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Edge of the Naga's lair.

The snake-chicken brawl battlefield they had passed by more than an hour ago was now nearing its end.

Those screaming chickens were fighting, eating, and defecating all at the same time.

The air was now filled with the smells of blood, chicken droppings, and the swamp's own muddy stench...

It could almost knock a person over.

"Hurry, hurry! Move all the corpses to the cellar!"

The Naga captain, whose head was half bald, was directing her underlings to clean the area in front of her house.

"How come it has a leg?!" It slapped a snake-man hard on the buttocks with the back of its knife.

It is very anxious now.

I am very anxious.

If Her Majesty the Queen were to see this...

The captain shuddered. It might end up hanging at the door to dry into cured meat, and then become the tribe's food reserve!

"Over there! Chop that damn chicken into eight pieces!"

It roared and gave commands.

Let's slightly modify the defensive battle against a group of unintelligent creatures...

Pretend it's "although the enemy was very strong, we still won a great victory in the end," and the number of enemies... well, let's say two thousand?

No, five thousand!

As long as the ground is cleaned up quickly enough and the excuses are convincing enough, this head should still be able to stay on the neck properly.

Suddenly.

The noise seemed to have been cut off.

The henchmen who had been struggling to move the corpse froze, and the dragged limbs fell into the bloody water with a thud, stirring up filthy mud.

Captain Naga was about to curse.

But a gentle yet sticky and cold feeling gripped its heart, and the roar was abruptly stopped, like a balloon deflating.

Its chest suddenly felt a little cold.

How is that possible?

Isn't it a cold-blooded animal?

Captain Naga looked down in confusion, and saw that her left chest, covered in hard scales, looked like someone had scooped out a scoop of ice cream...

It's empty there.

Where is its heart?

"Thump."

A dull thud echoed as Captain Naga's body crashed into the mud and water, becoming one of the corpses.

That saves me trouble... no need to make up excuses...

It thought.

"waste."

A graceful figure slowly emerged from a murky waterway deep within the swamp.

Vanessa's upper human body was pristine white, standing out starkly from the filthy swamp and chaotic battlefield. She had no followers, yet her oppressive presence filled every inch of the air.

She gracefully swayed her python tail as she paraded.

He rolled through the mud, stopped beside the corpse that had just fallen, raised the purplish-red heart that had been held between his slender fingers, and deftly swirled a touch of scarlet with his forked tongue.

"Can't even keep an eye on the house..."

They stole everything, including themselves.

"What use are you bunch of useless trash?"

As she spoke, she spread her five fingers and made a grabbing motion in the air towards the Naga inside the nest—

"Pop~"

Several egg-sized, green, pearl-like spheres were ripped out. These were the seeds of Naga power, a gift from the gods. Since the vessel was damaged...

Then take it back.

Vanessa's red lips parted slightly, but as they opened wider, her originally beautiful lips gradually became strange.

"Click—click—"

The sound of bones dislocating rang out.

Her jawbone appeared dislocated, and her cherry-sized mouth opened to its limit like a giant python swallowing its oversized prey, revealing a bottomless esophagus and barbed teeth.

Her pretty face instantly collapsed, resembling Kayako's.

As if summoned, those few 'seeds of power' flew straight into her mouth.

"Click".

His jawbone returned to normal, and the skin on his face regained its smoothness. His gaping maw was still adorned with luscious red lips, and the terrifying scene from before seemed like an illusion.

Queen Vanessa's gaze drifted towards the palace.

"They robbed me...and stole my molt...very good..."

Her vertical pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and her gaze seemed to pierce through layers of tree shadows to "see" the "thief" on the boat.

"Since you don't want to be my daughter..."

"Then let's keep it as fertilizer."

Vanasha ignored the approaching Naga and snake people and slowly sank back into the water.

......

Meanwhile, in the middle of a riverbed in the swamp.

Ivan and Ethan were rowing downstream in a boat that looked like a temple.

"Who?! Who's speaking?"

Sita shivered violently, and his taut back instantly collapsed.

"you."

He asked bluntly, "When you said 'she's back,' did you mean the Naga queen?"

The girl blinked blankly. "I don't remember... I think I was asleep just now..."

"It's more like being possessed by a ghost."

Klaus rubbed his arms, which were covered in goosebumps. "He was breathing heavily when he spoke."

That state reminded him of how his sister Lina, after becoming obsessed with divination, would pretend to be a ghost and scare him...

Not scary at all Ծ‸ Ծ

"Alright, let's leave here first."

After observing Sylvia for a while and seeing that she didn't really have any other reaction, he put away the Raven.

Regardless of who 'she' refers to—

It's highly likely that it's the queen who has lost both face and dignity.

—Anyway, it's definitely not a good thing.

As for "returning," it's unclear whether they've just returned or have already gone back to the Naga tribe.

If it's the latter...

That means time is a bit tight.

As for Sita's state just now, it didn't seem like he was being controlled. Perhaps it was some kind of Naga prophecy or secret technique.

"This ship is drafting too deep, and its hull is too flat, which doesn't conform to hydrodynamics..."

"Shut up, expert, I'm the one who did the work anyway—"

Splash...

After interrupting Klaus's complaints, Ivan struggled to row, saying, "I don't think this has anything to do with the boat... I didn't seem to have to row this hard just now."

Even Ivan, who was the strongest, felt strained, let alone Ethan.

His oars seemed to be plunging into solidifying concrete.

"Something's not right, it looks like something's stuck down there..."

Ethan tried to pull it out, but found that the oar seemed to be tangled in something and couldn't be pulled out at all. So he leaned over and looked into the murky water—

There seemed to be some floating shadows below.

The shadows writhed slowly, not just a few, but a dense, overwhelming mass!

"Gurgle..."

Ethan accidentally made eye contact with one of the pythons, which was at least three meters long, and swallowed hard. "...Guys..."

"Don't make a sound."

They moved silently and randomly close to the side of the ship.

As they coiled and intertwined, more and more giant pythons emerged from the water, and the two could clearly see the patterns on their bodies and their amber eyes.

These behemoths roam the sides and bottom of the ship like a group of lurking nightmares. Once awakened by any sound or movement, they will climb up the oars or directly along the ship's side!

It seems someone wants to keep them.

If you open your eyes and look at me, I don't believe you have empty eyes.

"Clang!"

A dark brown bottle was placed on the ground, the sound of which clearly startled the creatures in the water, whose flat heads all turned toward the source of the sound.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

He ignored all the stares and in the blink of an eye, a large pile of wine bottles appeared on the deck.

He glanced back at the surging swarm of pythons and smiled slightly:

"Then, I won't leave."