Clearly, the situation was...
Matlisa had noticed something, but the other party seemed clueless.
It seemed as if they knew different things.
Afterwards, Matlisa didn't kill the naga after all. Instead, she sealed their movements and their mouths.
She simply left them on the deck.
Matlisa took a deep breath and looked at the crowd.
"Our race once committed the sin of releasing a sea beast we once guarded. That beast was guarded because it was a descendant of the Sea God."
Hearing this, everyone raised their eyebrows, their expressions filled with surprise and curiosity.
How could a descendant of God still exist in the world even now, and they were completely unaware of it.
"This scion of the Sea God is imprisoned because he was invaded by the Abyss and betrayed the world.
This is what I knew before. Now that he was invaded by the Abyss, he must have participated in the destruction of the world."
Matlisa added, based on her own understanding.
After all, they had sailed the Infinite Sea for so long and had learned many of the world's secrets.
"According to the elders, many years ago, this scion of the Sea God used his abilities to influence a large number of his own people who were guarding him.
Eventually, they defected and fled with them, arriving in the Infinite Sea.
Thus, those of us who weren't corrupted and betrayed were also implicated and punished. To expiate our sins, we need to capture, or even kill, this scion of the God who escaped because of our fault."
"Strange! If he wanted to kill him, why didn't the Sea God do it himself?" Jason said, somewhat puzzled.
"That's easy. If you asked him to kill his own child, he certainly wouldn't be able to do it. Otherwise, why would he just keep him locked up? If he could, he would have done it long ago.
And since Matresha's race just happened to have made this mistake, she pushed the blame onto them. It's better than having to do it herself," Lucelia said from the side.
She has studied the most history, so she doesn't have a strong bias towards gods.
This is mainly because many of the records in the Great Library are simply shocking when viewed today. A careful perusal will completely remove any bias towards gods. They are just mortals, and many even possess less noble virtues than mortals.
After all, these gods are naturally powerful, and their moral values and emotions differ slightly from those of ordinary people.
Compared to these gods, the Four Gods are considered the moral paragons among them.
So-called gods possess the same emotions and desires as humans, though they possess greater power and a higher dimension than ordinary mortals.
But they still have emotions.
One can understand the need to punish one's own children for their mistakes. Yet, unable to do so, one must find a way to have someone else do it.
These are all understandable.
And the sins committed by Matlisa's race and their ancestors have coincided with this very situation.
"So... this time we're facing a descendant of a god?" Alka couldn't help but ask.
Hearing this, everyone pondered this question, falling into deep thought.
"The question now becomes, just how powerful is this descendant of a god?"
The vines controlled by Matlisa freed a Naga pirate from his restraints and dragged him toward them.
Alka looked at her and said, "Although it's hidden deep, if you look carefully, you can clearly sense the abyssal aura flowing through your blood."
This wasn't like the faint aura of the Abyss that coated their bodies after spending too much time in World Scar. This aura had already been absorbed into their very being, a clear sign of having fallen into the abyss.
And judging by the Naga's expression, she probably wasn't even aware of it herself.
Facing Alka and the others, the family continued to insult them.
Clearly showing no intention of answering their questions, they continued their abuse, even switching their language constantly, fearing that Alka and the others wouldn't understand.
Lucelia sat on Alka's shoulder, stretched out her hand, and grasped at the air.
The pirate who was insulting them froze in his tracks, then collapsed to the ground, his face pale as if dead.
But his soul was directly grasped out by Lusilia. After all, this pirate's strength was only at the third stage. Facing a sixth-stage being like them, he was essentially powerless to fight back.
The captured soul, under Lucilia's control, was like a puppet, powerless to resist, and even unworthy of a path to the next life.
This could be seen in the soul's lifeless eyes.
"Now you can begin asking questions."
Matlisa nodded and asked, "Do you know about the crimes committed by your ancestors?"
"Crimes? Ancestors? We are the sons of the Black Sea, born with great power." Clearly, they knew nothing.
"Are you worshipping a powerful being?" Matlisa pondered, then asked a more ambiguous question.
Faced with this question, the soul gave a definitive answer.
It seemed that such a being did exist; it must be the hidden son of the sea god.
"So what kind of being is he?"
Even the soul, now controlled by Lucilia and reduced to a puppet-like form, displayed a hint of enthusiasm.
The soul actually began to exude a faint aura of the abyss, and then began to answer: "That is the brutal turbidity of the deep sea, the dark filth of the deep sea. It is the being that grants us power. Under its leadership, we will eventually sweep the world with the darkness of the deep sea."
This was a classic doctrine of evil god worship. It must be said that the names of these gods and their various beliefs were the same, without a trace of novelty.
"What about you? Have you ever seen your god?"
Hearing Matresa's question, the soul shook its head regretfully.
"No, only true Black Sea Warriors, the High Priests of the Undercurrent, can meet the gods and receive their blessings."
"Are those Black Sea Warriors and High Priests of the Undercurrent you're talking about on the island?"
"No, they're leading their forces to attack other ships. The gods have decreed that it's time to sweep across the world.
All those teams heading for the World Scar are our targets for interception."
Everyone fell silent upon hearing this.
It seems the demonic gathering at the World Scar has an impact beyond the World Scar itself. It has also exposed the vast ocean, revealing all the hidden demons and monsters of the evil gods and cults.
Taking advantage of the situation to rob is perfectly natural.
Not to mention that this god's offspring is tainted by the Abyss, practically half a creature of the Abyss.
"How many troops are left on your island?"
"There are less than 50 Deep Sea Warriors on the island. The rest are wounded and members of our tribe who are unable to fight."
The answer was very clear and concise.
"When will the main force return?"
"According to the previous plan, it will take at least a week."
Everyone looked at each other immediately after hearing this. This was a perfect opportunity.
Then they inquired about some details about the island, including whether there were any ambushes or traps, and they had a nearly complete understanding of the situation.
"Let's attack the island directly," Alka said.
Since you're a group of evil god believers, you're not just a bunch of part-time pirates as they previously thought. You should be completely annihilated.
You could even be considered Matresa's enemy.
There was nothing to worry about anymore. Just wipe them out. They now had absolute force.
The pirates on the deck were immediately strangled and thrown into the sea.
The surrounding sea surface was dyed red.
Clouds enveloped them, quickly disappearing from the sky and attacking the island ahead.
Dawn's Voice, after a moment on the surface, followed slowly behind, making the pirates believe their men had succeeded.
Thanks to their speed, Alka and his men reached the island's airspace and observed it through the clouds.
The entire island was now on alert, everyone holding weapons. Not only could normal combatants be seen, but also some wounded, even women.
Even children were armed and on guard.
It was more like a bloodthirsty revelry than a wariness. Their fear wasn't of an attack by a strange ship, but rather of how to proceed and slaughter them.
They couldn't wait any longer.
Alka was above the clouds, blinking as he carefully surveyed the island.
Aside from the central Trial Tower, Alka didn't spot any threatening presence.
"Prepare to attack."
With those words, the group immediately burst forth from the clouds, descending from the sky into the enemy camp.
The sudden attack startled the pirates.
Who could have imagined that the enemy would descend from the sky, landing directly in their midst?
"It's the enemy! Attack together!"
Their sheer numbers ignited the pirates' passion. Then, they launched a frenzied attack.
Perhaps because there were so many people gathered here, the Abyssal Aura interacted, revealing blood-red veins and crimson eyes.
Even the children were so majestic. The Wind Demon had clearly been tainted by the Abyssal Aura, deeply ingrained in their very bones.
Each one of them was like a vicious villain.
They showed no mercy to the children. Under their attack, the old, weak, and sick proved powerless.
The only powerful pirate was a fourth-level pirate who possessed a Holy Grail-level artifact.
He was likely stationed here specifically to guard the camp.
Under close scrutiny, he was immediately dispatched by Alka, who descended from the sky.
He didn't even have time to see his enemy's face.
As they were slaughtered, the pirates finally realized something was amiss, and the raging blood of the abyss faded.
The pirates were terrified, some collapsed in terror, and others began to flee.
In just over ten minutes, all the pirates on the island were slaughtered.
Leaving behind were corpses scattered across the ground, emitting the aura of the abyss, which was still gathering.
The men, stained with blood, watched the gathering aura of the abyss with vigilance.
Some corpse twisters began to rise.
"Since when has the Abyssal Aura started doing the work of the undead?" Alka couldn't help but wonder.
The Abyssal Aura twisted, giving rise to a force of the undead, and corpses rose one after another.
The pirate at the fourth level, the one Alka had killed first, leaving only half his body, opened his mouth and stammered something.
"No matter who you are, you dare to capture my people. You will suffer the deepest death and darkness, damned invader."
The words were filled with anger, but coming from a corpse, the words seemed remarkably calm, almost mechanical.
Looking at the group of corpses rising again, Sofia waved his hand, and a white light swept across.
The rising corpses fell back down.
But this time, the gathered Abyssal Aura became a dark shadow.
Pure aura of the abyss.
The shadow stared at them, its eyes wide open like a ghost.
But his attention wasn't on Alka, but on Pororo and Matresa.
"Oh, let me see who's here, the messenger of my cowardly father?
A Storm Champion, a Tide Saint."
Facing the shadow, Pororo waved his hand, sending a stream of gray-white lightning lashing out. But it was only the shadow of a figure, not a corpse, and it didn't even have much offensive power, so the shadows regrouped.
"As expected of my father's followers, you're just like my cowardly father: brainless and prone to rage."
"And you, little girl. Are you here to kill me? Why don't you join me like your compatriots? I'm not like my father.
I love my followers dearly. I won't ask you to atone for your sins like he did. This is his own fault.
How ridiculous! These high-born gods are just like mortals."
If it had been Matresha before she arrived at the Infinite Sea, she might have been bewitched by him.
But now, Matresha had experienced so much and knew more of the world's secrets. She also knew the efforts made by the sea god who took his anger out on them.
So, honestly, the words of the dark figure before her had no effect on her.
"Are you the son of the sea god who fell into the abyss and abandoned the world?" Alka suddenly asked, looking at the dark figure.
"You impolite mortal! Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking." The shadow swelled and cursed at Alka. Then he looked at Alka: "Oh, so it's the saint of that hypocritical woman. Just like your gods, you have no manners at all and you're always meddling in other people's affairs, aren't you?"
"You're weak, aren't you? You're weak, you're hiding, afraid of being found, afraid of being killed by us mortals.
You've been in the Infinite Sea for so long, and yet we haven't heard of your deeds. Even your followers are masquerading as somewhat powerful pirates.
You're a son of God, aren't you? It seems you're afraid of your so-called cowardly father, aren't you? Afraid that even the slightest hint of your presence would attract your father's attention.
Killed by your father? A coward, you actually betrayed your own world and joined the devil's side?
Look at you now. Did the devils keep their promise to you? Apparently not, otherwise you wouldn't be like this, a lost dog.
You betrayed your world, your father, your people, and in the end, gained nothing."
Alka continued to curse.
He shouldn't have known this, but through his eyes, he actually saw many things he shouldn't have known, directly through the abyssal aura before him and the will attached to it.
This caused his words to hit home.
The shadow transformed by the abyssal aura before him was visibly getting furious.
"You, you damned mortal, how dare you be so disrespectful to a demigod? I will tear out your skin and bones and crush your soul to pieces."
Looking at the abyssal aura like this, Alka shook his head.
"No, you don't have the guts. If you were truly angry, you'd be attacking us right now. You're just a coward."
Clearly, the shadowy figure wouldn't stand a chance against Alcala, but his recent emotional fluctuations had already helped Alcala achieve his goal. The shadow dissipated, and a smile broke out on Alcala's face.
Then the entire place began to vibrate.
In the distance, a portal, emanating a deep, dark aura, appeared.
Cries of killing emanated from within.
Out rushed a group of deep-sea Naga dressed as pirates.
Clearly, this was the main force of the Naga, teleported directly back.
Judging from the aura of power and their recent performance, it was clearly the work of this Son of God.
It seemed he was truly furious.
Facing these incoming pirates...
A ray of moonlight suddenly appeared in the daylight, then slammed down from the sky.
Clad in Silver Moon Armor, Sofia plunged directly into the crowd.
The immense force exerted a suppressive force, then the ripples spread. A large number of pirates who had rushed out were instantly blown away by the immense force, flung through the air by the tremors.
After falling, they lay unrecognizable, scattered across the ground.
A pirate himself, Sofia's attack instantly stunned the newly emerged pirates.
They froze in place, weapons in hand, unsure whether to continue charging.
The instinct for survival held them back.
At this moment, several powerful figures emerged from the shadowy portal, which then vanished into thin air.
A figure dressed as a priest, holding a fishbone scepter, raised it and shouted loudly.
"Accept our Lord's blessing and become fearless warriors."
Crimson power and crimson lines appeared on the pirates' bodies.
The initial fear of Sofia was instantly suppressed.
Then, the powerful figures swung their snake tails like springs and charged towards Alka and the others.
In Alka's eyes, the priest's strength was in the middle of the sixth stage, and those powerful warriors were probably the Black Sea Warriors they had known before.
Only one had just entered the sixth stage, while the others were all at the peak of the fifth stage.
In other words, no one could pose a threat to them, unless one of them performed some kind of sacrificial ritual, allowing the power of the Son of God to be projected upon them.
This was a favorite tactic of these damned evil god believers.
"Let's end this quickly. The Son of God will definitely not give up."
Everyone nodded and rushed forward.
Faced with such overwhelming power, both the priest and the warrior were swiftly annihilated like chickens and dogs.
Watching the falling tribesmen, the high priest manifested a free throw ball shaped like a human skull.
It was a golden holy grail.
The fallen corpses rose to their feet.
It seemed he was controlling the corpse that had first spoken to them.
Alka's figure dissipated, appearing directly behind the priest.
The elemental power transformed into a sword, severing the priest's waist.
Severed in an instant, the snake's tail still struggled on the ground, its upper body thrashing from bewilderment to agony, but it was clear there was no chance of survival.
However, the skull-like treasure next to me continued to glow.
This man attempted to transform himself into undead.
The priest's body was merely two streaks of golden light.
Although his power had been interrupted by the sixth stage, with only two Holy Grail-level treasures, it was honestly difficult for him to have even the slightest impact on Alka.
Not only was there a disparity in strength, but there was also a vast disparity in treasures.
Under Alka's attack, he was practically powerless to fight back.
Watching the priest about to transform into undead, Alka shone with a sacred light.
Gaze upon this light, the priest knew he was doomed. He had no idea when his soul had become bound to his body.
"I, my god, will curse you."
"He's so frightened he's even hidden his tail," Alka said.
The sacred light was pressed down.