abnormal mutation

Chapter 152 The Net That Hangs from the Sky
"The Deep Sea Path worships the Children of the Ocean, the Evil God Path. The initial sequence is called Seaborn, and after the intermediate sequence, they transform into sea beasts, whose combat power in the ocean is terrifying," Pro warned.

'In the sea?' Roland was on edge.

He searched carefully and indeed found no mid-sequence extraordinary individuals, only a few low-sequence sea people and dozens of gill people who were not much stronger than ordinary people.

More than a dozen human extraordinary individuals were found imprisoned in the lower deck, one of whom was a mid-sequence individual who was critically injured and on the verge of death.

Thistle Flower Merchant Guild has really failed!

'That's good too, saves me the trouble of doing it myself.'

Roland had no intention of saving the enemy; his main objective was the cargo.

'Why are they keeping these people alive? Wouldn't it be better to just kill them?' He never leaves anyone alive.

"Extraordinary individuals are a scarce resource everywhere, especially when they are alive," Pro said quietly.

'Okay, can you tell who these people are?'

"It's hard to say. Fishermen and pirates both prefer this route; the most famous pearl divers on the continent of Sass mostly used the deep-sea method."

'Oh. '

During the conversation, Roland walked around the cargo hold and found that the ship's cargo was very diverse, mainly consisting of Bach wine, cigars and handicrafts, which were special products of the Saas continent.

The lower compartment contained a small quantity of extraordinary materials, but of great value, sealed in various containers, making it difficult to determine their contents.

The room was unguarded, and he was confident he could empty it before the guards arrived, but that would inevitably trigger the alarm.

Instead of rushing into action, he jumped onto a "ghost ship" behind him, ready to see if there were any unexpected gains.

There were no lights on the ship, and some gill-men with glowing green eyes were hiding in the corners. The deck and walls were covered with signs of battle and spots of grime that had not been washed away.

Roland could faintly smell the blood mixed in with the sea breeze, which showed how tragic the scene had been.

As he stepped through the first-floor door, he paused, turned sharply, and stared intently at the blood-stained bulletin board in the corridor.

Northern Union Chamber of Commerce [Honest Ship]!
'How can it be? ’

The numerous documents posted on the bulletin board all bore the name of the Northern Union Chamber of Commerce, with their red seal clearly visible, making them impossible to fake.

'That other ship should be the Sacrifice. Didn't someone see them heading south? Why are they still stuck in the Silent Strait?'

What were those sea people up to? Indiscriminately plundering passing merchant ships? His mind was full of questions.

Thinking of the scene on the Sunflower, he immediately sank into the lower deck.

The goods were piled up haphazardly to one side, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and decay, irritating his sensitive nostrils in waves. He stepped over the obstruction and saw corpses and wounded people breathing weakly everywhere.

The dimly lit bottom of the cabin was covered with several centimeters of semi-solid grime, sticky, filthy, and shocking to the eye.

Roland's fists clenched involuntarily, a surge of anger rising within him.

He didn't know these people, but he recognized their clothing; they were both colleagues and of the same clan, making it difficult for him to remain indifferent.

Walking down the corridor, the ground and walls were covered with drag marks and scrapes, clearly indicating that they were intentionally collecting the bodies.

The boiler operators were ordinary people coerced into working there; their numbers were small, and there was no rotation, so they could only endure the whipping. The boatmen were all gillmen; their skills were obviously terrible, but at least they didn't break the ship.

The situation was similar on the other ship, the Sacrifice, except that he found a man in the hold: Liam Heinzoren, one of the thirteen commissioners of the Merchant Guild, who had been in charge of maritime trade and was a Sequence Extraordinary in the Storm Rider pathway.

His life force was like a candle flame in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.

'Give it a try.' Roland sighed inwardly, his body passing through the dragon bones and falling into the deep, dark ocean.

Unleash the resonance of your bloodline, and you can perceive all the life fluctuations from all directions, like torches, some bright and some dim, freely displaying their own vitality.

Two giant fireballs suddenly entered his senses, one as violent as thunder, the other as calm as an abyss. Even though they were hundreds of meters apart, they were still incredibly oppressive.

He suppressed his heart palpitations and continued to descend several hundred meters. A huge black shadow quietly appeared below, more than ten meters long, and it looked like some kind of shark.

It was bound by a chain, and a burly figure sat on its back. It was three meters tall, humanoid, holding a two-pronged fork, with blue-green skin, fins on its elbows, shoulders, back, and calves, and large, frog-like feet.

'The middle sequence is stronger than my life force!' Roland clicked his tongue in amazement.

Not far away, there was another "person" whose legs had been replaced by more than a dozen long tentacles, whose five fingers on both hands had also turned into tiny tentacles, and whose head was twisted, round and covered with whiskers. Even the most outstanding abstract artists could not come up with such a creative idea.

The octopus monster was not as resilient as the frogman, but it posed a greater threat to Roland. Roland dared not approach it and would float to the surface after just a glance from afar.

'No wonder Nami was scared; it was the right thing to stay away.'

Pro suddenly opened his eyes: 'I know you've killed mid-sequence beings, but I still advise you to give up. The abilities of the Deep Sea Path are incredibly diverse; the ocean is their domain. The battle for the Extraordinary is extremely dangerous, not worth the risk.'

'Can they catch me?' Roland was just testing the waters. Neither the frogmen nor the octopus monster noticed him, which provided the basis for his plan.

'Of course not, but your bow and arrows and cloak certainly won't do anything to them either.'

"Hehe, then I'll show you something new today." Roland grinned, a silent smile playing on his lips.

Pro's only knowledge of [Weaving] is of mind locks; he has never seen his fighting style.

This time, the enemy was stronger than ever before. After a moment's thought, Roland decided to use the Hive Network as the foundation and three cargo ships as anchors to weave a huge, complex trap web.

With a wave of his hand, the nodes of the Hive Network trembled slightly, and thousands of threads shot out, piercing through the void and landing on the three cargo ships.

Roland, hidden in an unknown dimension, had empty eyes. His body suddenly rose several meters, and a giant spider, wider than a ship, appeared out of thin air, carrying him as he swam on the sea surface, on the deck, and in the water.

Dozens of long, slender limbs danced incessantly, weaving an ever-thicker and denser web that gradually took shape, complex and three-dimensional, like an invisible hat placed on the three cargo ships, its opening facing the frogmen and octopus monster below.

He drained the Hive Network's reserves. Roland had exhausted all his efforts, but he was still not satisfied. He used twenty strands of chaotic mist to enhance the strength and stealth of the spider silk.

More than three hours later, the ship passed through the strait and sailed into the vast international sea.

A giant spider web took shape, and Roland sat cross-legged on the spider, looking at his masterpiece with a sense of pride.

'I need a bait.'

He quietly entered the lower deck of the Sunflower, and a spider silk thread reached into the body of the dying mid-sequence extraordinary individual. A trickle of life force flowed in, healing his head injury while forcibly stimulating his life and soul, awakening him.

"what--"

A pair of bloodshot eyes suddenly opened, and the chaos and pain turned into madness under the stimulation of the horrific scene in the cabin.

The agonizing roar immediately drew the attention of the gill people, but they were facing a mid-sequence gluttonous extraordinary individual experiencing a final burst of energy, almost out of control.

He tore a gillman in half, grabbed the bloody thigh and shoved it into his mouth. After a few bites, the flesh on the thigh was gone, leaving only a few teeth marks on the white bone.

The Glutton had grown twice as big. He smashed open the hatch and the gillmen, rushed up the stairs to the deck, and all the gillmen who came near him became his prey.

Roland remained hidden, watching him go mad from a corner.

(End of this chapter)