Chapter 199 Bloodline Steel Seal (3/3, thanks to the leader of Zhuo Yao for the reward!)
The exploration ship adjusted its direction again and headed towards the southwest sea.
Ian would activate his predictive vision from time to time, and with the help of instruments, he could fine-tune the captain's direction.
The gloomy and thick rain clouds were stirred by the strong wind, and the dark clouds and mist began to press down layer by layer. Between the clouds and the strong wind, dazzling blue lightning intertwined into intricate structures, emerging on the other side of the southwest sea, illuminating half of the distant sea sky.
.
The storm got worse.
The exploration ship sailed rapidly towards the southwest sea, but there were still sea monsters chasing behind the ship, which made the original crew members confused and a little uneasy.
"It's those blood stains."
Ian did not take action, and Isengard discovered the reason. He noticed that some blood stains on the ship had not been removed by the storm. It was obviously some kind of hidden hand of the indigenous people: "We have been locked in position by the local indigenous people."
The bloodstains were cleaned up, but it was obviously too late.
"It's not just Aboriginals."
In the captain's cabin, Ian calmly said to Master Gosei: "There must be a traitor among us - he has something like a signal on his body. Otherwise, with our detection speed, the natives would not be able to detect it so quickly, and so quickly
Launch encirclement and pursuit."
The captain was a little uneasy. Of course he was not a traitor, but except for those professionals, the rest of the crew were his buddies.
It was precisely because he knew his crew that he was uneasy: it would not be surprising at all for those lazy, lazy sons of bitches to be bribed!
He doesn’t want to be stuck in a row!
"Did you find anything?"
Because Master Gosei's face was unexpectedly solemn, Ian asked.
The old man was silent for a while, and then said in a deep voice: "There is something wrong with the thunder in this storm. Ian, your observation range will definitely not be able to reach the clouds in the sky, but I can."
"Normal thunder is a natural discharge phenomenon that only occurs when certain conditions are met."
Raising his head, Master Gesai looked at the continuous thunder in the sky, and said slowly: "But these thunders... are all triggered by the special spiritual field of a certain creature."
Ian's eyes widened, and he understood what this sentence meant almost instantly.
"Um."
The old man nodded slowly, and there was no need to say the next words.
And Ian's expression became solemn as he looked up at the sky.
——There is no doubt that the Zhanhai Crystal Dragon, which is at the peak of its first energy level, is probably advancing!
at the same time.
Luminous sea coast.
The huge crocodile dragon stepped on the rocks, and its six red dragon eyes stared at the impossible direction of the ship in the distant sea.
Heavy rain and thunder criss-crossed the luminous sea.
The great shaman Animu...or in other words, the crocodile dragon Animu is meditating.
The secret method passed down among the redwood natives can combine the second-level shaman and the 'totem master' who has received the sacrifice through the highest level of pure sacrifice into one, becoming a beast with human wisdom and the power of a magical beast.
Shaman', gaining long life and great strength.
Theoretically, this is indeed the case... Shamans can indeed control the powerful bodies of monsters through secret techniques, almost as if they are taking over their bodies, but their spirits will also be affected by the beasts' huge bodies, and will gradually be swallowed up by the beast's instincts, and eventually become totem masters.
At the third level of energy, you can gain the qualifications of your own soul and wisdom.
This is an exchange, a purer ritual - the shaman temporarily controls the body of the Warcraft for several years or more, and the Warcraft accepts their souls and uses these voluntarily dedicated sublimates as fuel to shape their own souls and souls.
Spirit.
The current Animu is both a great shaman and a crocodile dragon... He has in his mind the memories of several past shamans who also integrated themselves into the swamp crocodile dragon, as well as the strong instincts of the crocodile dragon.
He can still restrain his stupid, brutal, and unintelligent instinct to kill and hunt. But in a few years, he will not be able to control his entire body, and in a few years, he may even know his name.
forget.
But that's not important.
"Holy place..."
The crocodile dragon let out a low roar, and the surrounding mud and waves rolled in response to the roar of this huge beast.
The 'key' inside Crocodile Dragon's body is also churning.
The four keys to the Ancestral Holy Land are the Key of Water, the Key of Forest, the Key of Earth, and the Key of Mist.
Now, except for the water key in the hands of the imperial people, all the keys have been gathered.
The three keys were vibrating in his body. It was definitely not just a physical vibration, but also a resonance in the blood. Ancient memories were resurrecting from the shaman's soul, and he felt a lofty mission.
It felt as if the light that tore through the dark ages was residing in the depths of his soul.
That's...their mission.
"Find the Holy Land, open the Holy Land..."
He whispered to himself softly, repeating the words that reappeared in his blood: "The Holy Land is the highest holiness, endless wisdom, and the destination and end we long for in life..."
"The Holy Land...is our salvation."
However, the Holy Land is gradually turning into a maze.
It's part of the natural cycle. He knew it.
But the formation of the labyrinth also meant changes to the Holy Land, and he could not accept this.
Not for any reason, his blood was angry, and the deepest will of his body was roaring. The circuits engraved by the ancient ancestors on the bottom of their souls and bodies told him...
--no.
——Absolutely not.
——You must take out the ‘core design’ from the ‘heritage place’ before the ‘alien ecosystem’ takes shape.
——We engrave such memories and thoughts into our blood just to preserve the ‘fire’!
——Failure is not allowed... Absolutely not allowed. If you can't even do this... then all the descendants of Sequoia Base, and even all the creatures in the ecosystem around Sequoia Base, should not exist!
"Failure is not allowed, absolutely not allowed."
Repeating the words in his memory, the great shaman's mind gradually returned to clarity: "The spirits of the ancestors... I understand. No matter what means, I will take back the key from the imperial people."
"This time...as long as we can capture the people on that ship...and capture that noble boy, Grant, no matter how reluctant he is, must return the key to me."
The Sequoia people and the foreign nobles did not reach any agreement...the other party just informed them of some information and was willing to pay a price to ask them to take action.
But from the beginning, the Sequoias required no price.
This is what they have to do...at all costs!
"And... it's not just that."
Closing three pairs of eyes, the great shaman was immersed in his past predictions.
——That boy...the white-haired boy back then, now the white-haired boy...
In the prophecy brought by Futaba of Foresight, there was no such boy. He had never been there, he had never appeared, as if he did not exist in this world at all.
But he exists—can and can continue to destroy his plans!
Whether it was the shelling six years ago or the raid not long ago... it was the same.
As expected, no one would encounter the troops they sent. They returned to the camp confused but safely.
But the reality is that the boy from the White People reappeared, killed all the soldiers, and ruined his cooperation plan with Feiyandi... everything went wrong.
The great shaman couldn't understand this at first. He didn't know why the holy object predicted Futaba would give wrong predictions... But just before going to sea, he figured it out.
In history, similar things have happened - two great shamans competed with each other for power. They ate the foresighted leaves at the same time, but neither one could predict the other's actions.
"That child...maybe, is a prophet."
"Only true prophets, those who truly receive the protection of prophecy and predict the future, will not be able to be predicted or predicted - as if they do not exist in the future at all!"
"Only a true prophet can make all preparations and wipe out the entire Fire Weapon Hunting Team with the first level of strength!"
Opening their scarlet eyes, the old man and the crocodile dragon let out a low roar at the same time.
——A prophet who wants to hide his identity? Ridiculous... Your enemy is not me at all, but all your compatriots!
Just wait, Prophet... Regardless of whether this attack is successful or not, your identity will be disclosed to everyone in Harrison Port!
Yes, they may not believe it...but how should a prophet who is suspected and speculated to be a prophet show his strength?
Moreover, he wanted to see how the prophet could fight against absolute violence—it was impossible for a mere first-level Wavesinger to defeat the dragnet he had laid!
The crocodile dragon no longer controls the mud and rocks, and it slowly sinks into the water.
The deep shadow lurked in the sea and began to swim rapidly towards the distance where the smell of blood came.
More than that.
Around O'Dell Reef, two huge and slender eel shadows crisscrossed like spirals and swam rapidly toward the southwest.
After six years, the natives came out in droves again.
at the same time.
The west coast of Port Harrison.
Scott came to the beach. He followed Ian's instructions, opened the wooden box, and then threw the contents into the sea.
Placed in the wooden box was a strand of white hair, which contained slight fluctuations in earth quality... He felt that it felt unexpectedly smooth, like some kind of fine silk.
And not long after he let down his hair, the sound of noisy water came quickly.
The metallic silver dorsal fin rides the wind and waves.
An armored shark appeared in front of Scott's eyes.
The young city guard and the armored shark looked at each other. Both sides seemed to have a familiar feeling... It was the aura of choosing to follow someone.
——It’s really amazing. When did Ian subdue an armored shark?
"I don't know if it's reliable, but take this sword and give it to him."
Thinking this in his heart and saying this in his mouth, Scott threw the long sword wrapped in oilcloth to the armored shark, and the giant shark also jumped up and held the long sword in its mouth.
Plop - before returning to the water, it even wagged its tail, as if saying goodbye.
Under Scott's gaze, the armored shark rode the wind and waves, chasing the breath that Ian released along the way - it was the far sea in the southwest, the center of the Thunder Web.
Similarly, on the other side of the sea, a pirate fleet from the East has also set sail... Through the message delivered by the internal correspondent, their sailing target is equally accurate.
And Ian raised his head, frowning, and he had a premonition of an inexplicable crisis.
"Are they coming? It seems that both the natives and pirates are about to set off."
Although he had known the news for a long time, the boy was a little worried because he could only foresee the crisis itself but could not know the specific content of the crisis.
But soon, he relaxed his brows.
——No matter what, he has made all preparations.
Even in the worst possible future, a future that even a prophet cannot avoid, he is confident that he can survive it with his strength.
The wind howled.
Many parties are gathering, and a web of conspiracy and mission has been intertwined.