At 9:40 p.m. Saturday, the Trident dropped its anchor in the shadow of a giant rock on the sea floor and came to a stop.

Not far from this rock is a steel relic. They have completely collapsed and decayed. However, it can be seen that the scale must have been large in the past, but it has shrunk a lot now.

Standing on the deck, "Secret Master" Stewart looked at the ruins that were so embroidered that it was impossible to imagine their original appearance, and he suddenly had the urge to sing poems in response to the occasion.

- When the "Trident" sails under the sea, the entire hull is wrapped in a transparent curtain, so there is no seawater pouring into the deck.

And Stuart will appear on the "Trident" because in addition to the obvious identity of "Senior Deacon", he is also a member of another elite team of the Church of the Storm, that is, the dark secret team "Deep Divers". a member.

As for the rhetoric of going on vacation with Mrs. Felina to Dixi Bay, it was just an obvious excuse to use the other party as a cover... In essence, he had already changed his face and joined this secret mission.

At this time, a tall and straight young man in a white shirt, a brown vest, and a double-breasted black long dress walked over to Stewart. He wore a tall black top hat, radiating dazzling light in the dark sea water. .

"What are you looking at?" the man asked with a smile.

He is a good friend of Stewart, whose name is Garverborn, a Sequence 5 "Priest of Light".

-Because the "Deep Divers" are secret troops, they have been carrying out shady tasks, so all members are not "Sailor" way.

"It's nothing, I just want to sing poetry after seeing the remains of an unfamiliar civilization, but I can't find a suitable one for a while." For his friends, Stuart didn't need to hide his thoughts, and told the truth.

"I thought you were thinking about that Ms. Felina..." After welborne made a joke, he also looked at the ruins, then smiled and said, "I think I can understand your state of mind, according to Roselle According to the Great Emperor, this should be called 'Women's sorrow'.

"Hehe, when you were in the choir, you were the best one... So, do you want to sing a poem directly?"

"I just sing very well, but I don't know how to write songs..." Stewart complained and changed the subject, "Why did Your Excellency Drake let the 'Trident' moor here? There is no need to continue to look for Feysac to keep the sea monster in captivity. the location of the cave?"

"I was about to tell you this... According to Lord Drake, he already knew which area the cave was in, but a ceremony was needed to confirm it.

"And the ceremony takes a certain amount of time, and it can't be disturbed, so it is moored behind this relatively hidden rock." Welborn finished, handed a bottle of Sunia blood wine, and continued, "For you, this is But high-end goods, I have collected them for a long time."

Stewart took the wine bottle, glanced at his friend, and asked in a deep voice, "You have no confidence in this mission?"

Welborn took out another bottle of Sunia's blood, took a sip and said, "Obviously not? We have no plans to retreat at all...

"But the mission should be achievable, but we don't know how many of us will survive...

"I think you are the most promising. After all, the 'Secret Art Instructor' has many methods and can cope with various situations."

Hearing this, Stewart sighed silently. He was looking at the ruins just now. He was in "sorrow", but he was actually mourning for himself. After all, as his friend said, since Feysac didn't have a plan, this mission Already very dangerous.

It was so dangerous that Stuart doubted whether it was worthwhile to exchange the lives of so many elites and the affiliated fleet for a sea monster.

And I don't know if it was an illusion, but he had the feeling he had when he was in Tingen City, and suspected that someone was behind the scenes.

And the commander-in-chief of this operation, Mr. Drake, was one of his biggest suspects.

"Unfortunately, there is not enough time..." Stuart just let out a sigh, when he saw his friend's face suddenly flushed, and then he coughed violently. He was out of breath, and wanted to give himself a "Saint" Light" can't do it.

Is this... a "disease" at the occult level? Stewart immediately identified the source of the "Priest of Light" Wellborn's symptoms, and then found that there was a little noise when he was breathing.

Wellborn, this guy is because of drinking alcohol, the blood circulation is accelerated, so the disease will be faster!

Thinking of this, Stewart immediately simulated the ability of a "physician" while the condition was not serious, and began to treat himself.

But he soon found out that the effect was not very good... Or in other words, it could only delay the onset of the disease, but could not eradicate it... So he turned into a "Professor of Potions" and used the items he carried with him to quickly configure the medicine for the symptoms. Come.

"Is this a witch infiltrating the ship?

"Why didn't the barrier of the 'Trident' warn?

"Why hasn't Your Excellency Drake responded?"

Stewart endured the worsening illness and thought while dispensing the medicine.

At this moment, there was a sudden roar in the direction of the captain's room, followed by two gray-covered wings on the back of the head, the limbs were relatively thick, and the gray scales on the surface were engraved with complex and three-dimensional mysterious symbols. The dragon appeared in Stewart's line of sight, and he was so frightened that he quickly turned his eyes away, and performed a secret technique to make a paper avatar, allowing him to bear the pollution from "divine" instead of himself.

But even so, one of Stewart's eyes exploded on the spot, and a large amount of blood spurted out, splashing his friend all over.

Fortunately, he is also proficient in "flesh magic" and has developed several "secret techniques" for limb recovery, and it only takes a few weeks to grow back.

Woo!

The sound of violent wind emerged around the gray-white giant dragon, as if it came from reality, but also from illusion.

With some will, they blow in all directions, and all the creatures involved in it inevitably have various abnormal states, and the ugly state is complete...

But correspondingly, the "disease" that permeated the ship was temporarily suppressed.

Has Lord Drake finally made his move? As soon as Stuart flashed this thought, he saw three ladies standing out of thin air on the other side of the boat.

Although each has its own merits, all of them are the existence of people's blood spurting...

"Three... demigod witches?" Seeing this scene, Stuart couldn't help being sluggish, and even forgot to drink the potion he had just prepared.

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The three witches who attacked the "Trident" were naturally the work of Abner and Klein.

One of them summoned the "Nightingale of Despair" with a self-made badge, and the other released the demigod succubus sent by the "mother tree" in "Wriggling Hunger".

The last one is the historical projection of the "Blue Saintess" drawn by "ancient scholar" Daphne.

They planned to quietly control the "Trident", and then drive the ship to attack the sea monster cave, so that the members of the "Twilight Hermit Society" on Feysac's side felt that everything was still being played out according to the "script".

This was also part of Klein's plan, so he asked Arrodes where the Trident would be parked.

As for why they got three witches to do it... They don't plan to kill the secret team of the Church of the Storms, someone has to take the blame? !

What they didn't expect was that the "manipulator" on the "Trident" was already under control, but suddenly broke through Abner's "hint" to him and regained his "self". , and immediately turned into a dragon, completely disregarding the lives of other members of the ship.

If Abner hadn't secretly "filtered" out some of the pollution of the "mythical creature form", Stewart wouldn't be as simple as popping one eye!

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