Chapter 773 Graveyard of Ships <TOC> Chapter 775 Dark Figure Execution
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Several hundred miles away from Silver Palm Island, a colossal stingray floated upon the sea surface. Atop its back stood a strikingly handsome man with silver hair, his gaze extending towards the direction of Silver Palm Island.
His eyes sparkled with a faint glow, capturing the distant scenery in his sight.
After a moment, the man’s lips curled in a slight smirk, a glint of inexplicable brightness flickering in his eyes. “The Basket Witch’s people dare to probe the Leviathan at this time ne. The gates are shut; the Leviathan wouldn’t leave so easily ne.”
On the distant island, the Leviathan watched the sky with cold eyes, invisible high-frequency ripples began to radiate outwards. A woman with bat-like wings, who had been flying high, suddenly had blood pouring from her ears. Her vision blurred, and she plummeted into the sea.
The Leviathan, rolling its gigantic body, began to move towards the fallen woman.
Just as Leviathan was about to reach the unconscious woman floating on the sea, a sharp laughter tore through the sky.
The bat-woman’s eyes sprung open. Seeing the monstrous mouth inches away from her, a hint of panic flashed across her face. She bit her lip, skimming the surface of the sea as she fled, trying to escape the hunting range of Leviathan.
Leviathan’s enormous pupils narrowed into vertical slits, enveloping the bat-woman with an almost true knowledge wizard-level pressure in an instant.
The bat-woman was immobilized above the sea surface. Her face was full of despair as she forced herself to look southeast. The sunlight was blinding, her vision gradually fading. Finally, with a surging wave, she was swept into the gaping maw of the Leviathan.
The Leviathan let out a satisfied roar towards the sky, then twisted its body and curled up again at the edge of Silver Palm Island.
Meanwhile, on a tranquil sea surface to the southeast, a little girl sat on a bizarre basket, holding her chin in both hands. She had a shy yet morbid expression, emitting subconscious giggles.
Beside her, a lady with a face full of scars took out a lace fan to cover her mouth, whispering softly, “Mistress, it seems that the Leviathan indeed won’t leave the range of Silver Palm Island. Even during the chase just now, its tail was always coiled around the island.”
The one referred to as “Mistress” was the little girl on the basket. She tilted her head, still holding her chin with both hands, as if her head would fall off the moment she let go.
“Even so, it seems to be growing restless now. Hee-hee-hee, maybe it’s beginning to question why it has to stay here too?” The girl on the basket tilted her head, her eyes wide and round, but her pupils were darting wildly around their sockets, a sight that was deeply unsettling. “Little Pei, don’t you think?”
Little Pei was none other than the lady with scars all over her face, who also served as the head maid of Summer Dew Ridge—Lady Pei.
“You’re right, my Lady. Before this, the Leviathan wouldn’t harm a single blade of grass on Silver Palm Island. But now…” Lady Pei glanced at the wreckage that was once Silver Palm Island, her silence echoing with her unspoken words.
“The Leviathan may be inscrutable, but it’s not invincible. Its restlessness indicates that the time for the Vision Space to open is drawing near,” the little girl giggled.
“The seed of self-doubt has taken root and is about to bear fruit. When it does, the gate will open,” Lady Pei, standing atop the sea, responded, her fan folded, “My Mistress, we have some time before the fruit is ready to be plucked. Shall we return home in the meantime?”
The little girl nodded, one hand propping up her chin while the other patted the basket beneath her, “Hulu, let’s get ready to go home!”
The basket, once silently hovering above the sea, suddenly jolted a few times. A large mouth grew out from its protruding body, its red tongue curling around its lips as it made a sharp sound, “Hulu got it! Hold on tight, my lady, the Hulu Bus is ready to go!”
The little girl was amused into fits of giggles.
Meanwhile, Lady Pei turned her head to look at the place where the bat woman was devoured by the Leviathan, a trace of regret in her eyes.
Suddenly, the little girl on the “Hulu Bus” asked, “By the way, Little Pei, how is the investigation into Lucas going?”
Lady Pei shook her fan, lightly tapping her shoulder, “According to the message from Silkvine, Lucas appears to be normal. The biggest thing he’s done in his life is to tell a colossal lie that deceived the entire Anru Dynasty. I’ve reported this lie to you before.”
“No anomalies? Impossible. Keep investigating. Lucas must have some connection with the Vision Space.”
“Understood.” Lady Pei paused for a moment, “By the way, Silkvine brought another message. The new disciple that Phantom Master has taken in is currently conducting the Guide Mission on the Feran Continent.”
“Oh? The genius alchemist?”
As the two conversed, they gradually moved further away, until they disappeared at the edge of the horizon.
On the other side, the man on the back of the stingray watched them leave. After a soft chuckle, he murmured, “Brigitte, you can come out of stealth now, let’s go back.”
The stingray wagged its body and slowly submerged into the sea, disappearing as well.
…
Back at the ship graveyard, Angel was holding a disposable spatial capsule, filled with uncertainty as he tried to probe the situation inside.
The instant Angel’s mental tendrils barely grazed the spatial capsule, before he could even begin to probe, an unexpected event transpired.
At first, it was just the floor beneath his feet shaking. As Angel was left bewildered, an enormous collision echoed around him as if ships were crashing into each other. Even the vessel he was aboard couldn’t escape, caught in the heart of a multiple ship collision.
The furniture in the room began to tremble, bookshelves toppling over one by one, and even the skeletal remains in front of him were knocked off the seat.
With curiosity in his heart, Angel darted out of the cabin. As he ascended into the sky and surveyed his surroundings, surprise flashed across his eyes. The entire ship graveyard began to undergo drastic changes. The previously still waters were now churning, waves relentlessly pushing the densely packed shipwrecks. Many of the nearly decayed wooden structures crumbled into dust amidst the tumult.
Sounds of collapse and colossal impacts of colliding ships echoed from all directions.
Angel wondered if a sea monster had emerged from the depths, but a moment later, he felt a violent fluctuation in the energy of the surrounding space.
“Could a ship have teleported here from the Gear Abyss?” Angel furrowed his brows. If every errant ship’s arrival caused such a commotion, wouldn’t the ships in the graveyard have long decayed into debris? How could they remain so intact?
While Angel was still pondering, he discovered there was no spatial rift forming. The energy fluctuation was solely due to the entire island shaking!
“Could it be an earthquake?” Angel landed on the shore, distinctly feeling the tremors of the earth that stirred up tremendous waves.
Fissures opened in the ground, dead trees toppled over, waves crashed onto the island, bringing with them an overpowering stench of decay.
Fortunately, the earthquake didn’t last long. However, the damage inflicted on the graveyard of ships was significant.
Almost 80% of the vessels showed signs of collapse and sinking due to the earthquake. Even the ships that remained afloat were battered and broken, none remained whole.
Angel, at this moment, hovered in mid-air, his flying boots beneath him shimmered with a golden glow, and his cloak fluttered in the foul wind.
His expression was one of confusion, but not because of the earthquake. Just as the tremors had hit, he faintly heard a roar. It was akin to the call of some beast, filled with a sense of “self-doubt.”
What’s more, this animalistic roar seemed vaguely familiar.
However, he couldn’t quite place it.
“The cause of the earthquake may well be this beast. But where is it? Shrouded in the fog of the high seas, or perhaps beneath the small island?” Angel systematically dismissed each suspicion, as he felt that the sound of the beast did not originate from this region, but from… beyond the heavens?
But where in this plane is beyond the heavens?
Angel returned to the deck of the ship he had been on earlier. The cargo ship of White Shell Shipping Company had sustained some damage from the previous collision, but its quality far exceeded that of the surrounding wooden vessels.
Angel revisited the cabin of the guardian on the fourth floor, which was in disarray with scrolls and books strewn across the floor. A cursory glance revealed that the content mainly pertained to the Devil’s Sea area, similar to the books displayed in Roman’s cabin on the Cloud Conch.
Approaching the skeleton, he resumed his investigation of the contents of the spatial capsule, discovering that it mostly contained everyday necessities with a small portion related to the magical.
Among them, Angel found his identification card.
He did not immediately open it, as there were too many items in the single-use spatial capsule. Opening it would cause everything to spill out. Angel first continued his search in the room, finding a few pages of his own notes in the desk drawer in front of the skeleton. After ensuring nothing was missed, he finally left the cargo ship.
Returning to the island, Angel chose a spacious area and opened the one-time spatial capsule.
With a “pop”, after the smoke dispersed, a variety of items were piled in front of him.
With three Magic Hands at his command, he quickly sorted the different supplies, setting the everyday items aside. In front of him, however, was a heap of magical goods.
Angel first picked up his identification card, a piece similar to the bone card from the Savage Grottoes, potentially containing abundant information. However, it required the owner’s magic to unlock. Regrettably, with the owner deceased, the card could no longer be activated. Fortunately, some basic information, such as his name, was inscribed on the back of the card, which did not require magic to reveal.
“His name is… Haska.”
Angel fetched several pages of parchment that he had discovered on the man’s desk, scrutinizing the content within. Upon seeing that the signature at the end also read ‘Haska’, he was relatively certain that this Haska was likely the guardian behind the ship.
Haska’s narrative was similar to the logs found on the rest of the ship – they all mysteriously ended up here. However, his neat handwriting and deliberate choice of words indicated that Haska was relatively relaxed when he wrote these accounts.
Haska even noted, “Although the environment here is not ideal, there’s no danger. It’s suitable for isolation.”
However, Haska must have died not long after writing these words, as the subsequent dates were left blank.
As for the cause of death, Haska did not specify.
This raised Angel’s level of caution. Clearly, what Haska had perceived as “safe” was merely an illusion. There was likely some sort of danger lurking here.
After confirming that there were no other leads to follow, Angel began to organize Haska’s belongings.
“Glistening Velvet Potion, Decoding Elixir, Pheromone Changing Water, Windsor Witch Soup… all low-level potions, but the variety is impressive,” Angel remarked, categorizing the items according to their labels and storing them into his bracelet.
Chapter 773 Graveyard of Ships <TOC> Chapter 775 Dark Figure Execution