Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 75 Fishman Tsunami
Anser ignored him and, as he passed by, patted the hull. Suddenly, the stern of the Sea Shark shone brightly, with a section of the hull, about three or four meters in diameter, emitting a bright light that stretched for twenty or thirty meters.

He has a super magic: a ranged spell that can convert contact spells into ranged spells, but he doesn't think it's worth wasting super magic on such a trivial matter.

Nornos ran past the stern of the ship and quickly disappeared into the night.

Hulse and his crew, who rushed to the scene, could only see a blurry figure from behind.

Just seconds later, a red light suddenly appeared ahead, revealing a long, slender ship.

"Get out of the way—" Hers's expression changed drastically, and he turned and ran away.

The next second, a huge fireball hurtled towards them, the red light quickly filling their vision, giving them a sense of despair with nowhere to escape.

"boom--"

The flamethrower crashed into the stern tower and exploded with a deafening roar. The powerful shockwave from the flames blew half of the stern tower away, and burning wood chips and debris burst forth like fireworks in the night.

Flames shot into the sky, illuminating half the heavens, and one could vaguely see figures of fire leaping into the sea, howling in agony.

[Target dead, gain 7 combat experience]

Several pieces of advice flashed through his mind, giving Anser a boost of energy.

'How awe-inspiring!' Looking at the scene, he felt a surge of excitement. 'Soon, soon! Once I master the Fireball Technique, it will be even more powerful than this.'

At this moment, the Sea Shark was in complete chaos. Everyone was trying to put out the fire. The ship was on fire, and there was still hope of survival if they put out the fire, but if they didn't, they would only perish at sea.

Anser rode around the boat to observe and found that the fire was raging and that it was indeed necessary to put it out.

He fixed his gaze on those few figures who only talked, thinking, "What use are you if you can't put out the fire? You might as well be dead!"

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Spell Burst - Lightning!

The resounding dragon language was devoid of any warmth. The dim magical light and shadow silently swept across the sea, passed through the thick smoke, and struck a figure with a bang, flashing with electricity.

The target froze, then collapsed onto the deck.

[...The first mate of the Sea Shark was hit, taking 6 lightning damage, and currently has 32/38 health.]

'Ha, you really found the right one.'

Anser adjusted his position, unleashing bursts of spells that relentlessly attacked his opponent, their attributes constantly shifting—one spell might be fire, the next poison.

His spell bursts are not targeted, often missing or being blocked by shields, but that's okay, it's just a trick, he can afford to wait.

The first mate of the Sea Shark was furious. What grudge could possibly warrant this? Am I going to die today?

Feeling helpless, and unconcerned about being laughed at by his men, he pulled over several slaves to shield himself completely, shrinking into a corner and remaining motionless.

Anser wasn't annoyed and continued searching for the next target; after all, no one could afford to be idle.

Captain Hells of the Sea Shark hid in a corner, his face flickering in the firelight, furious yet helpless.

"You forced me to do this!"

As he spoke, he took out a palm-sized horn from his pouch, put it to his lips, and blew it with all his might. A deep, resonant horn sounded throughout the sea.

At the same time, a barely perceptible ripple spread along the seawater into the distance.

'What are they doing, calling for help?'

Anser paused for a moment, patted Nornos lightly, and the two of them, one on horseback and the other on the Quiser, resolutely turned back.

Salian and his crew were also very nervous. They silently extinguished their lights and increased their distance from the pirate ship, but after waiting for several tens of minutes, the fires on the pirate ship were all put out, and nothing happened.

"A feint?" Careno asked, puzzled.

“Look,” Salian said, pointing in the direction of the Sea Shark.

Everyone turned to look, and in the scattered firelight, the seawater around the pirate ship rippled with bubbles, and then green-skinned monsters emerged, with fins on their backs, spears in their hands, mouths full of sharp teeth, and ferocious faces.

"Sea Devil!" exclaimed Colin, the halfling first mate.

The sea devils are shark-like fish-men who worship the shark god Sercoura. They are bloodthirsty and brutal, and are known as "deep-sea devils." They are one of the main threats to the fishermen and maritime trade in Sword Bay.

Besides the Sharkfish, Sword Bay is also home to a wide variety of marine life, such as the Loca Fishman, the Slug Fishman, and mermaids, who are constantly in conflict with each other.

Anser hadn't expected that the Nashval family had connections with the Sharkfishmen, but fortunately, their numbers were small.

The summoning horn is highly unpredictable; even if there are Sharkfish nearby, there's no guarantee it will respond. "These things are the most annoying," Salian thought, feeling a headache coming on.

Ordinary Sharkfishmen aren't particularly strong, but their ability to damage ships underwater is extremely annoying.

After obtaining the Carved Dragon Scale Amulet, Anser's eyesight improved significantly. Looking at the churning sea in the distance, he sensed something was amiss:

"They seem to be fighting something?"

"Huh, there seem to be other murlocs?" Salian exclaimed in surprise.

The night was dark and the waves were high, making it difficult to see clearly. But as the surrounding sea gradually "boiled," everyone finally realized that these were two groups of fishmen!

The tall, green-skinned fishman and the short, purple-skinned fishman fought fiercely, with corpses constantly floating ashore, causing the surrounding seawater to change color.

"Kou Tao Fishman? What's going on?" Anser was stunned, his mind a little blank.

Which side is this horn calling to, or... is it calling to both?

"Lower the sails, head south, and get away as far as possible." Salian didn't care about any of that; all he wanted was to get away as quickly as possible.

Onboard the Sea Shark, the crew huddled on the deck, looking around in terror.

As a purple-skinned merman and a green-skinned merman fought their way from the sea onto the ship, the crew and slaves were also affected. More and more mermen rushed onto the deck, killing anyone they saw, and the ship was in chaos.

Many crew members died as a result, staring intently at the captain before they died, not understanding why he had done such a thing!
In the corner, Hulse looked at the horn in his hand, already lost in deep self-doubt:
'Did I summon this? What have I done? What on earth happened?!'

In the distance, the QUESTER sped away at full speed, its masts creaking in the wind. It was fortunate that the ship had undergone multiple upgrades; otherwise, even if the masts could withstand the full sails, the hull would not.

"Have Grayhawk keep an eye on things, and make sure everyone's safe." Anser patted Finn's arm.

“Hmm.” Finn’s expression was serious.

Anser thought for a moment, activated the King Butterfly Cloak, flew to the top of the mainmast, and gazed into the distance.

But visibility is very poor tonight, it's pitch black, and you can't see anything.

A few minutes later, the distant dark clouds were blown away by the sea breeze, and moonlight shone down, revealing a unique white wave that stretched for several nautical miles, surging toward Silverscale Bay.

The edge of the white wave just grazed the [Sea Shark], almost capsizing it. The wave crashed over the deck, and by the time the ship had swayed back to its original position, the deck was mostly empty.

Several tips flashed through Anser's mind.

The wave was inconspicuous at first, but it grew faster and faster, with each wave higher than the last, reaching three meters, four meters, five meters...

The raging waves surged into Silverscale Bay like a tidal wave!

Anser seemed to see dark shadows in the waves, but they were too far away, and he always felt it was his imagination.

“What is that?” Salian called out urgently to Anser above.

Anser shook his head slightly, looking confused. He wasn't sure; all he could be sure of was that it wasn't a tsunami.

Fortunately, the giant wave did not reach them. After the wave passed, even the fishmen around the [Sea Shark] were gone. The slave ship escaped a disaster, but there were hardly any survivors left on board.

Anser landed, grabbed Finn's arm tightly, and said, "See that?"

“Murlocs, countless murlocs… have landed.” Finn’s voice was hoarse.

"Where did we log in?" Kaleno asked in surprise, looking bewildered.

"Silverscale Bay!"

"How is this possible?" Careno gripped the mast tightly, veins bulging on his hands.

Anser called out, and Nornos quickly ran over, galloping towards the sea area where the [Sea Shark] was located.

His eyes flickered, and various thoughts surged through his mind, only to be overturned one by one.

'Koutao murlocs? How can there be so many Koutao murlocs? Have they gone mad? What exactly happened in the Underdark?'

Corpses floated in the sea ahead, and the sea breeze carried a faint smell of blood.

Nornos slowed his pace, and Anser carefully examined the corpses of the Koto fishmen, suddenly noticing that their racial characteristics were not consistent.

'Foreign Koto fishmen? Where else but the Underdark...?'

(End of this chapter)