General Berazov arrives at the secret room.

The moment he stepped into this large building made of a mixture of solid reinforced concrete and a huge stone base, the burly gray-haired soldier felt a majestic, solemn, heavy and eerie atmosphere. This atmosphere came from the rune reliefs that could be seen everywhere in the building and the tightly closed doors along the corridors.

The runes that can be seen everywhere are part of the building's security measures. They are designed to resist external supernatural invasions and prevent unwanted visitors from entering the building. Behind those closed doors are deep corridors - at the end of the corridor may be a sealing room for anomalies, or a dangerous sample warehouse, or even researchers who have fallen into temporary madness, and ancient files that are forbidden to touch but cannot be destroyed.

Walking inside this building is like walking in the gap between the real world and the abyss of madness, as if standing on an invisible line of defense overlooking another sinister world. Even ordinary people without any extraordinary powers or spiritual talents may feel their nerves tense and their hair stand on end.

"…Are the security measures here really sufficient to ensure that 'that thing' won't go wrong?"

General Belazov followed a military scholar who was leading the way, and couldn't help asking as they passed a pitch-black alloy door.

"The 'Secret Room' facility is the most heavily guarded building on Dagger Island. All rooms here have separate security and supernatural barriers. Every item with a danger level of more than level three has a direct connection to the furnace. Even without the various supernatural barriers, this building can withstand the full-scale attack of a Saint-level enemy just from the structural strength alone," the scholar who led the way said proudly, "Unless some ancient god spreads his power in, this place is foolproof."

At this point, the scholar who led the way paused, then continued, "And then again, although 'that thing' is strange in every way, it is actually much more 'stable' than we initially thought... and can even be said to be honest."

"Stable? Honest?" General Belazov frowned and spoke subconsciously.

"Yes, although it's not very precise to say so," the scholar who led the way nodded, "that thing has been hanging in the center of the secret room for many days. Normally, this kind of strange thing will show some characteristics of being 'alive' to a certain extent and will affect the surrounding environment in various ways, but it has never shown any such behavior. It has not released any matter, has not emitted any power, and has not shown any characteristics beyond the dimension of reality. Although the samples scraped from it have some strange physical properties, they are limited to physical properties. Compared with most dangerous objects of the same level, it is as honest as a stone."

"...This is an interesting situation. I will report it to the city-state governor." General Belazov said casually.

A researcher in a blue coat came from the opposite direction and passed by here in a hurry. When he passed by the general, he nodded to the latter and left without stopping.

The sound of some mollusk moving its limbs came from inside the blue coat.

"Everyone here is in a hurry," General Berazov said casually.

"Yes, this is what happens every day in the secret room. Our work is not limited to analyzing the diving bell, but also includes monitoring other things in the facility," the leading scholar shrugged. "Please don't mind our impoliteness."

"It doesn't matter. I don't really care about these rules," the general said, frowning slightly. "Is it my illusion? There seems to be a strange smell in here - I smelled it since I came in. It seems to be the smell of some... aquatic creatures."

"This is Dagger Island Bay. The building's ventilation system is directly connected to the outside, so it's normal to have this smell. Add to that the strange smell coming from the disinfectant and sedimentation tank, and everything you smell is normal," the scholar leading the way said, sighing, "In fact, we have always wanted to apply for funds to repair the ventilation pipes here, but the response from our superiors is always 'as long as it works.'"

The general made no comment and just looked up to the end of the corridor.

Professor Myerson was already standing at the door.

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Tirian took one last look at his coat and hair, then left the mirror and walked over to a nearby shelf, looking at the items on it.

He hesitated for a long time about what to take with him.

Should I bring a sword? Should I bring a gun? Should I bring an amulet?

The weapons seemed to be of no use. He could not rely on a sword or a gun to protect himself on the Lost Homeland. Moreover, he was invited to be a "guest" on the Lost Homeland. If he brought weapons with him, it would not only seem too insincere, but it might also anger his father.

The amulet has no practical effect, but it may have some psychological comfort. However, I don't know what my father's attitude is towards the "gods" now. Will he hate them? Or will he look down on them?

This was the first time that the biggest pirate leader on the Leng Leng Sea struggled for so long over the issue of "going out".

He was going to the Lost Homeland—he was going back to the Lost Homeland.

That was where he spent his childhood, most of the warm memories of his life were there, and the parts he didn't want to recall or face were also there. After a century away, he suddenly found that he couldn't imagine what it was like when he stepped onto that ship.

At this moment, the voice of the first mate Aiden suddenly came from outside the door, interrupting Tirian's thoughts: "Captain, are you ready?"

Tirian frowned and shouted to the door, "It's almost done, don't rush it."

"I mean, you'd better hurry up," Aiden's voice sounded again, this time with obvious tension, "For the sake of Her Majesty the Queen... the messenger is here!"

The messenger has arrived.

Tirian was startled, then he realized the strangeness in Aiden's tone, and hurried to the door and opened it.

Aiden's voice continued to ring: "Captain, if you don't open the door, I will...ah, thank God, you finally opened the door!"

Tirian stared at the scene outside the door.

His loyal first mate was standing there tensely, and a terrifying giant skeleton bird covered in green flames was standing on Aiden's bald head. The skeleton bird was covered in flames, and bits of spiritual flames kept falling, landing on Aiden from time to time.

And on the chest of the giant skeleton bird, there was a bronze compass floating in the air - it was my father's property.

Anomaly 022, spirit world compass.

"Captain, could you please stop looking and let this bird get off my head first..." Aiden's voice was a little trembling, "This fire keeps falling on me..."

The giant skeleton bird tilted its head, as if observing Tirian carefully, and suddenly opened its mouth and uttered a strange female voice: "Go to Chenghua Avenue, take Erxian Bridge... Get on the bus! There are seats, big seats! Everyone, please move back a little... Peanuts, drinks, mineral water!"

Tirian was immediately frightened by this series of voices, and the first sentence that came to his mind was -

Why is my father's messenger making such a noise?

Then he began to wonder what the strange words that suddenly uttered by this strange bird meant - but he couldn't figure it out after thinking for a long time.

But he found that Aiden was about to faint.

"Let's go," Tirian shook his head, forcibly throwing aside the messy thoughts in his mind, and no longer thinking about how to face his father after arriving at the Lost Homeland. With the mentality of leaving everything to chance, he looked at the strange skeleton bird, "How should we..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the giant bird suddenly step on Aiden's head and fly into the air, then swooped down from the sky, accompanied by a dark green flame filling the field of vision. Tirian heard a strange cry in his ear: "Your father is here!"

The next second, he felt dizzy, as if all the senses in his body were being disrupted and reorganized, and then he felt that he was instantly thrown into the sky at an unknown height - he shuttled through the darkness and cold, and he didn't know how much time had passed, or maybe it was only a moment, and this strange feeling of dizziness and detachment suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The feeling of being grounded reappeared, the darkness and weightlessness dissipated, the sunlight shone through the mist and shone on his body again. With the return of the familiar five senses, Tirian saw that the scene in front of him gradually became clearer from the shaking.

It seemed that there was a very tall figure standing in front of him.

But that was not my father - compared to my father, the figure seemed too slender and more like a woman.

Looks a little familiar.

Tirian blinked hard, finally focusing his vision and seeing the face of the person in front of him clearly.

A tall and heroic beautiful woman with long white hair and a scar on her left eye.

Fanna looked at the pirate leader in front of her with a strange expression, then turned her head awkwardly to look at the few figures not far away who were waiting to watch the fun.

Finally, she sighed and said to Tirian: "Captain Tirian, I know you have many questions..."

Without waiting for Vanna to finish her words, Tirian took a half step back and stared at the Inquisitor in front of him in amazement.

"He knocked Pland down?!"

The biggest pirate leader in the Frigid Sea is in great shock.