After a brief, fierce battle, all the deep-sea naga that had fallen into the abyss were eliminated.
Leaving behind was another pile of fresh corpses.
Compared to the less powerful beings previously eliminated, the deep-sea naga before them, teleported back by the Son of the Sea God, were far more powerful.
As formidable as they were, one could clearly sense the power of the abyss emanating from them.
They felt like the cultists and the original beasts of the World Scars, transformed by the abyss.
Especially these powerful naga before them, all exhibited varying degrees of physical changes.
Many of these changes had penetrated deep into their very being, a fact evident upon closer inspection.
Even in appearance, they gave off a far more sinister impression than Matlisa.
All that could be said was that they still maintained the form of a four-armed naga.
Looking at the corpses before her, Lusilia reached out, controlling the soul energy and dragging out the soul of the priest Alka had just killed.
The priest's soul was filled with filth, and many aspects of it had already taken on demonic characteristics.
Controlling the soul and beginning to decipher its information, Lusilia began to examine the information they sought.
However, just as she examined the soul before her, it exploded and dissipated like smoke before their eyes.
The souls of the other corpses followed suit.
"These souls are under the control of others and have dissipated," Lusilia said.
Alka observed this and couldn't help but smile. "It seems that the Son of the Sea God is in much worse condition than we thought."
This situation perfectly demonstrated that the Son of the Sea God did not want Alka and the others to know his whereabouts.
It seemed that the previous state was just a bluff.
There were only two possible scenarios.
First, he was afraid of his father, fearing that the Sea God would find his exact location and bring down divine punishment upon him.
Second, he was afraid that Alka and his companions would find him and kill him.
Because, if Alka and his companions were to be placed in the Golden Age, they would undoubtedly be powerful demigods.
After all, normally, one can begin ascending to godhood at the eighth stage.
Alka was already at the seventh stage.
According to their speculation, in ancient times, the so-called demigod class should have begun at the sixth stage, which is why the sixth stage began to spread their fame in the Infinite Sea.
Because this is considered a demigod stage, one can rely on fame to stabilize some human souls in the world.
"So what should we do now? Should we just abandon him?" Sofia asked.
After all, the current situation is not good. The world is scarred and in need of support.
The sooner they gathered all twelve towers, the sooner they could accumulate enough power for the World Scar.
At this moment, emerald green vines sprouted from the earth, enveloping the surrounding corpses and dragging them into the mud.
Matlisa looked at the bodies, silently burying them.
"They should be buried at sea, but... they are sinners of the sea, and the sea god will not be willing to extradite them. Let them be buried in the mud; this too will be a form of punishment."
Matlisa muttered to herself as the vines dragged corpse after corpse into the mud.
Eventually, even the surrounding simple buildings and belongings from the camp were dragged into the mud.
She sat there blankly, her thoughts unclear.
Watching this unfold, Jason suddenly nudged Pororo beside him with his elbow. Pororo looked at him, his eyes filled with questioning questions.
Watching this situation, Jason took a deep breath, his forehead throbbing with veins.
"Can't you see she's in a bad mood? You should go comfort her."
Hearing Jason's whispered reminder, Pororo nodded in sudden realization and strode forward.
He reached Matresa.
Looking at Pororo standing before her, Matresa looked up at him, a look of confusion on her face.
Her eyes revealed a questioning look.
Pororo's large hand placed on the back of Matresa's head, pulling her close to him.
This was a technique he had learned from Alka, and it seemed quite useful.
Matresa clung to him, her confusion growing even greater.
Then she came to her senses, looking up at Pororo's face.
"Pfft, hahahaha."
For some reason, she burst into laughter.
"What's wrong?" Pororo asked, lowering his head in confusion.
"Nothing," Matlisa said with a smile.
The others around them saw that while the process seemed a little off, at least the outcome was good, and they couldn't expect too much.
Alka looked at Sofia and said with a smile, "He thought that if he could disperse these souls and prevent us from finding his hiding place, he could remain in hiding forever.
Obviously, he's overthinking it. He can't get away."
As Alka spoke, a golden light flashed in his eyes.
Originally, he couldn't see anything, but this son of the sea god had to use the aura of the abyss to merge with a portion of his own soul, transforming into that monster to speak to them.
Alka had previously spoken to him, stirring his emotions, precisely because he wanted to break through this flaw and discover the exact location where his soul energy was emanating.
Adding to this, the portal opened by the fog, Alka had indeed found it.
Those eyes that saw through secrets saw even more through the flaw.
If the son of the sea god still wanted to hide beneath these eyes, it would be utterly impossible.
Alka had completely located his hiding place.
"You found it?"
Hearing this, Alka looked at Sofia and nodded.
"Let's talk about this later when we get back to the ship. First, take away the Trial Tower."
As he spoke, Alka collected several Holy Grail-level treasures from the vines that had grown around them.
These Holy Grail-level treasures were all from the priests and Black Sea warriors.
There were six items in total, two of which were carried by the priest alone.
However, they were all Holy Grail-level treasures, essentially useless to Alka and the others right now.
Alka took a quick look, removed one of the items, which had a very poor carrier, and tossed it into the Molten Tower. The others were piled with the previous items.
After passing through the deserted buildings,
they arrived at the central Trial Tower.
Under his control, the Earth Card completely cut through the base of the Trial Tower. It lifted the tower, along with the soil beneath, and placed it in the small world, alongside the other two towers. This way, they had three towers.
"Let's go, it's time to leave."
Everyone nodded and quickly returned to the ship.
As the Voice of Dawn began to move,
Alka spoke, watching the group from the deck.
"I've discovered the hiding place of this son of the Sea God. But what's interesting is that for a son of the Sea God, he's not hiding in the deep sea, but on an island. I find it a bit strange.
As a son of the Sea God, hiding in the deep sea would be more appropriate and safer, right?"
He was a little confused.
Hearing this, Lucelia reflected and said, "Because the sea is the domain of the Sea God, he might be afraid of his father. He's afraid his father will find him. So, he obviously can't hide in the sea forever. Wouldn't that expose him to his father's domain?
If you think about it that way, hiding on an island is actually quite normal."
Hearing Lucelia's words, everyone nodded, as it seemed perfectly reasonable.
"Never mind. Let's head straight for that island. It hasn't strayed too far from our route. We'll only waste two or three days at most."
Hearing Alka's words, everyone nodded.
The reason they had to kill this Son of the Sea wasn't anything else, but naturally, Matresa.
This was the primary reason Matresa became a Saint and left her race to journey to Worldscar.
As Matresa's companions, they should assist Matresa in eliminating the Son of the Sea Beast.
And, by the way, eliminate the sins committed by Matresa's race's ancestors.
This would free Matresa's people from the shackles.
...
Late at night.
A small island was surrounded by a storm, its surroundings dotted with reefs, some bright and some dark. Add to that the surrounding storm and the thunder and lightning brought by the dark clouds overhead.
The island looked like a scene of apocalypse, buried in the murky depths of the ocean.
Both its appearance and surroundings resisted any approach.
Casting one's gaze upon the island, one could see that its terrain was slightly concave toward the center. Stream after stream of grooves flowed in like streams, channeling seawater into the island's heart.
Due to the numerous sea channels, the island was nearly devoid of green vegetation. Only a few marine algae grew within these river-like channels, providing the island's only greenery.
The rest of the island was a barren wasteland of reefs, smooth and rugged, washed by the sea.
The island was littered with corpses.
These bones belonged to various fish, animals, and even some humans.
But most of them were the remains of large sea monsters, their massive remains exposed above the island, looking incredibly strange. Because the skeletons were so massive, they lacked any element of fear, remaining only a spectacle of wonder.
From the pile of bones, it was clear that these enormous sea beasts belonged to a variety of species.
Countless tooth marks could be found on the carcasses of these enormous sea beasts, which almost certainly explained why they were so cleanly picked: they were originally food for others.
At the center of the island stood a large hillock. In its center lay a hollowed-out cavern, revealing a vast lake stretching for at least several kilometers.
It was hard to imagine such a cavern was formed naturally, rather than artificially.
At this moment, the power of the abyss emerged from the cavern's entrance, and a circular circle, resembling a worm's maw, appeared on the ground.
A demon dressed in formal attire and a top hat slowly flew out from within.
Its crimson, inverted paws left hoofprints on the surrounding stone.
This demon was the Devouring Mouth. He surveyed his surroundings, took a deep breath, and a look of obvious disgust and disdain crossed his face.
But the disgust and disdain quickly transformed into a smile.
He adjusted his clothes and hat and headed into the cave.
As he reached the cave entrance, he saw the moonlit lake shimmering slightly. A spear made of flowing water, emitting lightning, flew towards him.
Seeing this hydroelectric spear, Devourer's Mouth immediately dodged to the side.
The spear flew past his cheek, and the attack soared directly into the sky.
Throughout the entire process, Devourer's Mouth appeared unusually relaxed and at ease.
"Go away, damned demon! No scum from the abyss is welcome here."
Hearing a thunderous roar from the sea, Devouring Mouth smiled and said, "Don't be so heartless, friend. We're all in this together."
Lightning continuously surged from the water, and then the entire surface was illuminated.
Watching this, Devouring Mouth couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
You have to remember that the clone he brought here was only around the sixth stage in strength; it couldn't withstand such an attack.
"Don't be angry. My current body is only at the sixth stage. If you accidentally kill me, I won't come back. Think carefully before you act."
"Are you threatening me?" A roaring thunderous sound echoed from the seabed.
Devouring Mouth shrugged, saying nothing, but the meaning was self-evident.
A moment later, amidst the Devouring Mouth's slightly sarcastic smile, a massive creature emerged from the lake.
A large amount of seawater emerged, and as it completely returned to the surface, the enormous creature's appearance was revealed.
It was a monster resembling a whale, but with long, sharp tentacles.
Its massive mouth gaped, its body covered in scars stained with the aura of the abyss. Its gaping maw was filled with rows of fine, vertical teeth.
Densely packed eyes lined its skull.
These eyes were oddly skewed, as if randomly pasted together, each pupil a vertical, demonic eye.
At least a hundred eyes stared intently at the Devouring Mouth, standing at the entrance of the cave.
"Tell me, what do you hope to gain by coming here at this time?"
Hearing this, the Devouring Mouth smiled, then extended a hand and pointed at the Son of the Sea God before him.
"It's simple. I need you. You should be able to sense that the abyssal aura of the entire world is rising.
Otherwise, you wouldn't have suddenly begun to reveal your power and aura, and I wouldn't have noticed you and come looking for you."
The Son of the Sea God didn't react to the Devouring Mouth's words, but instead asked, "You don't want me to join you and fight the Four Gods together, do you?"
The Devouring Mouth nodded.
The moment he nodded, a torrent of lightning poured in, shattering the rocks around the Devouring Mouth.
The lightning even damaged the Devouring Mouth's clothing and skin.
"How dare you speak such words to me? You damned traitors! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be like this."
It was clear that the Son of the Sea God had believed the demon's words and fallen into the abyss, but he didn't follow them out, ending up in his current state.
"Can you blame us for this? When failure struck, even I was sealed away, nearing death for tens of thousands of years. After returning, even my status as lord was stripped away.
If even I was like this, how could you think you'd be safe, with your feeble mind?"
The Devouring Mouth cursed without hesitation.
"And look at you, even now you're useless, a complete loser. You don't even dare to face your father, and you were even captured by him.
You've already fallen into the abyss, with no way back. Yet you actually beg for your father's forgiveness, and even offer
Our plan was ruined."
At this point, the Devouring Mouth couldn't help but chuckle, a chuckle filled with both contempt and relief.
Luckily, while the plan he revealed at the time seemed true to him, it was a lie from the very beginning.
This also led to the Four Gods and the gods who wanted to save the world at the time taking the wrong action.
"But fortunately, these gods are so selfish that they actually watched us destroy the world to achieve their own goals." "
The vast and powerful faction of gods desired to see the world destroyed, even though he was ultimately annihilated after his deed was accomplished.
But the world was ultimately destroyed by him. Although he ultimately gained nothing and even lost a significant portion of his former resources, the achievement of destroying a vast world still deeply stung him.
This was also why, after being annihilated by the gods, he was able to be resurrected thanks to the wisps of soul that had been detached from the abyss.
His actions earned him a rich reward from the abyss, allowing him to return from the brink of certain death, even though everything he once had was gone.
Though he didn't express it outwardly, he was deeply proud of himself.
This achievement gave him an air of arrogance when facing nearly every demon.
Because that was the truth.
Those who were like him didn't have his record. Those with a better record were undoubtedly much stronger.