The fisherman druid is in another world

Chapter 797

The volcanic eruption caused the remains of crows to fall from the sky like a pie.

As a result, the adventurers, who were happily picking up money, were suddenly surrounded and devoured by a huge number of evil salamanders that could teleport.

It's too late to change to the appropriate equipment, what should we do?
The obvious approach is to form a defensive formation nearby and provide cover for each other.

At this point, it's hard to tell who's on whose side; they just pick the nearest radish and do whatever's convenient.

Standing close together back to back, or with the outer ring holding hands and the inner ring also packed with people, can all have an immediate effect, since the defensive surface that needs to be dealt with has become smaller.

Once they get a little breathing room, they can put on shields, greaves, and breastplates to quickly enhance their protective capabilities.

Of course, even so, almost everyone was injured, and many were torn apart by the evil scorpion in the blink of an eye because they couldn't find temporary teammates in time.

The volcano is still erupting, and the Sky Raven Remains are still spending money like water, but the astute forces have already tried to find refuge or rebuild shelters.

They had already sensed that this volcanic eruption was more like a siphon effect drawing in fish waste from the bottom of the tank, and that it might also contain some evil spirits.

This is similar to the gambling table, where the first winner is just a piece of paper, and the one who laughs last is the real winner.

The more Sky Raven remains we collect, the more likely we are to be coveted by others. However, the costs and risks of collecting them are extremely high. Even just the loss of combat supplies and personnel will lead other forces to judge us as weak and vulnerable to robbery. If the broken window effect occurs, the risk of annihilation will only increase.

Those who believe they are strong enough to weather this crisis will naturally consider whether it would be more worthwhile to hold back now and rob some of their weaker competitors later.

Even without resorting to murder or robbery, just showing off your strength and making the other party pay to avoid disaster can still extort some money, right?

Therefore, maintaining one's own strength and form is truly an important issue in competitive mode.

Even worse, some have already organized the evacuation of personnel to the outskirts of the island.

As the saying goes, even if you haven't eaten pork, you've still seen pigs run.

Even someone without much education can easily figure out why a volcano erupts if they think about it.

Now the lava isn't spewing out anymore; it's just spewing out evil creatures. This is hardly a normal volcanic eruption anymore. Who knows what kind of evil is lurking in the lava chamber beneath the volcano? It's best to stay away from this kind of power that can trigger cataclysmic changes.

However, evacuation at this time is extremely difficult.

This is not a single main volcano erupting; it's a cluster of volcanoes collectively speaking out.

What's more troublesome is that this isn't a trap targeting adventurers.

Or to put it more vividly, a major event was about to happen here, and the remains of the Sky Crow were merely one of the factors that brought about this major event. Its role in this major event was that of a windfall.

It was precisely this windfall that attracted covetous eyes, making this major event seem like someone was baiting a trap to catch fish.

Thus, after suffering considerable losses and just beginning to stabilize the situation, even greater uncertainties arose among the various factions.

Amidst the violent tremors, the volcanic island began to sink completely!
It must be said that this scene left the adventurers feeling quite desperate.

After all, flying is suicidal, and the number of evil salamanders in the sky is incredibly dense. These guys are enough to swim around in the air within the force field zone formed by the volcanic island.

However, the level of organization and teamwork among adventurers who banded together for mutual support was simply insufficient to maintain a tight defense after taking to the air.

Given the current situation, if Xie Ni finds a breakthrough, the team's collapse is only a matter of time, and it won't take long.

After all, few of these adventurers are capable of sacrificing themselves for the greater good, willing to die themselves to hold off the evil salamander so that others can successfully fill in.

Why should they?! Just half an hour ago, many of them were competitors who were willing to secretly trip each other up.

Thus, faced with the crisis of the volcanic island sinking, another round of everyone showing their unique abilities began.

Whenever a group is forced to start, a group of people are cruelly eliminated due to their mistakes.

This time was no exception, and there were even more.

What's tragic is that those who made mistakes and were torn apart and eaten by the evil scorpion didn't even buy the remaining people any precious time.

There are just too many evil spirits!
From a conventional perspective, all one would see is the silhouette of the evil salamander and a storm of silver-black and wispy red patterns formed by teleportation beams.

Every group or individual is besieged by this storm, unable to see what's happening outside, let alone get a comprehensive view.

However, through special methods, they were also able to identify other resistance groups in the vicinity.

Faced with a new wave of survival pressure, some people rebuilt well-sealed shelters on the spot.

Some frantically collect air to prepare for the energy needed for their upcoming dives.

Others are converging again, trying to unite more forces so that some people have time to build or assemble shelters.

The most common way to build a shelter is to use the combat boat you carry with you as the main part and assemble it like Lego bricks.

The specifics vary, but the basic idea is easy to understand: use a combat boat as the inner liner, anchor it to strengthen external defenses, and in critical moments, people hide inside the sealed boat and surface to leave the deep water area.

It's not just a assumption; in fact, it's quite feasible. Superhumans working together are fully capable of constructing a small, bubble-shaped protective force field. As long as they can avoid the impact of falling debris and turbulent currents during the initial stages of a subsidence, the pressure from the deep sea alone won't be enough to deter them.

The danger level is naturally lower on the Black Robo side.

If they didn't want to sink with the volcanic island and try to establish a new outpost, the Moon Elves could now use the cliffside teleportation array encompassed by the camp to return to the Pyramid Fortress.

Now, the key question is whether or not one is willing to add more chips.

"I'll go!" Black Rob didn't hesitate much. With a rare and extraordinary resource in hand, the Moon Elf camp immediately underwent an extraordinary transformation.

Simply put, the device, through the injection of rare and extraordinary resources, gains the ability to bear and operate the power of laws, thus entering a state of exceeding its limits, much like a burst of power.

Against this backdrop, the camp quickly became a perfectly round sphere.

At first glance, it looks like a snow globe, except that half of it is buried underground, and even the half exposed above ground has a moon-white 'inner band'.

This inner hoop is naturally the outer wall of the camp.

The radius of this snow globe is roughly the same as the combined height of the base and top of the central mage tower.

With the external surface crystallizing and the internal force field gelling, the entire base, including the foundation, seemed to have turned into an amber-like substance, thus limiting the damage caused by ordinary impacts and shocks to this unified whole.

It must be said that only a technically advanced camp like the Moon Elf Camp, with ample preparation and a willingness to inject more extraordinary resources, could complete this level of energy filling so efficiently.

The same coping strategies employed by other factions, even if they expend resources without regard to cost, will inevitably be far less effective.

Moreover, Black Robb was not satisfied with this. After the camp was fully integrated, he saw that there was still some spare time, so he had the camp form energy roots downwards to better anchor it to the rock mass of the volcanic island.

This is mainly to prevent the volcanic island from collapsing in large chunks during the sinking process, like an iceberg breaking off from an ice sheet.

Compared to the collapse of a 3.5 square kilometer volcanic island, the mass of the rounded Moon Elf camp was still insignificant. The force of the collapsing, turbulent waters during the collapse would have easily tossed it aside, subjecting it to violent shaking and collisions in the turbulent currents—it would have been like child's play. However, if it had been deeply bound to a larger rock mass, the likelihood of it being treated like a small item in a washing machine would have been greatly reduced. The impact it would have undergone would have been vastly different.

As for what to do with the Anglerfish, well, there's nothing we can do but hope for the best.

The Anglerfish is considered quite good. The newly built dock by the Moon Elves is like a cast-iron wok handle, solidly constructed and made of high-quality materials, making it an excellent anchor. A deep tether is far more secure than simply hooking it with an anchor hook.

Other ships generally don't receive this treatment.

Moreover, it's too late to leave this place of trouble at this point.

Let alone the fact that it would take nearly half an hour for a large ship to warm up from a stopped state, even if the engine hadn't been turned off, it could have left immediately. The entire volcanic island had begun to sink, and the resulting changes in water flow were of immense size and power.
These large ships, which are usually large, are no different from rubber ducks in a washing machine when faced with such power. They can only drift with the current and be swept away by the water.

What followed was actually quite simple.

They've done almost everything a human could do; now it's time to watch a performance by a force of nature.

The performance by Wei Li is grand and majestic, suitable for viewing from the perspective of a deity.

This perspective, at this moment, is only available to Black Robb.

Because the pyramid fortress is suspended in the sky.

From this vantage point, one can see that the mountainous area where the Moon Elf camp is located has cliffs tens or even hundreds of meters high that curl inwards like half-melted, half-collapsed wax.

Meanwhile, the adjacent beach area, which is relatively suitable for small boats to land, is shrinking back at a visible speed.

The dark seawater surged and roared, like a bunch of mad bulls held back by a fence, restless and ready to break through the barrier and charge.

And that moment arrived quickly, as a massive amount of seawater crashed down with a deafening roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

That wasn't a wave; it was a moving, liquid cliff. It constantly created the effect of a collapsing wall, compressing the space that had been expanded by the volcanic island.

The destructive force that surged inward from all directions left only a deafening roar in the world.

The land, sea, and sky corresponding to the volcanic island have also undergone corresponding changes.

It was as if this massive collapse had provoked the hostility of the swirling, magical light. These dazzling, iridescent lights, carried by the air, surged back wildly, forming a super cyclone that encircled the entire original island region.

The massive amounts of water vapor generated by the collision of turbid waves, along with the trillions of tiny water droplets suspended in the air for short periods, refracted a magical light, forming an indescribable chaotic rainbow, resembling a grand funeral covered with unusual flowers.

Even more bizarrely, in this background image, many hollow volcanoes, resembling ice cream cones, are swept up by giant waves and float back to the surface after breaking apart. They rise and fall, emitting smoke, fire, gas, and bubbles, before being rapidly pulled and dragged into the abyss.

It is truly lamentable that such a massive object, with its immense weight, could be so powerless before such overwhelming force.

Of course, as sufficient seawater collapsed, a huge, rotating vortex gradually formed around the central area of ​​the volcanic island.

It resembles a giant, pupilless eye gazing at the sky. From a great height, it greedily devours everything around it—the seawater, the clouds, even the light.

Above this enormous vortex, thunderstorm zones were created due to the intense friction between water vapor and dust.

In the thunderstorm zone, the lightning no longer flashed by, but instead appeared as continuous, tree-like bright blue streaks, hissing as if burning the entire airspace.

These acts of kindness towards you even interact with the flowing, ethereal magical light above, creating a reverse lightning strike, as if this thunderstorm vortex were the sky, while the dome, perpetually shrouded in magical light like dry ice clouds, was the earth.

Meanwhile, deep in the ocean, the collapse of the volcanic island was not yet over.

Black Rob felt that the entire volcanic island was like an elevator in a shaft, sliding down into an abyss of unimaginable depth.

If one has a more vivid imagination, the formation and collapse of this volcanic island is like a process of "blowing milk skin".

This layer of 'milk skin' is blown from the pipe all the way to the top. Because there are fine holes (volcanic vents) on the milk skin, it eventually forms a brief balance with the blowing force below. The milk skin hangs at the top of the pipe, neither rising nor sinking, but constantly shaking.

When the blowing force went awry and the balance was broken, the 'milk skin' began to fall back down through the tube...

Of course, the term "blowing milk skin" can also be called "the snot bubbles of a giant beast" or "the deep breath of a sea monster," and it's basically the same concept.

To be honest, Black Rob was unwilling to believe that a powerful and ancient consciousness existed beneath the deep sea.

After all, the battle between the God of Nature and the gods of the Pantheon was fierce and intense, and in the end, the God of Nature was driven to the brink of despair.

Against this backdrop, if there were any primordial gods in this world, or to be more precise, ancient divine beings possessing the power of primordial laws, they should theoretically have long been conscripted by the gods of nature, or rather, by the Heavenly Dao, to charge into battle or fill gaps.

So, is it possible that it was conceived and born during the 7000+5000 years after the fall of the God of Nature?

Black Rob pondered that, theoretically, the probability was not high, and that was even considering that the distortion power would affect the normal operation of the Heavenly Dao to a certain extent; otherwise, there was absolutely no possibility of it.

The entire world is evolving towards a lower magic level, and the accumulated power of laws will inevitably take rare and extraordinary objects as its carriers, just like paint blocks in water, constantly being eroded and decomposed.

For so long, no will had been born. Yet, in the last ten thousand years, this piece of paint, which was about to shrink to the critical value of falling (the lower limit of the law aggregate that can give birth to a consciousness), gave birth to consciousness. This is just too fantastical.

But if we use a different, more imaginative approach...

For example, the consciousness of the God of Nature, which was in the process of being conceived and preparing to be reborn at a certain time, was betrayed by the Elf King.

However, the God of Nature, being quite special, did not die completely. Or rather, the God of Nature, and the Heavenly Way it represents, breathes and shares the fate of this world; as long as the world does not end, the God of Nature will not truly die.

He wasn't dead, but his remaining orderly and upward-moving 'light attribute' was exhausted.

After all, the world had been mired in darkness for so long, then it was distorted, and later it became a distortion of an invisible magnitude.

Just as he has been studying, belief systems, the mutual influence between gods and believers—the world has become so dark and bizarre, it's unrealistic to expect the gods of nature to maintain a positive state.

Perhaps the God of Nature, representing the Way of Heaven, extracted the last positive aspects of the world, hoping to guide the world's evolution back onto a positive track by interfering with the material world.

With the complete death of the God of Nature, what remains is likely a vengeful, dark, or even corrupt and twisted consciousness.

This part of consciousness was not molded into an aggregate by the Heavenly Dao.

Because the Heavenly Dao may no longer have that ability.

It can be said that the world's evolution towards a lower level of demonic influence is also a process of the Heavenly Dao losing its extraordinary power.

This loss, in an optimistic sense, is a transformation, manifesting the power of the laws in another mode. The Heavenly Way has fewer privileges, which also means that the law system has fewer loopholes.

Against this backdrop, a portion of the dark side of the nature god's consciousness found a suitable vessel deep underground, in the depths of the sea, giving birth to a sea monster of extraordinary status.

Black Rob felt that the story he had made up had a certain probability of being true.

On the other hand, if it comes true, the dark side of the god of nature will most likely also stand in opposition to him.

Looking at it this way, the pact with the God of Nature was a complete rip-off!

(End of this chapter)