This raid launched by the unfamiliar deep-sea community finally subsided completely in the second half of the night.
The original "Color of Life" encirclement that accompanied the fleet's continuous march and continued to interfere with the communication secrets gradually collapsed as the attack of the community creatures failed. When these strange colors completely disappeared into the night, all those who had suffered before
The disrupted magic rituals and other sophisticated tools also returned to normal at this moment.
The wind and waves on the sea are still a bit strong, but overall, it is much calmer than before.
The losses suffered by the fleet were not large and were completely within the acceptable range. Except for the gunboat that encountered a group of sea beasts and boarded the ship directly, the other ships basically did not suffer direct impact or damage, and the losses of personnel were also very slight.
On several ships that had activated emergency protection rituals in advance, there were basically no more losses except for a few unlucky ones who were swept away by those deformed sea beasts during the battle.
The commanders on the remaining military ships quickly mobilized. They each transferred a small number of their own crew members and sent them to the gunboat that had suffered a heavy hit to help it resume normal operations.
In the second half of the night, the busiest people were the mages and apprentices on these ships.
After personally experiencing the terrorist attacks of these abnormal objects, even those who had paid the least attention to these matters in the past would involuntarily become nervous and cautious. After Xiuge's reminder, they gathered together a few weapons from several ships
An alchemical container was created that could hold the fragments of flesh and blood and aberrant tissue. After using magic to dig out the horrific fragments bit by bit, the mages took on the task of cleaning them up.
There is no way. If you want to deal with the impact of these monsters, it is definitely not enough to rely on boatmen using mops and other cleaning tools. If possible, the crew members on the ship even want to use those alchemical solvents to wash these ships several times.
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We continued to work like this until dawn, and finally the tragic scenes on the ship were initially resolved. But even so, in the dim morning light, people could still smell the strange smell of flesh and blood on the ship.
This smell is a bit pungent, but because of the "Color of Life", it also contains a faint sweetness.
"Damn, I feel like I'm taking a bath in rotten wine!"
In the banquet hall of the Windless One, a nobleman from the Principality of the Plains complained softly to his companions, and such words drew eye rolls and warnings from the diplomats beside him.
"Sir, you'd better restrain yourself. Everyone has seen what happened last night... We are the ones under protection now, so don't let the past problems come out!"
As he spoke, the cautious official moved his gaze to the other side of the banquet hall, where a young man who had just changed his clothes was sitting. Opposite him was the scholar Le Geer with a bad reputation.
After winking, the official whispered: "I saw it through the window last night. If someone pissed off Mr. Shuge, he might really throw someone directly off the boat... I think he can do it.
Come out, and I’m afraid the mage from the Legal Committee won’t say a word!”
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, look, the cowards on the plains are like this."
The will of the Ernst family, who had been monitoring the entire Windless One for several days, naturally would not let go of this discussion. Jacob, who was responsible for monitoring the two officials, almost immediately passed on what they said to
Liao Xiuge: "In fact, as long as you show some military characteristics, they will start to be afraid and stubbornly want to label you as a barbarian..."
"That's right, that's right!"
Another family will agreed with this, and he echoed: "If we really want to deal with these cowards, there is no need to throw them overboard? There are many ways!"
Xiuge didn't pay much attention to these discussions. He coughed twice in the spiritual world, signaling them to keep quiet, and then focused on the conversation in front of him.
Scholar Legere seems to be in very bad shape right now.
His complexion was extremely poor, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, but he seemed extremely excited. His already funny huge nose was even more red due to the fluctuations in his emotions. In addition, he had an experiment that exuded a weird smell.
It made him look like one of those researchers who drank strong drinks and got into a fight by the way to celebrate the success of their experiment.
"They are one, they are one!"
Legere held the empty cup in his hand, as if he was really drunk, muttering in his mouth: "That's not magic, it's definitely not magic, but it's a bit like magic... uh,
Like the description in the Law of Magic, some invisible thread connects everything in the world, damn, what am I talking about?"
He read quickly into the empty cup, then raised his head and looked at Sugar: "Mr. Ernst! You are the person who has the deepest contact with them, right? You must know something else, tell me!"
"..."
Xiuge stared at the scholar in front of him for two seconds.
In fact, he had just finished solving some things in his hands when he was dragged here directly by Le Geer.
It seems that the attack that occurred last night and the newly collected samples must have brought some new discoveries and revelations to this guy. However, these powers and creatures related to ancient gods and possessing extremely special forms are destined to...
It brings serious confusion to today's scholars.
Just like Weilin's previous study of "Poetry of the Night", every time it seems to have made breakthrough progress, she will immediately encounter more weird and abnormal puzzles, and she wants to use the inherent habits and logic of Vann scholars to analyze
It is very easy for them to fall into this vicious cycle.
Looking back carefully, it seems that it was precisely because of these reasons that there were so many cases of being regarded as "madmen" among Van En scholars who studied evil magic and lost history.
"Scholar Luger, you need to stay calm."
Xiuge picked up a clean spoon and gently tapped the rim of his cup. With the crisp sound, the magic that could soothe people's emotions and calm people spread out, like a basin of ice water.
On Le Geer's forehead.
After the scholar in front of him calmed down a little, Shuge said: "Do you still remember what I said before? As long as conditions permit, I am very willing to support some of your academic research and projects."
Hearing this sentence, Le Geer raised his eyes cautiously: "Mr. Ernst, do you mean, like the Big-eared Goblin Chamber of Commerce?"
"No, it's not."
Shuge shook his head: "I don't expect to gain any benefits or fame from these studies, and of course, I don't expect to be your employer."
Le Geer finally let go of his cup and couldn't help but shrink back: "So... what do you mean?"
"If conditions permit, I would prefer to cooperate with you, or... Dawn Society will probably need a real expert who specializes in these things and topics."
Xiuge did not hide his true thoughts. After witnessing those marine communities beginning to tentatively understand and observing the development of land creatures, he knew that the civilizations on land also needed to speed up their understanding of the enemy.
Otherwise, with the terrifying power and potential displayed by the community lifeforms, it may not be long before they can figure out a set of evolutionary methods to deal with the current situation.
They are already weird enough now, and Xiuge doesn't want to encounter more troublesome opponents in a short period of time.
"Dawn Club...uh, Dawn Club, okay, I just know."
Le Geer's expression became a little gloomy. He was silent for a while before he raised his eyes: "These conditions... I can accept it, completely accept it. Anyway, these things have happened now. The Big-eared Goblin Chamber of Commerce in the Principality of Bult will definitely
It won't be easy, right? In other words, I have actually lost my sponsor, so I just need to find another one..."
"No, Scholar Legere, you have misunderstood."
Xiuge shook his head: "If Dawn Society really starts to cooperate with you, then we will not necessarily adopt the form of academic sponsorship. There will be a dedicated person to discuss the specific matters with you."
"In order to express my personal sincerity and that of Dawn Society, I will share with you some of the things I know in the hope that they can be helpful to your research and projects."
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The cold wind blows.
Residents need to live after all, and not everyone has the ability and courage to escape to a foreign country at any time.
Therefore, after being silent for such a period of time, the capital of St. Steele, which had been completely controlled by the Black Sun Society, has regained some of its former appearance.
The difference is that people walking on the street always lower their heads unconsciously now, and the sculptures of the God of Life and the Fire of Life that were originally seen everywhere have now completely disappeared, replaced by
The Mysteries of the Black Sun are erected directly above intersections and important buildings.
Gloomy and profound power is constantly emanating from the ominous sculptures and patterns. Coupled with the huge black shadow hanging above the head, everyone here does not dare to raise their head at will, as if there is a shadow on their neck.
There is a huge iron lock hanging on it.
Although the streets and buildings are generally the same as in the past, there are always scenes on these roads that ordinary people cannot understand.
The members of the Black Sun Society seem to possess some strange powers. Not only the mages, but also the soldiers who join the society and serve it, can also undergo some amazing changes.
These new members who voluntarily join the association call this change a "favor" or "blessing."
They became bigger and stronger. Although some of them were still unable to use magic, under the influence of beliefs that they themselves could not understand, they began to feel the existence of magic, and therefore were able to use some magic.
Weapons to mobilize magic.
This opened up to many people an unprecedented possibility.
That is to say, the miracles that have been monopolized by professional mages for thousands of years now seem to have finally broken free of their shackles and truly come before their eyes.
Although it is full of unknowns, it is really fascinating.
What surprised people even more were some monsters driven by members of the Black Sun Society.
They are some kind of magical creatures that look like small wolf dogs, but are obviously different. Their bodies are slender, slightly smaller than ordinary wolf dogs, and their heads are particularly long and slender, and they have four intersecting branches.
Interlaced huge tines.
They have thick, jet-black hair, and a long, rat-like tail trailing behind their bodies.
This creature is called "Dark Dog" by them.
Now, the residents of St. Steele can always see the members of the Black Sun Society who follow the Dark Dogs to search - these strange monsters seem to have the ability to trace spellcasters and traces of magic. In the past period of time
Here, many hidden Law Council mages and people who tried to resist the Black Sun Society were tracked by them.
Once found, these people have very limited choices.
Either choose to join the association, or disappear silently from this world.
In addition to the Dark Dog, the association has also summoned some weird beings that are even more difficult to understand, such as suspended black eyeballs - they often float near the Black Sun Mystery, with translucent lines connecting them to the Mystery.
Anyone passing near the instrument will be forced to accept their observation.
At some important intersections, people can see a special creature driven by the Black Sun Society as a mount.
Their shape looks like a huge draft horse, but they have six long legs for running and supporting the body. Their heads are long and narrow but have no eyes, and there are membrane-like wings growing on their backs.
The members of the association call them "Ashalu", and the specific meaning is naturally unknown to ordinary people.
Just this morning, a shrill howl sounded from the sky in the city. It was the noise that "Ashalu" would make when it was about to land. Within a few seconds, residents walking on the main road of the capital city of St. Steele saw a sound.
A shadow appeared from the air above his head, and its huge wings flapped continuously, leading the messenger riding "Ashalu" towards the direction of the former royal palace.
A few minutes later, the huge "Asharu" landed in the royal square where countless important people had been killed, and the messenger in the association's robe turned over.
Two haggard-looking "servants" with magic marks on their faces came forward and delivered a huge wooden barrel filled with minced meat in front of "Asharu". They were both former members of the Legal Committee.
So are the ones in.
In this way, the courier carrying important information and letters set foot on the stairs to the interior of the palace.
He has exciting news to deliver to the association's leaders.