?There are reasons for the abnormal convergence of various energies in nature.

For example, the strange environment of the four seasons of the day on the Illusory Island is because a large number of elemental fruit trees in the secret realm periodically release various elemental energies to change the environment.

To say that there is a storm, a sea whirlpool, or some kind of thunderstorm, Donald recognizes it. The climate in the depths of the Oswei Sea is changeable, and the probability of extreme bad weather is small, but it is not impossible.

But who can explain to him why there are negative energy clouds on the sea?

And they're headed in!

"Why go over there, can't you take a detour?"

Someone next to him asked the question that Donald really wanted to ask right now.

"Are you blind? There is no way ahead for you!"

Some people responded immediately.

The cloud of negative energy that covered the sky and the sun did not know whether it was rushing towards the three ships, or the three ships were approaching there, or both were going on at the same time.

No rain, no lightning, just silence and cold.

When the ship gradually approached, the light seemed to be swallowed up, and the ship in front turned on the searchlight on the ship for the first time, so there were several huge apertures on the cloud in front.

That's right, the searchlight of the ship can illuminate these clouds, and they are not even 100 meters away from the sea surface. When you get close and look up, it seems that the whole sky is rolling over.

Heavy pressure exists in everyone's heart, and the ominous premonition is no longer just a feeling, but is appearing in front of everyone as a reality.

However, no matter how dissatisfied they were, the ship didn't mean to turn around at all, it just kept moving forward.

Because Dalton Warren ordered them forward.

The surrounding brightness dropped and dropped again and again, and finally it reached the point where it was necessary to rely on searchlights to see the scene ahead. This kind of darkness was uncomfortable.

The aliens on the deck began to retreat to the cabin. Although they have become aliens, they will not have physical problems because of this environment, but as creatures, no one likes to ride in this environment.

Lilo is a special case.

Around her, a little gray fog drifted by the wind was lingering around her, and all the negative energies that were going to affect Donald or Stephanie were absorbed by her.

"The surrounding natural elements have been extremely suppressed, the sea water has changed color, a large number of creatures have died, and negative energy is polluting this area..."

With Lilo sharing the pressure, Donald uses his mental power to perceive the surrounding situation. In such an environment, there is a significant delay in the transfer of all elemental energy except negative energy. Standing on the side of the ship and looking at the sea, floating everywhere can be seen. The sea creatures on the water, the sea that was supposed to be blue, now has a weird black color.

"Fortunately, I got a new talent before I came here, and there is no problem with simple force field energy control. Bigby's Strike Palm and Bigby's King Kong Fist can still be used."

Reluctantly heaving a sigh of relief, at least there are still some methods that are not affected by the environment, patted Lilo on the shoulder, and took Stephanie back to the cabin.

When they had just reached the top of the stairs, Donald's palm touched the wooden handrail, but there was a buzzing sound in the boat announcement.

"Your Excellency Warren, debugging is done..."

Someone was talking, and as soon as the three people stopped, the strangers in the cabin who were watching the outside situation also stopped talking.

"I'm the director of the Discord Bureau, Dalton Warren, and I'll explain the mission this time."

"According to reliable information, a crack connected to the abyss appeared on an island in the depths of the Oswei Sea, and an extremely powerful alien beast had entered the world through the crack. The mission target was to kill the alien beast and re-seal the abyss crack. ,complete."

The mission announcement was too short to be brief, but it made everyone in the entire cabin sluggish in place as if they had been immobilized.

Donald was too lazy to complain about why he didn't have any detailed information and morale-boosting sentences.

Abyss crack, abyss beast.

These two nouns were like two hammers, smashing into the brains of everyone present.

"Are you kidding me, abyss fissure? It's in the depths of the Oswei Sea, it's none of our business, can't we just let it fissure? I don't care what kind of abyss beast it runs out of, why should we clean it up? ?"

After a long time, there was finally a stranger beside him who scolded.

This can't be blamed on him, in fact, most people are thinking about the same thing as him now.

Most of the people present may have never touched anything related to the abyss in their short life, and now they are suddenly told that they need to go to an island to destroy a monster that came out of the crack in the abyss?

It's not like this is a joke!

"I think I know why there is no mission notification in advance. It turns out that we are afraid that we will refuse to participate in the mission..."

Slumped on the floor in the cabin, the expressions on some people's faces are almost the same as going to a funeral, heavy and gloomy.

This is the truth. If they were informed before boarding the ship that this time they were going to the sea to destroy the abyss beasts, it is estimated that 80% of the aliens would pat their butts and leave.

How much compensation is willing to pay!

Especially after seeing this dark cloud of negative energy in front of me, the already suppressed emotions quickly turned into extreme dissatisfaction, and this dissatisfaction accumulated at a very fast speed after the approval and approval of other people. became a feeling of resistance.

"Quit the Discord Bureau and request to return!"

This is the slogan raised by the heathens around.

"Let them make trouble and wait and see."

The Rose Squad gathered in the corner, Donald said in a deep voice.

He naturally wants to go back now, who would go to an island with an abyss crack?

But he didn't think the grown-up would agree to this request.

When dozens of heretics rushed to the bow of the ship, what they saw was a man standing at the tip of the ship's ram, a long gray trench coat swaying with the sea breeze, and there was no top hat on his head, but a simple short ponytail. With his hands in his pockets, he didn't say a word, just looking at the emotional crowd.

In front of him are the turbulent members of the Anomaly Bureau. These people were his subordinates a few minutes ago, but they are not anymore, because these people are now thinking about living.

Behind him was a seemingly endless cloud of negative energy, pitch-black and gloomy, as if it was about to devour him in the next moment, but at this moment it was still helpless to him.

"Chief!"

Apart from this title, there is not much to say.

Dalton Warren, after the police chief disappeared, he became the only dominant powerhouse on the official side of Demingham.

"Two choices. The first choice is to fight on the island. If you can survive, the warehouse of the Discord Bureau will be completely open to you, and you will become heroes in Demingham."

Having said this, Dalton stopped talking.

"Then... what about the second option?"

Someone asked impatiently.

In the next second, the gravel rose from under his feet, and a giant sand hand was instantly formed, holding the man in his five fingers, the sound was annihilated, and only flesh and blood remained.

This is Dalton's reply.

Also a practical interpretation of the second option.

"Prepare to land on the island."

The figure turned into gravel and dispersed, leaving only a thin outline left in place.

"Understood, sir!"

Stand at attention and salute, no more standard actions.

In the face of absolute power, their choices are far less abundant than they think.

The previous commotion seemed to be a farce. Everyone returned to the cabin in silence. The previous teammate asked the sailor on the boat to ask for a cloth bag and shoveled the paralyzed minced meat into it. Quan should be a temporary mail. body.

Throughout the entire operation, no one dared to speak ill of Dalton Warren.

The same is true for the other aliens in the cabin. They either gathered together to discuss what to do after landing on the island, or they sat on the side and thought with a gloomy face.

The slogan of quitting the bureau and going back to Demingham seemed to never come up.

It was obvious that no one on this ship could disobey Dalton Warren's orders.

Donald leaned against the outer edge of the stair guardrail and remained silent. He naturally saw the movement of the sand hand just now. It was too easy for the Dominator level to kill these aliens who were mostly only at the power level!

This gave him a great sense of crisis.

Mark Darren's reminder to him, be careful of the Discord Bureau, and think on a deeper level, not just to let him be careful of the Director of the Discord Bureau!

"The next task is likely to be the most difficult and dangerous experience in our life. Prepare for it. We must deal with it in the best state, and you must all survive!"

As the captain, Horn can only say so much at this time.

"Horn, can I just say a few words to you alone?"

Susannah said suddenly.

"certainly."

Horn realized something, just nodded and walked down the stairs first.

Unbutton the front two buttons of your coat to make breathing easier.

Donald stood in front of the left window of the cabin, pursed his lips, and his saliva was a little bitter.

The wind was blowing in through the gap in the window, and it was cold, keeping his brain calm.

Looking out the window at the dark seascape~lightnovelpub.net~ he seemed to see the island they were about to land on.

More than a dozen nautical miles away, there is an island standing on the Osway Sea. All the vegetation on the island is withered and dilapidated. There are strange roars coming from the trees. wandering.

The center of the island, three months ago, was an active volcano, and it would erupt every few years, bringing death to the island and bringing new life to it.

But now those hot melts that seem to be able to burn everything have been completely extinguished by negative energy, their vitality has been cut off, and there is only silence left here.

Inside the crater, it seems that a vortex connected to the endless abyss exists.

A light group that seems to gather all the pure aura around it is hovering over this vortex full of filthy energy.

Under it, in the dark vortex, a huge and rugged figure is hovering.

The purest light has been born in the deepest darkness.