The greatest courage of a mortal is to challenge the sky and the sea.
The slightly salty sea breeze blows from the east, blows across the long coastline of the east coast, and blows past port houses with black sloping roofs and ancient pointed towers. The black crown and shield flag is in the port city "Mobius "The main castle of "Flying in the sky, the flag is facing the endless sea, on the sea, the sun is rising.
Earl Owen Dyson, with short black hair, dark blue eyes, and wearing a black double-breasted long trench coat, stood in front of a window facing the sea. From the commanding heights of the castle, he quietly overlooked the prosperous city below and the waves in the distance. The sparkling calm sea.
This is Port Mobius, the largest seaport on the east coast of the Typhon Empire, and a must-stop for humans in the east to visit the ocean.
used to be.
The Dyson family has ruled this land for hundreds of years. The ancestors of Earl Owen led the original people to overcome obstacles here, and reshaped this solid coastline in the east of the empire with the power of boulders and magic. Seven hundred years ago , here is an extremely prosperous city. Typhon, who was not long after the founding of the country, relied on this harbor to knock on the gateway to the sea, and opened up important colonies on several islands in the east, where the ancestors mined Ore, planting spices, provide a steady stream of precious resources for the newborn country, and maintain the material circulation in the southeast and northeast regions of the empire with the thriving Eastern Continent route. Port Mobius, as the hub of all these, has a detached status .
But that prosperity lasted only a short time.
The fall of the three major dark sects ruined the qualification of human beings to challenge the ocean. The departure of the son of the storm made it impossible for humans to perceive the storms and magical turbulence in the endless sea, nor to calm the fury of the ocean. The only sea area that can sail safely is They have traveled more than ten nautical miles close to the land, and these "safety routes" are still intermittent, and it is impossible to connect them at all.
Initially, the brave captains and scholars tried to maintain those routes with experience, courage and alternative extraordinary spells, but the high price and the embarrassing national strength of Typhon at the beginning of the founding of the country made those brave challengers finally choose to give up. The colonial islands in the far sea were forced to abandon, and the output of minerals, plants, and marine life from the ocean was also interrupted. This short-lived and prosperous Port of Mobius also fell into trouble in the following hundreds of years.
It has changed from a prosperous port city to a distribution center for offshore fishermen and a resting place for nearby business travelers. The city has survived to this day by relying on sluggish offshore fishing products and passing taxes.
And until today, it has flourished again.
Earl Owen's gaze swept across the edge of the city, the towers standing near the coastline and the smoke rising faintly.
It was a mining site for Burning Rock.
No one thought that what finally brought Port Mobius back to life would be those gray-white stones that were once considered useless and worth less than mud.
The edge of the coastline is full of burning stones. Those stones are the raw materials for the production of rich dust and spar matrix. The emergence of new technologies has made them hot from worthless. As the largest city on the east coast, Mobius Hong Kong also miraculously came back to life overnight, and in just a few years, it became prosperous again.
And what is changing as rapidly as Port Mobius is the entire Typhon Empire.
His Majesty the great Rosetta Augustus brought prosperity and change to the empire. Although many of the "changes" he brought made some stubborn and old-fashioned nobles very dissatisfied, these dissatisfied nobles did not include Moby Lord Owen Dyson, the lord of Uth, for this frontier earl who has experienced a great transformation from poverty to prosperity, what His Majesty Rosetta brought to him is an absolute improvement.
What made the frontier earl even more excited, and even a little excited, was that His Majesty the Emperor, after making the empire prosperous and strong, finally cast his sights on the endless sea again.
The sparkling sea surface undulates slightly in the distance, and the morning sun shines with fine phosphorescence on the sea surface. Earl Owen knows that the seemingly calm sea is actually extremely dangerous. The chaotic storms and magical turbulence more than ten nautical miles away Powerful transcendental beings were buried in the deep sea, and those turbulent currents and storms tore apart the original intact coastal routes. Hundreds of years ago, the newly born and weak Typhon Kingdom failed to regain those routes, but today, the restoration The newly reborn Typhon Empire may have the ability to challenge the sea again.
A sound of footsteps approaching from a distance woke Owen Dyson from his contemplation, and he heard the voice of an attendant coming from behind: "My lord, that creature has woken up."
Earl Owen turned his head: "I know lead the way."
"Yes, my lord."
Owen Dyson left the room facing the sea. Accompanied by his attendants, he walked through the long corridors of the castle, walked into the deep corridors, and came to the deepest part of the family castle. In the secret room reinforced with a large amount of sacred materials and magic materials, he saw "that creature" that the attendant said.
He was wrapped in a somewhat shabby black robe, and lay quietly on the stone bed in the center of the secret room. A large number of rune chains and sacred amulets imprisoned him there, suppressing the extraordinary power he might have.
In fact, Owen can tell at a glance that this should be a human being, but he has mutated beyond recognition.
The exposed arms, face, and neck of this "human" are covered with chilling, pale blue fine scales, and the eyes are like snakes with golden vertical pupils, and their hair has faded away, replaced by scalp Covered with a layer of seaweed-like, greasy cortical growths, his palms are twisted and stretched, and there are web-like things connected between his fingers, and what is even more frightening is his legs
The flesh and blood of those legs were blurred together like some kind of chaotic product, and they were already indistinguishable from each other. They were close together, the joints were bent, the skin was glued together, and scales were clustered on them.
This looks like some kind of transfiguration that hasn't been completed, or... an intermediate state from human beings to some kind of weird metamorphosis.
This "monster" has already awakened. When Earl Owen approached, he saw the opponent's eyeballs roll, and the terrifying pair of golden vertical pupils swept towards him, but the opponent's body was still lying quietly. On the stone bed, only his chest rose and fell slightly.
Earl Owen frowned, and a mage wearing a moon pattern robe stepped forward beside him.
"My lord, I have stabilized his mental state with calming spells and the infusion of moon sleep grass. This monster is safe for the time being."
Owen Dyson nodded, and looked at another figure not far away. It was a knight of medium build, with a bushy beard and deep-set eye sockets.
"Let's talk about the details when you found this 'creature'." He said to the knight.
"Yes, my lord," the knight nodded, "We found it in the south near the desert. Some local people reported that there was unusual wind and rain in that area, and there was constant whistling on the sea. We feared that it was a magical turbulent attack." Land, went to check, but found this 'monster' on the rocky beach by the coast.
"There is nothing like ship debris around him, and there is no ship on the rocks nearby. I guess he didn't come by boat, maybe he swam here...
"He was semi-conscious at the time, a little wilted by the sun, but when we approached, he woke up quickly and acted very aggressively. He attacked us with some kind of acid-like arrow spell, but it was good. After we took two mages over there, counterspell subdued him.
"He fainted from weakness, and before he fainted, he murmured sentences that no one could understand. The soldiers were a little frightened when they heard the murmurs. Some said it was a curse mentioned by the fishermen. The language of the dead, spoken by the dead swallowed by the waves...
"He has nothing on him to identify him other than a half-shattered amulet, but his clothes are definitely made by human hands... I guess he is a poor man cursed by a terrible force in the deep sea. Of course, this is just me judgment."
Earl Owen hummed, and looked at the mage beside him: "What tricks do you see in the amulet?"
"I can't see the name, my lord," the mage said while picking up the cracked amulet and handing it to Earl Owen. "It has been completely damaged, and the magic power has been exhausted. There is a very strange point that the decorative pattern on its surface seems to have been deliberately polished, and it is completely invisible."
Earl Owen took the amulet, which was only half the size of an old imperial gold coin, and turned it in his hand to take a look.
It is the remaining half of a round amulet. The material may be Mithril. It was obviously an extraordinary item, and as the mage said, one side of it has obvious grinding marks. The technique is very rough, but the amulet has been completely worn away. identifiable patterns.
Owen casually threw the talisman into the hands of the attendants beside him.
"You were once a human..." He came to the scaled and webbed humanoid, bending down to stare into disturbing eyes. "Is that so?"
"Hiss... heh..."
What came from the throat of the humanoid creature was a hoarse voice that was difficult for humans to make, like some kind of amphibious creature. It was chaotic and low, and it was difficult to distinguish.
"You have been in the sea for a long time... the smell of fish, the smell of mud, and the smell of magic in the storm," Earl Owen still stared at each other, "what is there in the far sea? What made you look like this ?”
What responded to him was still a chaotic and inexplicable voice. Hearing that weird voice, Owen even had a faint impression of the surging waves in his mind.
"Some kind of unknown extraordinary force distorted this poor man," said the mage at the side, "My lord, I have communicated with him many times before using methods such as hypnosis. This poor guy has completely lost the ability of human language." gone."
"No, your method is wrong." Earl Owen said, and casually removed a pendant emitting a faint blue light from his wrist.
He brought the pendant close to the "monster" lying on the stone bed. The latter stared at the mysterious blue light, and suddenly opened his eyes slightly.
"A long time ago, when this city of Mobius was still a prosperous seaport, the Dyson family was very close to the Church of Storms," the earl said slowly, "We kept many artifacts related to storms, such as a A pendant that was blessed by the Priest of the Storm... Now, tell me, Son of the Storm, what happened to you?"
Even if there was nothing identifiable on the opponent's body, even if the lines on the surface of the talisman had been polished off, Owen Dyson could still guess the origin of the man from the far sea in front of him.
After all, he and his family have watched over the sea for hundreds of years.
The black-robed "monster" on the stone bed stared at the pendant in Earl Owen's hand, and suddenly took a deep breath. In a hoarse voice like a broken bellows, he slowly said in a dreamlike tone: "Have you... The deep sea... calling?"
"The call of the deep sea?" Earl Owen frowned, "What are you talking about?"
The voice of the black-robed monster became more and more ethereal, as if its mind had gradually dissipated: "Ah... in the dark and deep seabed... the god position has been changed... the one who devours flesh and blood is calling with the sound of the tide... Listen carefully, you can hear it." what..."
"It seems that your mind has been completely polluted," Earl Owen shook his head regretfully, ready to put away the amulet, "but I still thank you, thank you for reminding me of the danger of the ocean once again, reminding me that I should be cautious about it .”
The amulet emitting blue light gradually left the black-robed monster's sight. The latter was breathing violently, but suddenly, his breathing slowed down, and a strange smile mixed with calm and joy appeared on his face.
The fine scales made this smile look particularly scary.
Earl Owen heard the last few syllables from the monster's throat:
"I hear it, I hear it... she's calling... Eva is calling us... get back on track..."
The monster on the stone bed let out a long sigh, and then, under everyone's gaze, his body suddenly disintegrated into a liquid like turbid sea water.