Chapter 309: The Superhuman Fish-man Hero |
The Fish-man Chieftain had just turned and left when the small, light-yellow fish-man couldn't wait any longer, opening its mouth with a series of "ba-ba-ba" sounds.
"What does it want to say? Pula, help translate." Qin Ziwen spoke while thinking that communication between the two races was also a major problem.
For now, there seemed to be one solution.
That was for the fish-man race and the human race to each submit their native languages into the Hundred Schools Book Tower.
Then, both sides would send out a portion of their tribesmen to learn the other's language respectively.
With the assistance of the Hundred Schools Book Tower, learning a foreign language shouldn't be too difficult.
Once people from both sides have learned the other's language, simple communication would be possible.
This was the first step.
The second step would be to popularize the language, allowing both sides to at least master simple conversational dialogue.
No matter how good a human's swimming skills are, they still fall short compared to fish-men.
"Master, it says they have gone to fetch the tribe's divine weapon."
Upon hearing this, Qin Ziwen raised an eyebrow with interest. To have survived the repeated attacks of the Thousand-Eyed Death God until now, this group of fish-men indeed had hidden trump cards.
He held the Hundred Jade Coral in his mouth and followed the small fish-man out of the temple.
By the faint fluorescent light of the coral, he saw muddy waves churning in the seafloor in the distance. Amidst the murky gloom, a massive black shadow was slowly rising.
This silhouette and size...
Gave Qin Ziwen a very familiar feeling.
Qin Ziwen instinctively stepped back, placing Chitu in front of him.
Chitu's horse lips peeled back, its ears pulled taut backward, its horse eyes wide with panic.
Not far away on the seafloor, a Thousand-Eyed Snake was grinding over the reef, gradually rising.
Its colossal body slid past the coral reefs, its cold, gloomy scales reflecting a dim, icy luster.
Wherever it passed along its path, the fish-men scattered and made way.
Qin Ziwen continued to retreat, prepared to activate the node at any moment.
However, as the Thousand-Eyed Snake drew closer, he detected a hint of something unusual.
Because when he cast his Insight ability toward it, it sank without a trace, receiving no feedback whatsoever.
Although, from its appearance, this Dry-eyed Snake's body was massive, compared to the agile Dry-eyed Snake from before, the movements of the one before him were unnaturally stiff, each twist carrying a sense of clumsy, halting jerkiness.
When it came completely close, Qin Ziwen finally saw clearly.
He could definitively conclude that this Dry-eyed Snake was absolutely dead!
Scales all over its body were covered in stitching marks, its shell was pitted and uneven, scales had fallen off in many places, showing severe wear and tear.
Its eye sockets were hollowed out into two pitch-black holes, exuding an aura of decay and pervasive death.
Its movements were filled with rigidity.
In terms of size alone, it was nearly sixty meters long, even larger than the living snake from earlier.
A thought drifted through Qin Ziwen's mind: the fish-man race actually possessed such a method.
Using a Thousand-Eyed Snake to deal with a Dry-eyed Snake.
However, the Dry-eyed Snake possessed various Superhuman abilities; it was unknown how many of those this dead thing retained.
This Dry-eyed Snake skeleton seemed to be familiarizing itself with its body.
The Fish-man Chieftain, including all those Priest Clan fish-men, had completely vanished.
In the center of the area, only this moving Dry-eyed Snake skeleton remained.
Qin Ziwen looked around, his gaze ultimately returning to the skeleton.
He had some guesses in his heart; those vanished Priest Clan members might be related to this suddenly appearing Dry-eyed Snake skeleton.
Cao Biansheng, who was following beside him, saw this giant snake and his eyes lit up. He thought of a certain possibility.
Gently pulling on the Guild Leader's arm, after returning to the temple, Cao Biansheng said, "Guild Leader, I suspect the reason that Thousand-Eyed Snake appeared here might have been attracted by its scent. Otherwise, the deep sea is so vast; there's no reason for it to suddenly appear here."
Qin Ziwen slowly nodded; he felt the same way.
He had the same speculation.
At that very moment, the Thousand-Eyed Snake skeleton slowly swam toward the undersea temple, gradually opening its massive maw.
Seeing the snake's mouth open, Du Yu and the others quickly scattered and avoided it.
Between the jaws, a robust figure pushed apart the upper and lower mandibles and swam out from within.
It was precisely the Fish-man Chieftain who had just disappeared.
After the Fish-man Chieftain emerged, it entered the temple.
Pula relayed the message: "Master, it says this is a snake puppet left behind by the ancestors. During battle, a fish-man Superhuman needs to enter it to operate it. When the fight starts later, we shouldn't get too close. If they fail, we must escape immediately. If the Dry-eyed Snake is severely injured, we have a chance to try Finishing Off Wounded Targets, delivering the final blow."
Seeing this, Qin Ziwen narrowed his eyes. A chill ran through his heart. The Fish-man Chieftain was yielding the final blow, meaning it knew that when they hunted monsters and delivered the final blow, they could obtain cards.
Of course, the fish-man ancestors were also once residents of the Shedding Abyss, so it wasn't strange for them to know. This was probably intentionally giving away the kill.
After the Fish-man Chieftain finished speaking, it burrowed back into the giant maw of the snake puppet. Once it entered, the snake puppet closed its mouth, its body swayed, and it swam with its massive frame, slowly heading south.
Qin Ziwen narrowed his eyes and took out the Recruitment Card he had just obtained.
A great battle was about to begin. Having one more unit of strength meant one more measure of chance for victory.
No matter what thoughts the Fish-man Chieftain harbored, the loyalty of recruiters summoned through Home was one hundred percent.
Leaving the temple, he crushed the advanced Recruitment Card.
"Boom—"
Purple-golden light expanded, instantly engulfing a large area of the surrounding space, illuminating the seawater all around like a purple-gold solution, causing it to boil and churn violently.
Not far away, the fish-men who hadn't yet dispersed all turned their heads to look in this direction.
They sensed an aura that made their bodies tremble, yet also felt somewhat familiar.
Luoen sensed something, sliding a step and nimbly shrinking behind Qin Ziwen, peeking out with half its head.
Qin Ziwen raised his head, the purple-gold light illuminating his cheeks.
Until the light slowly receded like a tide.
A majestic, powerful figure emerged from the depths of the light and shadow.
It stood there silently, its entire body covered in a glaze-like deep blue skin, the color cold and hard. Under the faint light, it emitted a soft matte sheen.
Its physique bore some resemblance to the Fish-man Chieftain's, yet it was more imposing, robust, and brimming with the perfect proportions of an apex predator.
The deltoid and trapezius muscles around its shoulders and neck were extremely developed, rising and stacking like mountain ridges.
From a distance, its upper body resembled an explosive, powerful inverted triangle.
Its head was square and thick, with a broad jaw, its biting structure clearly visible. A pair of gilded vertical pupils were set within deep eye sockets.
Water currents swept past its broad lower jaw. Several light-gray, trench-like lines, like fissures, extended smoothly down along the curve of its neck, passing over the mountainous undulations of its chest, all the way down between the abdominal muscles of its belly.
Merely standing in place, a powerful aura of intimidation emanated from its entire being.
[Superhuman · Dark Reef Mountain · Fish-man (Mogu): ☆★★★★]: Level 4 Deep Sea Constitution, Level 4 Reef Skin, Level 4 Abyssal Fortitude, Level 4 Vengeful Vortex
The fish-men in the distance swayed their tails uneasily, gazing at this unfamiliar fish-man in terror.
Mogu turned around, its towering seven-meter-tall body, and knelt on one knee.
Even though it was kneeling amidst the water currents in mid-sea, it gave Qin Ziwen a sense of being firmly rooted in the seabed.
Its abdomen undulated, emitting a deep, resonant voice: "Mogu pays respects to his master."
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