Unknown to its name, the sticky monster kept floating up from the falling two people. They tried to interfere with the two people who sank into the sea, but Cyril had already ruthlessly circled a region around him and blew up a bitter breath in the water.

He briefly adapted to the feeling in the water and was able to breathe and move freely.

Then, he also opened the Book of Heroes. With the gentle chanting, the spirit knight Sir Mlak and the Lion King Chariot Hedloren appeared at the same time, and he and Neil Alden sank towards the seabed.

The monsters that created all this chaos were just below their ship. If Cyril was not mistaken, it should be a tentacle that was the same as the tentacle that wiped out the Sea God Guard cruiser in the picture. If his strength does not exceed the professional level, he should be able to solve it with Alden.

He conveyed his preparations to the two spirit knights in spirit to alert him to the surroundings, and at the same time, he gestured to Alden to make preparations for battle at any time.

Cyril himself is not afraid of the deep sea. In his perception, the seabed is nothing more than two threats: "warfare" and "darkness".

He has a dark vision, and darkness cannot even constitute interference to him. Warcraft can be regarded as an incarnation of experience value for players. At most, it will scare him and will not cause fear.

But at this moment, as the height continued to sink, he felt an empty sense of fear in his heart.

Is the seabed around Juver Island that deep? Why has it been dived for so long and not yet reached the end?

This fear comes from the so-called "unknown".

When he began to pay attention to this, he immediately discovered that the monsters that had been floating around had disappeared, and even the two spirit knights and ascetic monk Neil Alden disappeared!

"Is this a trap that separates me from them? Or... the attack has already begun?"

Cyril stopped sinking at a height and pulled out the long sword at his waist. When his fingers smeared the crimson gem on his handguard, the gem immediately screamed.

But the scream had just come to mind, and a long and majestic voice sounded from Cyril's body:

"town……"

The surrounding sea water was trembling under the sound, but Cyril immediately savored the wrong thing: in the original sea water, the surrounding water element magic was constantly disappearing due to the vortex of the gods' protection, gathering towards the seven Providence-class fearless transport ships.

However, the magic power around at this moment was evenly distributed like in the normal sea, just like the gods connecting the sea and sky did not exist.

It's too fake. At least you have to do a full set of shows.

Cyril, who had completely seen through this, vented his magic without any reservation, even if the elemental pool of stroke in the sea water could not get any supplies. The elemental magic that was vented in an instant immediately stirred up the "calm" around him into chaos.

As the surrounding sea water turned into dense bubbles, Cyril gradually saw the real situation around him:

He had already stood at the bottom of the sea, and his feet were a disgusting touch that made people feel trapped in it. He looked down at the vast white area and could not find the sand on the bottom of the sea.

Around them, the two spirit knights stood quietly. Outside them was a white film cover nearly five meters high, like a huge jellyfish, constantly shrinking its "mouth" and gradually swallowing them into the narrow space.

As Cyril woke up, the cold light bloomed into silver flowers in the sea water. The long sword instantly tore the film into pieces.

The hallucination that was imposed on his spirit was completely shattered, and Cyril immediately regained his vision at the bottom of the sea—they were surrounded by the disgusting and soft white under their feet, completely consistent with the slimy creatures.

A few meters away from Cyril, a white film that had shrunk to almost only one person was constantly squirming, and Neil Alden's figure could be vaguely seen.

Ascetic monks will also be restricted by spiritual illusion arrays?

He was puzzled. Church professions often had strong spiritual resistance. They relied on their own piety to the gods they served to resist those spiritual harassment.

Rarely, church professions are controlled by mental hallucinations, and mentally resolute people can even exempt mental attacks up to thirty levels.

And ascetic monks should be the best among them.

This made Cyrill temporarily put aside his thoughts of rescuing him. He paid attention to the surrounding environment and slowly approached Neil Alden.

Through the white film, he could still see the face under the film. At this moment, he was showing a painful and entangled look, and his face was twisting.

"I'm really trapped in a mental hallucination." Cyrill frowned slightly, and saw Alden's body twitching constantly. It was obvious that he had completely fallen into a disadvantage in a mental hallucination. When the white film was surrounded, it was time for him to be swallowed.

He didn't plan to watch anymore. He was about to draw his sword, but there was a hot feeling at the place on his waist, which made him take a breath. He reached out and touched the inner armor, and the white jade coral statue appeared there again, emitting heat.

"Did you tell me not to disturb him?" Cyril looked at the white jade coral statue in confusion. The moment he put down the sword, the burning sensation of the coral statue disappeared instantly; and as soon as he raised his hand, its heat began to gradually increase.

While he was hesitating, his light swept across Alden's face, but found that the ascetic monk who was in great pain just now suddenly returned to his position and calm.

It was like a priest explaining the scriptures to his believers, his lips kept squirming, as if he was telling a long scripture.

And his body no longer trembles as his face returns to normal.

Even the white film that was about to swallow it completely began to expand, as if it was about to spit him out.

Then, the ascetic opened his eyes.

The white film made a leaking sound, and after squeezed out a ball of bubbles, it looked like a jet of air, spraying and disappearing in the water.

"Master Earl." Alden looked at the half-elf boy in front of him and nodded slightly, "You are troubled."

"You're not injured, are you?" Cyrill asked in confusion, and Alden nodded, "I'm fine, but I've had a somewhat... bizarre dream."

"As for the content of the dream..."

He was about to speak, but a strange vibration came from his feet.

"Let's talk when you go back." Cyril stopped his speech, holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, and shouted in a low voice: "Sir Mlak, go ahead and take a look."

"Yes, Legion Commander!"

Mlak replied with a high spirit. He then lifted the sword in his hand and strode forward on the water, but after walking less than ten meters, Cyril discovered an abnormality-

As Mlak continued to move forward, those white and sticky things were increasingly entangled in his body, and their colors gradually became darker and vaguely condensed into entities...

"Mrak! Void!" He immediately issued the order. When the Spirit Knight executed his order and turned his body into nothingness, the white mucus wrapped around him instantly turned into tentacles, twisting them hard where he was standing!

If Mlak was not a spirit body, but a living person, he had been completely strangled by tentacles and turned into a meat paste!

This scene without a drop of blood flowed out made both of them take a breath of cold air. Mlak, who had recondensed his spirit body and formed, floated above the place where he was "strangled". He turned around with lingering fear and looked at Cyril.

"Legislature Commander, do I still want to move forward?"

"No."

Cyril called him back, and he was on standby, waiting with Hedloren for Cyril's next command.

"Sir Earl, do you have any flaws?" Alden asked, looking at the contemplative half-elf boy.

"I guess... all this around us-" Cyrill stretched out his hand and pointed to the monster floating upward around him, pointing to the mucus under his feet, and pointing to the white films, "These all belong to individuals."

"A...individual?" Alden's eyes were rounded, "How is this possible?"

"It can freely differentiate its body into a sticky thing, expanding its cover in this way."

"These sticky things will be combined with white films to swallow the monsters under the sea, and then transform into their appearance - that's why there are monsters like hammerhead sharks, sea lizards, etc. on the deck."

"This is an extremely rude and domineering way of aggression. By constantly devouring and transforming, it eventually turns the area it wants to occupy completely into a part of itself... To be honest, I have never heard of such a thing..."

"And what's even more terrifying is that the individual we recognize may be just a 'part' of a larger individual."

A tentacle monster with only one tentacle is not worthy of being called a tentacle monster.

This is something that Cyrill has never heard of in the game. He claims to have seen a lot of knowledge. He has turned over the monster illustrations in the library alone. He should remember most of the rare monsters in his mind.

But it is so huge that it is difficult to explore, and even part of it is enough to take a sea area as its own...

Why didn't there be a single word in the game?

He thought hard, murmured:

"In fact, it is not difficult to get out of it. No matter how terrifying its original body is, we are facing only one-part of it. In our current form, these one-parts have undergone countless differentiation. With professional magic, it should be possible to easily clear out a large area..."

He was chanting, and when he glanced at Alden, he found that the ascetic looked solemn at the moment, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his lips kept opening and closing, as if he was chanting something.

He got closer and heard the low moan from the other person's lips:

"The devourer devours everything that he desires to devour, but his power is boundless. He breaks the sea water into a sharp sword, dividing it drop by drop...

The devourer was imprisoned in the sea fog. He allowed the sea fog to dissipate and prevent it from being reorganized forever..."

Alden raised his head and looked at Cyril with bright eyes: "Sir, I know what we are facing."

"It is written in "Sea Neural Volume 14, Crime and Punishment."

"Devourer, Vishlingen."

"Devourer, Vishlingen?" Cyril repeated the name.

"Yes, this is the enemy sealed by Lord Yurira himself. At the end of the year when the gods turned into stars, the world was undergoing drastic changes."

"The Devourer Vishlingen is a monster that appeared in that period. It emerged from the depths of the abyss. No one knew how huge its form was, because it was not devouring everything around it all the time."

"It devours sea water, sea beasts, clouds, rain, and light. Wherever it passes, only the nothingness that has been erased."

"Mr. Yurila personally took action to fight, transformed every drop of sea water into a sharp blade, fought against infinitely endlessly, and finally completely divided it and imprisoned in the sea fog..."

Alden retelled the relevant description of Hai Nervous and couldn't help but shake his head, "I should have thought of it long ago, and I should have thought of such content would be recorded in the volume of "Crime and Punishment"..."

Cyril listened to all this silently, integrating the rest with his own ideas, and asked:

"So what we are facing is the terrifying guy in the First Civilization Era that needs the gods to deal with it personally?"

"Yes...but not." Alden nodded, then shook his head, "It is the same in nature as the Vishlingen at the beginning, but as time goes by and the endless years pass, it is no longer the intensity of the original..."

"But it may also return to its original strength," Cyrill said, "If you give it enough time and let it swallow endlessly, it will become back."

"But in the world now, there is no 'god' that can stop it."

At this moment, Cyril finally understood why Aosaint Emma spent such a great price to fight this monster. He even felt that the Aosaint Emma was a little stingy. Why didn’t he just go on the ground with fourteen statues, drive fourteen ships, and use fourteen gods to protect—

But it's too late to say anything now. Now the Osaint Emma people are fighting with their all their might against this monster that might destroy everything, and he just learned the truth.

But……

Why, in theory, Stanny Clemens, the bishop of Harbor Temple, planned to release such a monster?

What was he planning?

And the problem is more than that - Cyril did not forget what Marion said: the materials he prepared were far less than Stanny Clemens asked, but the effect at this moment was far more than everyone expected by the participants in the plan.

The person responsible for collecting the materials was Evan Saxon.

A leader of the port mafia, a puppet of the upper class of New Orway Port.

What did he do?
Chapter completed!