he is today, all thanks to his discerning vision. Although he was reluctant, he decided to use his treasured things here to fight for a glimmer of hope to survive.

"That piece of shit actually changed the mission target without permission. He deserves to die."

"The teleportation array is ready. Where's the energy liquid? Oh, it's here."

The man cursed under his breath and placed the teleportation array on the ground. Then he poured a sticky dark red liquid into it. The mechanical board operated automatically, gradually emitting a faint light. Jones stared at the teleportation array intently until a voice suddenly came from behind.

"You do have a problem."

"Who is it!?"

Jones' face turned pale, and he quickly threw the thing on his waist in the direction of the sound. Smoke spread, obscuring everyone's vision. He quickly wanted to jump into the teleportation array, and he could leave here in just a few seconds.

At the critical moment, a hand grabbed his neck and dragged him out of the teleportation array. The two sides fought each other. Jones drew out his short knife and stabbed it into the opponent's stomach with a grim face, and blood splattered all over him.

If there were other people in the room, they would have noticed the man punching and kicking the air, and then suddenly pulling out a short knife and stabbing it into the air. During the whole process, he always stood there, looking like a farce.

The young man who had been standing in front of the window for some time was watching this scene quietly. It was not until he spoke that Jones realized something was wrong and shouted angrily, "Who are you and how did you find yourself here?!"

Having said that, he had actually recognized the other person's identity.

"Mr. Jones, we just met."

Jones then connected the other party with the hooded man. He froze in place for a few seconds, then put on a smile.

"Why did you come here suddenly? I have found out everything you want to know. Previously, there were several unfamiliar faces who often went to see the old fox. They were all from the lower city. They usually lived on loans, but recently they were very rich. I asked people to follow these people and found that they were all dead. I asked people to continue the investigation, and one of them let it slip that he met a nobleman who gave him a lot of money, and he kept silent when asked again..."

Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly shrank, and dense black hair grew on the surface of his skin. He turned into a black weasel and jumped out of the room without hesitation at an unimaginable speed.

Mason stood there motionless, watching the mouse hit the ground headfirst. He waited until the mouse fell to the ground obediently before he spoke: "Stop struggling. If you answer my questions truthfully, I will let you go."

The black weasel hesitated for a moment, then nodded humanely: "What do you want to know?"

"You said earlier that you were going to the downtown area, but you were actually going to meet the killer."

"…You are right. I went there to deal with Jones. But the white rat changed its target after seeing you, so I left in a hurry."

"Have you spread the news that I'm in Siren City?"

Jones hesitated, carefully observing the other person's expression: "I wanted to take all the credit, so I didn't tell anyone. But I have a bug in my body. If I die, the higher-ups will definitely know."

The hidden meaning of his words was that he was worried that Mason would go back on his word. Mason frowned and said, "You don't know about the other base?"

"How did you know we have another base?"

"Now it's my turn to ask questions and you to answer them."

Jones changed his words: "I didn't inform them."

"Tell me everything you know about the Black Mist followers, the disappearance of the Siren, and the mutation. I won't kill you."

The Bloodline said cautiously, "Our two bases have different divisions of labor. They are responsible for monitoring the Siren City, and we are responsible for maintaining the stability of the experiment. Usually, everything is kept confidential."

"The reason why White Mouse and I came to the Siren City is to investigate the mutation. The disappearance of the sirens is part of the test. Only sirens will react to mutations. And after each mutation, a sirens will disappear. We just provide them with certain conveniences to facilitate observation. I don't know the specific situation."

To put it bluntly, there was little interaction between them, so Mason didn't have to worry about the matter being exposed for the time being.

"So this matter has nothing to do with the Lord of the Deep Sea?"

Jones nodded his head in a hurry. This was similar to what Mason thought. Although the Black Mist followers intervened in the missing siren case, they were at most auxiliary. If they could really make the sirens forget everything, what they did would definitely not be so simple.

On the other hand, this matter should have nothing to do with the Lord of the Deep Sea. The reason is as above. If He could control the memory of the sirens, the Siren City would have ceased to exist long ago. The oceans have been fighting against it for many years. If there really is such a method, it would not have been used recently.

Therefore, the most likely cause of the siren's disappearance is still related to the mutation.

So far, there is very little information about the mutation, but one thing is certain, the mutation does have a great impact on the sirens, even enough to affect their spirits.

The song that Mason heard when he first came to the coast was directly related to the mutation. This is why Mason sent Canaan. He can hear the sound, and Canaan will definitely hear it more clearly. Add the treasure hunting rat, and there shouldn't be much of a problem.

Mason destroyed the teleportation array and handed Jones over to the Siren master, who naturally knew how to deal with this spy. Whatever Jones was hiding would be dug out.

After receiving Jones's definite answer, he had more confidence in exploring Canaan. The boy concentrated his mind and focused his consciousness on the vest.

Let’s go back to the time when the vest just entered the sea.

As soon as Canaan touched the sea water, black liquid immediately rose up like evaporation. Countless monsters surfaced and rushed towards the silver-haired young man frantically.

Their bodies are bulky and large, yet incredibly agile. Their long, slimy tentacles are used to pierce their prey once they catch it. Their wide, terrifying mouths are filled with spiral teeth, which are used to tear at the flesh of their prey.

Unfortunately, this idea was doomed to fail. Once it entered the domain, it would be absorbed and squeezed, turning into residue and floating lightly into the sea water. The silver-haired young man swam to the bottom of the sea. Although the vest had good vision, the scenery he saw was still hazy.

The young man listened attentively, and the deep sea was filled with noisy sounds. There was more than one sound, but fortunately they all seemed to come from the same place and did not need to be separated.

The treasure-hunting rat sniffed and made an urgent sound towards a certain place. The young man followed its guidance and dived to the deepest place, and finally stepped on the rocks on the seabed. Along the way, monsters rushed into the area one after another, using their lives as consumable materials.

In the darkness of the deep sea, all kinds of strange plants swayed, occasionally catching passing fish. The ground was filled with soft sand and rocks. Canaan continued to move forward along the tide. This sea swallowed too many things.

He saw abandoned cities buried deep in the sand, with only some of their spires sticking out, surrounded by tiny schools of fish.

The extinct submarine volcano has long been a habitat for monsters, with slimy creatures crawling all over the mountain. In addition, many broken corpses can be seen in the sand. Perhaps hundreds of years ago, this place was still land, but now only the waves have swallowed everything.

Canaan searched carefully along the way, but found no trace of the sirens. The missing people were like a drop of water merging into the sea, disappearing without a trace.

He spread his senses. The whispers from the depths of the sea gradually became clearer. Violent and chaotic, the obscure words turned into knowledge and flooded into his mind, telling of something extremely ancient.

Even the gods would not understand these fragmented languages, which came from the ugliest existence in the world. The silver-haired young man followed the sound and walked towards somewhere. He grabbed a monster that was not so seriously polluted as a mount.

The deeper you go, the more dangerous the environment becomes. The sea water is dark red and as thick as blood.

The captured monster couldn't bear the pressure and exploded into blood. Canaan changed his mount several times and finally had to walk forward.

There were more and more monsters around, and their appearance was unbearable. Their bodies were extremely distorted and deformed, covered with dark purple tumors and stripes, like a pile of rotting seaweed and rotten meat.

Only nightmares can give birth to such hideous forms, but fortunately they are all in a peaceful sleep. Even if Heaven is just around the corner, they will die peacefully in their long sleep.

The murmuring sound continued in his ears, and a chaotic gaze came from afar, penetrating the barriers of time and space and looking into the eyes of the silver-haired young man.

Despite the distance between them, both parties confirmed each other's identities at the first opportunity.

The desires of different gods and demons are also different. For example, Canaan's desire is gluttony. As long as he wakes up, he will absorb energy endlessly to satisfy his gluttonous stomach.

There is no doubt that the other party's desire is sleep, so all the monsters around him are affected by him and fall into an endless sleep.

Canaan continued to move forward, trying his best to control the size of the domain. Finally, he saw the owner of the mumbling at the end of his sight.

It was a huge coral-like creature that bloomed on the seafloor. In the darkness of the deep sea, its existence was so evil and terrifying. Its body seemed to be made up of the limbs of various creatures, and its surface was covered with uneven pits, and various monsters lived in each pit.

Thousands of human hands turned into its branches and leaves, swaying along the waves, presenting an almost eerie beauty.

With the bubbles rising from the boiling water, one can see the huge compound eyes shining with a dark light. Even though it only opens a tiny gap, it still makes people feel overwhelmed and terrified.

Endless monsters were scattered around, like small bubbles hugging their masters, all of them immersed in a peaceful sleep. Even when the young man walked past them, they remained motionless. The long silver hair fluttered gently, becoming the only light source on the seabed.

The young man stood in front of Him and raised his head slightly. He looked at Canaan wearily and closed his eyes again.

“——”

He uttered an indescribable whisper, and all the monsters that heard the sound exploded, and something in the blood mist squirmed and was reborn. The treasure-hunting rat hid in Canaan's sleeve, pretending to be dead and pretending not to exist.

The silver-haired young man frowned, and after listening for a long time, he vaguely recognized that it was not a complete sentence, but a dream mumbling that occasionally overflowed during sleep. Everyone could realize that this monster was about to wake up, but not today.

【Lord of the Deep Sea】.

The sleeping evil spirit.

His existence is a threat. Once he awakens, all sleeping monsters will also wake up. Hunger will drive him to hunt.

Canaan landed on one of His hands, and the closer he looked, the more eerie and ominous it seemed. He turned around carefully several times, and finally confirmed that there were no fresh remains of the Siren nearby.

The whispers he was looking for were not all from the other party. Canaan searched for a while, his eyes locked on the body below him. Going down, the whispers and songs mixed together, even the treasure hunting mouse seemed a little overwhelmed.

There is no other way. You can't just lift the other person up to see if there is anything hidden underneath, right?

The best way was to explore while the other party was away. After determining the location, the young man walked back. Passing by the extinct submarine volcano, he thought for a while, and suddenly an idea came to him, so he jumped in directly.

The bottom of the submarine volcano is unfathomable, and countless deformed monsters hide among the long-extinguished gray rocks. They have lived and cultivated here for hundreds of years, never thinking that one day they would be completely purified by the white light that fell from the sky.

The panicked monsters could no longer stand the light and fled in panic, but all of them turned into ashes along the way. Canaan fell to the deepest part of the volcano and lay down only after making sure that he could not be seen from outside.

Anyway, this body doesn't need to breathe or eat, and it can run back and forth again, so it can live smoothly in the sea. The treasure-hunting rat will not die even if it is hungry for a period of time.

The silver-haired young man closed his eyes and waited quietly for the change to begin. When he calmed down, the area fell silent. The monsters around him waited for a long time and finally approached this place again, maintaining a distance and falling asleep.

At this time, there are still three days until the end of the month.