Chapter 389: Peren’s confession, Royal Hairtail, Mammon: You passed!

The sea breeze was howling, and on the sea surface with huge waves surging, a giant creature with unclear shape in the sea fog let out a shrill scream.

The thick fog obscured the entire view of the giant. A masted sailboat was struggling to move forward in the wind and waves. Compared with the giant beast in the fog, it was so small that it could be ignored.

On the bumpy deck, a Templar looked up, his mouth open in a daze, an expression of intense shock on his face.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, a gigantic Gorgon appeared and disappeared from time to time. Five ugly and twisted snake heads grew on its hideous face. The huge tentacles on its lower body shook the waves. The whole thing looked like a deformed combination of a serpent demon and a giant octopus, giving people a nightmarish fear!

The Templar Knight turned pale, his lips trembled, and he murmured in a daze: "How can we win this battle..."

Scylla the Siren.

A monster that has appeared in epic stories.

She lay dormant in the Strait of Giant Rocks for hundreds of years, killing countless sailors.

Whenever Scylla appears, there must be a Maelstrom following her. There are many different opinions about the relationship between the two. Authoritative scholars believe that the Maelstrom is one of the many descendants of the God of the Deep Sea, who was exiled because of his great destructive power, while Scylla was originally one of the many children of the God of the Sea.

The two of them developed a mutual sympathy due to their similar life backgrounds.

When the two monsters appeared at the same time, the threat doubled. Even Master Liuhuan would be caught in the vortex and find it difficult to protect himself!

boom--

Thunder roared, and huge waves crashed against the coast, like the wrath of a god, breaking stone lighthouses along the coast in half. Trees were uprooted, boats were crushed to dust, and debris was stirred in a whirlpool, with wailing sounds rising and falling.

On the cliff, the sea witch stood in the storm, gazing at the terrifying siren in the doomsday scene. Complex expressions of determination, coldness, and hatred flashed across her pale face. She seemed to be talking to herself: "I can understand your hatred... Cursed by the witch, you have fallen from a carefree water nymph to a terrifying siren. You want revenge, you want to kill, you want to destroy..."

"But I can't sit idly by and watch you destroy my home. For this reason, even if it means deceiving, betraying, or even using a curse again, I must stop you..."

"Scylla, you should disappear forever."

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the sea witch, and she slowly raised her right hand, holding a slender magic wand in her palm. The magic wand scratched a trace, leaving dark green lines where it passed, and the magic power gathered in the lines, and finally drew a magic circle out of thin air! The cold dark green magic power was brewing in the center of the magic circle, exuding the resentful breath of the curse. The power of the curse comes from witchcraft, which is strictly prohibited by the Mage Guild. It is rare in today's era, but compared with the same level of magic, the power of witchcraft is more threatening! Suddenly.

A dark green beam of light shot out from the magic circle, piercing through the vast sea fog and landing on the huge and terrifying sea witch under the fog. The sea witch remained indifferent, slowly turning its huge head, and its pair of dark yellow eyes shot out a strange look, piercing through the sea fog and fixed on the sea witch.

She seemed to be in stillness.

It was not until he sensed a familiar aura of witchcraft from the sea witch that Scylla suddenly went into a riot, roaring with endless resentment and setting off a huge tsunami!

Why? Why did the curse fall on me? I have endured the pain that I shouldn't have endured! The roar was mixed with a scream directed at the soul. The resentful voice echoed in the ears of the sea witch, causing her to have a splitting headache, her eyes turned black, and she couldn't help vomiting blood.

At this moment, the sea surface next to the mermaid Scylla began to "sink". A huge whirlpool appeared next to her, spinning violently and swallowing all approaching ships.

The Templars on the sailing ship felt the earth shaking and clung to the mast tightly, but the entire ship was disintegrating, making a desperate cracking sound.

"Oh no, we're trapped in the range of the giant whirlpool monster!"

"Where is the bishop? Use your magic to lift the warship up!"

"It's useless. The creative field here is full of rioting water elements. I can't sense any divinity at all!"

The entire warship was about to sink to the bottom of the sea, when a sharp golden light suddenly rose several feet high, hovering above the sea surface.

The Knights Templar, Grand Master Chandler, holds a golden spear made of pure gold in his hand. His aura is rising, and the holy white light envelopes his body. It looks extremely dazzling in the night, revealing an unparalleled aura.

Clang! Instantly, Chandler made a move, and the golden spear swept out, emitting a brilliant holy flame. The blazing flame illuminated the night, instantly lighting up the sea, and the fierce spear flame slashed diagonally at the sea monster Scylla.

Hiss! Blood fell like rain, dyeing the sea red, and the hideous injuries were clearly visible!

Scylla screamed and glared at Chandler fiercely... If her attention had not been on the sea witch, how could she have been so easily captured!

The sea witch beside the cliff let out a barely noticeable sigh of relief.

The reason why she concealed the truth from Yeats and Perron and chose to cooperate with the Knights Templar was to use Chandler to completely eliminate the threat of Scylla.

Chandler kept his promise, allowing the Sea Witch to see a glimmer of hope for the future of local civilians.

But.

Even though Chandler was a renowned Six-Ring Knight, he was still in a tough fight when facing the attack of Scylla and the Maelstrom Monster! The rain was pouring down, and the sea surface was split into huge gullies like the abyss of heaven and earth. That was the vortex created by the Maelstrom Monster, which had a huge pulling force. Even if he was flying high in the sky, Chandler was still pulled by that force, and he had to distract himself and consume his mana to fight it!

at the same time.

The tentacles of the sea siren Scylla shot into the sky like sharp spears.

Boom! Caught off guard, Chandler's shoulder armor and shoulder blade were pierced by the tentacles. The huge force forced his body to fly backwards and hit the cliff on the coast with a loud "boom". He was embedded in it, and dust and smoke flew up! "Captain!!"

The adjutant's call echoed in the stormy night.

"If it doesn't work, retreat, Captain!"

Scylla and the Maelstrom Monster have been wreaking havoc in the Giant Rock Strait for many years. There have been six-ring warriors who have stepped forward before, but without exception, all have been defeated, and they could only let the two monsters continue to occupy the surrounding waters.

Chandler is old, and due to the limitations of the power of greed, he cannot make further progress in the study of divine arts. His strength is not that of a top-level powerhouse, and he feels that it is extremely difficult to face the attack of two emperor-level monsters.

Seriously injured, Chandler's eyes were dim and a trace of regret flashed through his heart.

"Alas... This matter should have been carried out gradually. I was too greedy and eager to solve all the problems at once. I was also unwilling to join hands with Ye Zhi..."

As long as the mermaid Scylla is eliminated, the Knights Templar can officially take root in the Port of Giant Rock and obtain generous tax revenues, which is also in line with the philosophy of Chandler, a believer in the god of greed.

However, the difficulty of the mermaid Scylla was far beyond Chandler's expectations!

"Could it be... that I can only use the blessing of my Lord?" After all, divine arts were not Chandler's strongest field. A strange golden light flashed in his eyes, but he immediately suppressed it and said to himself, "No, if the blessing of my Lord is exposed here, I may even lose my position as the Grand Commander!"

"How can we earn more money and educate the next generation if this is the case?"

Chandler immediately wanted to retreat.

However, there was another deafening roar on the sea, and a huge black shadow broke through the wind and rain and broke through the waves!

Boom! The entire strait was shaking, as if there was an earthquake, and the waves became more violent in this strong vibration.

Chandler widened his eyes and looked at the shadow in shock.

The slender silver body was like a sea snake, emitting a cold light in the darkness. It was nearly a hundred meters long and swam around the vortex, like a guard of the giant vortex monster, or a predator waiting for an opportunity to hunt in the vortex! The emperor-level monster, the sea-shaking emperor-scaled snake.

The king snake is silver-gray all over, with a dark red bristle-like dorsal fin on its body and a crown-like cephalic fin on its head. Its strength is comparable to that of the sea squid.

This monster even has the ability to summon undersea earthquakes, hence the name "Shock".

It is one of the longest sea monsters on the continent and is known as a monster that sweeps across the seabed and destroys everything!

Chandler's face suddenly changed.

This royal scale snake was obviously a follower of the sea siren Scylla! The appearance of the royal scale snake meant that he would have to face three six-ring monsters at the same time!

For a moment, Chandler felt bitter, and suddenly understood why he had never heard any rumors about the royal snake before.

When Scylla and the Maelstrom appear before mortals, they have a chance to survive as long as they sacrifice their crew members alive.

But when Scylla's follower, the royal snake, appeared, it meant that no one could survive, and there was no longer any rumor about the royal snake in the world!

Scylla actually has the ability to control sea monsters to become his own followers... Chandler quickly remembered Scylla's enchanting siren song and sighed silently in his heart.

This was no longer a question of whether or not to retreat, but a question of whether or not to retreat! Barely supporting himself, Chandler flew again over the surging sea, trying his best to avoid the sharp water arrows spit out from the mouth of the royal scale snake. He used his spear to blast out holy flames, fighting and retreating, approaching the sea witch on the cliff.

"The situation is beyond my control." Chandler said seriously, "The contract between you and me is now void. I want to withdraw, but don't worry, I will compensate you later!"

Most believers of Mammon have a spirit of contract.

Even if the contract needs to be terminated midway, compensation will be paid according to the breach of contract.

But this was obviously not what the Sea Witch wanted.

Anfia looked at Chandler hesitantly. Seeing that he was covered in wounds, her eyes flickered slightly. Without saying much, she just nodded silently, indicating that she understood Chandler's actions, and whispered:

"No matter what, I am ready to inherit the mission..."

The sea breeze blew her long hair and determination flashed in her eyes. As a descendant of the sea witch, she learned a lot of forbidden witchcraft, including the forbidden spell of using herself as a living sacrifice and inflicting a curse.

In this way, the power of Scylla and the Maelstrom will be greatly weakened, and they will fall into a short sleep.

Anfia's teacher, the previous sea witch, brought a brief peace to the town by sacrificing herself.

Under the influence of her teacher, Anfia was also prepared to make sacrifices.

"I only have one wish... I hope you can take good care of those children..." Anfia rolled up her hair and smiled palely, "The castle is my property. After I die, please sell it and donate it to the Knights Templar. I believe... you can properly handle this wealth."

Chandler was stunned for a moment, his eyes complicated, his lips trembling, as if he had made up his mind, and said in a deep voice: "Perhaps, that money can be used to ask the Duke of Honeysuckle for help!"

Asking nobles for assistance is very common on the mainland, provided that sufficient compensation is paid.

Chandler had already promised the Sea Witch to get rid of Scylla, but he felt that he was not capable enough. In desperation, he came up with a trump card - outsourcing! In Chandler's view, he was limited by his status and could not use the blessing of the God of Greed, which was already a disadvantage. However, Ye Zhi was the Moonlight God's Chosen, and his strength was far superior to his own. Even if he faced three six-ring monsters, he would have a great chance of winning! Anfia was stunned in place, and seemed to be very surprised by Chandler's suggestion, and said:

"But... you and I deceived him. Duke Honeysuckle... has no reason to help..."

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

“There are no absolute enemies, only absolute interests.”

Chandler used the same rhetoric as Mammon, saying, "Perhaps we can persuade him by offering him the tax revenue from the Great Rock Strait as compensation..."

The two of them communicated during the precious time Chandler had withdrawn from the battlefield. At this moment, Scylla found Chandler's trace again, stared at the cliff with his dark yellow eyes, and let out a shrill scream.

Under her control, the Royal Scale Snake leaped several feet high from the sea. Its nearly 100-meter-long body was shrouded in light in mid-air, turning into a straight sword, stabbing at the two people swiftly! Chandler and the Sea Witch retreated quickly.

Boom! A corner of the cliff was flattened, revealing a complete cross section, and the huge rock fell into the waves, making a roar! Anfia's face was ugly, and Chandler's eyes were also solemn.

Boom! Thunder and lightning tore through the sky. On the shore illuminated by lightning, a red-robed elf, soaking wet, looked at Scylla's figure in the sea mist with a firm gaze.

“Scylla——!!”

Perun's voice, amplified by the bard's spell, echoed over the sea along with the sound of thunder.

This sudden call attracted everyone's attention. Even the ferocious mermaid slowly turned around and looked at the elf coldly.

The siren's snake-like hair showed bared fangs, its eyes were fierce, and the tentacles on its lower body were like an octopus swaying in the sea. Looking at that terrifying image, Perun's eyes showed a trace of pity and regret.

"Stop it, Scylla..."

Before he could finish his words, a tentacle came quickly and tightly wrapped around Perren's body, as if to twist him in half.

Peren was caught off guard, allowing the organs in his chest to be squeezed, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth. He raised his affectionate eyes and looked at the nightmarish mermaid.

"I'm here to confess my feelings to you!"

The whole place was dead silent.

Scylla's face showed a human look of surprise.

The next moment, Scylla was furious and let out a shriek. The wails directed at the soul were like millions of needles piercing into Perun's mind.

A mere elf, fooling me!

"No, I'm serious..." Peren's eyes flickered, and his sincere feelings were like substance, forming the divinity of the god of love that spread across the realm of creation, "I fell in love with you at first sight."

A bard who worships the god of love and possesses a special spell called 'Sweet Talk'.

The prerequisite for this spell to work is that the feelings are sincere, and the more sincere the love is, the more the spell can touch people's hearts. Even if the other party does not accept this love, the hostility will be weakened.

If the feelings are false, the spell becomes a language spell, 'sweet words, dark swords', causing harm to the mind.

Under the influence of this 'sweet talk' spell, the atmosphere of disaster was strangely eased.

Both Grand Master Chandler and Sea Witch Anfia widened their eyes in shock.

That elf... actually confessed to Scylla?! Scylla was stunned and surprised. She raised her tentacles, tied up Peren and brought him to her, examining him carefully.

On the head of the giant sea monster grew the upper body of a human woman, with pale skin and slender arms. A pair of pitch-black eyes without whites stared coldly at Perun and made a hoarse, unpleasant voice.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

The tentacles that bound Perun tightened their grip, and Perun coughed up blood. A smile still appeared on his face, and he said intermittently: "I have heard about your past, and I know you were very beautiful back then... You were a water nymph praised by everyone, and everyone admired you... But compared to that time... I love you more now, with your face that has been weathered by fate..."

Scylla looked stunned.

A complex emotion, traveling through hundreds of years of time, turned into a warm current, flowing into the thawing limbs.

Scylla had a complicated look in her eyes and she sighed softly, then released the tentacles that were bound to Perun and let him fall into the sea.

"You guys handle it." Scylla closed his eyes lightly and handed Perun over to the royal snake and the whirlpool monster.

Peren quickly fell into the sea, his eyes fixed on Scylla's figure getting farther and farther away, and suddenly a trace of regret appeared in his heart.

Boom! Perun sank into the sea.

Under the sea, the huge shadow of the royal snake continued to circle around the place where Perun sank.

Scylla was looking down from his high place, and his mind emerged of the sea witch who had cursed him thousands of years ago because she was jealous of the fisherman falling in love with her. The rage in his heart once again overwhelmed everything.

at the same time.

Led by Mammon, Yeats came to a ruin in the deep sea.

A faint magical power appeared in the form of a light film, enveloping Ye Zhi and the little black cat on his shoulder, isolating them from the influence of the sea water and allowing them to communicate normally.

Ye Zhi glanced at the God of Greed, who had shrunk into a cat-like form on his shoulder, and muttered, "Why do you like the shoulder?"

The black cat shook its tail and said lazily, "As you can see, this palace was the local sea god's temple hundreds of years ago. It later sank due to a tsunami, but there are still many treasures in it."

As it spoke, the black cat stretched out its claws again and scratched in the air. A water curtain suddenly appeared, reflecting the situation on another battlefield.

Seeing the scene of Perun confessing his love to Scylla and then being sunk to the bottom of the sea, Yeats couldn't help but hiss.

I think you are really hungry! "Well, choose one of the two."

The black cat stretched out its paw pads, swayed between the palace and the water curtain, and said, "Friends or treasure? It's your choice..."

"Well, if you ask me, he is not really your friend, but just your vassal."

The black cat's words were full of temptation: "If you go back now, you will never find this treasure again. On the contrary, this treasure has the inheritance of the sea god. It is ten times more effective than the magic potion made with the whirlpool monster!"

Ye Zhi said, "Are you serious?"

The black cat raised his head proudly: "Of course, I am a businessman who times ten!"

"Then why do we need to choose?"

Ye Zhi said righteously, "Of course I will go back!"

The black cat was stunned: "Why?"

Ye Zhi pointed at the water curtain, took a breath, and said, "Did you see that fish? A hairtail fish that's hundreds of meters long! It would be a shame if we don't use it to cook!"

Mammon was silent for a moment, following Yeats's gaze, looking at the royal snake in the water curtain with a strange mood.

That's obviously a sea snake! What the hell is a hairtail fish?

You are quite greedy to want to cook with an emperor-level monster! (End of this chapter)