The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

The melody rippled in the air, driving the power of the wind like ripples, spreading in all directions.

At the edge of the eye of the storm, the "Black Pine" had almost reached the critical point of the gale barrier and was about to be swept in.

At this moment, the wind wall suddenly stopped shrinking, and then gradually moved away, and the wind speed continued to decrease.

Under Xingmo's performance, the storm began to dissipate!

On the bridge of the Typhoon, Delem Kans looked at the giant dragon hanging high in the sky with disgust, feeling his empty right hand.

He cursed a lot, and then chose the most correct way for a pirate king -

——Run away.

The Typhoon left in the howling gale. The blessing left by the bone flute to Delem Kans was still enough to support his escape. Of course, that would not last long.

"..."

On the dragon's back, Aurora looked at Xingmo playing the bone flute with a complicated expression on her face.

"You seem to have more secrets than I do...little saint..." she muttered.

Xing Mo didn't hear any of this. She was concentrating on playing the bone flute, feeling the storm gradually shrinking in her perception and the thunder gradually fading away.

The gray-black wall of storm continued to disintegrate, and the lightning and thunder spreading within it became less and less, and weaker and weaker. The wreckage of the ship thrown up by the wind also continued to fall down.

After a long time, when Xingmo finished playing, the storm covering the sea had completely dissipated.

"..."

Xing Mo put down the bone flute and looked calmly at the still sinking island and the tentacles that were dragging the island down.

As she played, she felt herself overcome by a feeling of compassion that came from deep within her heart and even overshadowed her desire to know the truth.

Recalling the feeling of being oppressed under the deep sea, recalling the inexplicable fear of the deep sea, Xing Mo suddenly had an almost intuitive possibility in his mind -

——She was not a victim of the July shipwreck, but...the target of the July shipwreck.

Perhaps, she had once been bound by the god called the Pale Angel in the depths of that sunken city.

No... not her... but the "golden full moon" and "blue stars" in her body.

Regardless of the exact cause of the shipwreck, what is certain is that the truth lies in the sunken city.

Based on the location of Delem Kans's castle and the fact that the island was not a floating structure on the continental shelf, Xingmo could confirm one thing:

The entrance to the legendary sunken city was right below her.

"Gululu..."

Xingmo looked down at the sea below. At this moment, the tentacles from the sea god completely dragged the entire island into the abyss, leaving only the aftermath surging on the sea.

The sinking of the island seemed to be over and everything returned to calm.

"Is it over?" Vivian looked at the sea below. "Surprisingly, an island..."

"Maybe it's over..." murmured the weak Professor Ling.

"Do not."

Aurora suddenly spoke:

"not yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dull thunder sounded from under the sea, making everyone turn their eyes to the sea again.

As they watched, countless thunderbolts suddenly exploded beneath the calm sea surface, turning the azure water pale.

And amidst the flashes of lightning, a huge shadow was outlined!

It was a giant! A giant standing on the seabed, its angelic wings stretching for dozens of miles, its tentacles waving between its body and giant wings, like a winged squid!

At this moment, He was gazing at the sky with His gigantic, mollusk-like head. Countless unevenly distributed eyes were flashing blue light beneath the deep sea, deep and silent.

He stood on the seabed, gazing at the sky across the calm surface of the water.

Xing Mo only had time to see this much. The thunder under the ocean current only flashed for a brief moment, and the huge shadow disappeared under the sea again.

The spiritual pressure arrived belatedly, and Xingmo only felt a sharp pain in her head. Before she could shout out, green light filled the surroundings.

"Don't be afraid," Aurora said calmly, "It was just... a gaze with God."

Aurora also stabilized Vivian and Ling's conditions. They looked at each other, and a rare look of astonishment flashed in their pupils.

They knew what they had just seen: the god of the sea and storms, the master of the tides, the—

——"Pale Angel Saint Camarastra"

He cast a gaze from beneath the calm surface of the sea, not one of mercy, but one of scrutiny.

"...Let's get out of here quickly." Xingmo murmured subconsciously.

"Erum..." Vivian said with difficulty, "Let's...go quickly...!"

The dragon flapped its membrane wings and flew quickly above the clouds, heading towards the nearest home port.

The sunlight once again shone from the sky onto the sea level. Xingmo held the bone flute tightly, but his mind was in turmoil.

...END...

7) The Oasis -4k- (Vote for this, please!)

"Om-"

The whistle sounded and echoed over the sea.

On the bridge of the 'Voice of the Returning Soul', 'Ocean Archon' Ahmed Tut calmly gazed at the battle-ravaged ship, at the turret torn apart by the thunder of the mythical creature.

"Report, the ship's integrity is 55%, barely enough to support the journey back to Singara." The adjutant reported.

"What is the overall casualties of the fleet?" Ahmed did not look back.

"About one-third survived..." The adjutant lowered his head. "We...were defeated."

He didn't need to say much, Ahmed also knew what a tragic defeat this was for the "Golden Fleet". He led about one-third of the Imperial Navy to encircle the eye of the storm, and then suffered almost complete losses.

Even his flagship, the 'Voice of the Returning Soul', known as the most powerful ironclad ship in the empire, lost all its guns in this battle and retreated in a panic.

Even he himself is now missing one-third of his soul - he sacrificed his soul to the "Invisible Mist" in exchange for an escape.

This was a complete defeat.

Ahmed looked at the imperial ships drifting on the sea. Looking at the miserable bodies of the ironclad ships, he couldn't help but recall the battle scenes he had witnessed with his own eyes.

Yes, it was a storm narwhal, and it single-handedly broke through the army and slaughtered the Empire's troops as prey.

It's impossible for such a lowly creature to possess such powerful mobility. There must be someone behind it manipulating it...

It was a force outside of the pirates and the academy. It was very powerful and perhaps worshipped a terrifying and powerful evil god, so powerful that even the indomitable storm narwhal had to become its follower.

Is a third party entering the Sea of ​​Space and attempting to interfere with the situation between the Empire and the Citadel?

"We need to return immediately," Ahmed said, "and tell Xinjialuo that we can't delay any longer."

That's right, even if the power over the storm is taken away by the people of the Academy, the Empire can no longer tolerate being deadlocked on the coastline.

If the force that controls the Storm Narwhal has more whale followers, the Imperial Navy will be unable to move forward at sea even without the blessing of the bone flute.

Ahmed never feared his enemies. Even if he failed, he would regard it as the beginning of the next fight.

As for the dragon...

"I will hang your head from the mast, drink your blood and devour your flesh at the sailors' feast..."

Ahmed's mouth curled up slightly, and his pupils flashed with a cruel light.

The whistle sounded again. This time, the damaged "Voice of the Returning Soul" turned on the sea and gradually sailed towards New Gara.

......

"Ah Qiu~"

On the deck of the Black Pine, Vivian suddenly sneezed, and her white-haired head looked around:

"Who, who scolded me?"

"No one's scolding you..." Professor Ling, wrapped in a blanket, was half-lying in a chair, squinting his eyes in the sun. "Don't be so sensitive."

"Sorry, I always feel a little too nervous..." Vivian sighed.

Half a day had passed since the group escaped from the eye of the storm. At this moment, the setting sun slowly sank on the horizon, the night covered the sky like a veil, and the light of the stars flickered faintly.

The overall condition of the "Black Pine" is not bad. When the Imperial Navy was fighting with the pirates, it had been hiding behind the reefs, so it was not affected by the artillery fire.

In fact, if you insist, the "Black Pine" is basically in an intact state, at most the mental state of the sailors is not ideal.

After all, many people saw the huge tentacles breaking through the waves of the sea. Although the expansion of pollution was stopped under the control of wizards and spiritual vision, at the level of mysticism, even a glance can cause lasting damage.

Today, the "Black Pine" is anchored in relatively safe waters, undergoing repairs and maintenance.

"..."

Vivian gazed at the busy deck, watched the wizards perform spiritual healing on the sailors, and watched the seagulls fly through the light cast by the setting sun, leaving broken shadows on the deck.

The sound of membrane wings flapping in the air was heard. Vivian looked up and saw Erlum flying from not far away. His feet landed on the deck and he dropped a net bag.

"Have you returned from hunting?"

Vivian walked forward and looked down, only to see the net bag filled with many sea fish, jumping around happily.

Fearing that the crew would be disgusted by dragon saliva, Erlum learned how to catch fish with a net... or at least how to put the fish into the net.

"I don't dislike you~" Vivian opened her arms, hugged Erlum's head, and rubbed it, "Erlum is my good friend~ Huh?~"

As she hummed, her pupils froze slightly, the light of the setting sun gradually dissipated, and mottled shadows fell on the girl's eyes.

"That guy said I have a brother..." Vivian whispered, "Erum, do I really have a brother? But I don't remember anything..."

Erlum breathed softly, extended his tongue, and gently scraped Vivian's face.

"You don't know either?" Vivian smiled bitterly. "Maybe... we're both idiots who've been kept in the dark..."

At this time, Xing Mo's voice came from the side:

"Senior Vivian, can I borrow some fish?"

Vivian turned around and saw Xingmo carrying a shoulder pole on his shoulders. He looked like... a fisherman selling goods at the market?

"Of course," Vivian pointed to the net bag beside her, "Take whatever you want."

"Thank you!" Xingmo smiled.

She picked out some fatter fish and put them into the shoulder pole, then walked to the side of the boat and went down to the sea from the small lifting platform.

At this moment, a huge shadow was accompanying the Black Pine - it was Bai Ling, Aurora's follower, a storm narwhal with extraordinary wisdom.

Xingmo looked at the majestic body floating on the sea, and couldn't help but recall the scene when she first met this "little animal" mentioned by Aurora.

Back then, it sat hanging in Sir Derek Larson's steam plant, looking half-dead.

Now, several months after returning to nature, it seems to have completely regained its majesty as a mythical creature, its pale horn breaking through the water, and faint lightning flickering around it.

Next to Bai Ling, Aurora was riding in a small boat, and was gently stroking Bai Ling's head with her hand, letting the green light like water ripples ripple on its body.

"Thank you for your hard work," Aurora spoke softly to her little animal. "Does it hurt? Are you feeling any better?"

The white spirit let out a soft, ethereal cry, and the long fins on its flanks slightly stirred the water surface.

"It doesn't hurt anymore? I'm glad it doesn't hurt." Aurora chuckled.

She heard footsteps and turned to see Xingmo stepping onto the boat from the small platform. She smiled brightly.

"Have you brought food for the animals?"

"I think you're more like a small animal than it," Xingmo said, putting down the shoulder pole and placing both buckets of fish on the boat. "How is it?"

"He was hit in the side by the ironclad's cannon," Aurora pointed at Bai Ling's body, "but he's almost healed."

Xing Mo turned around and saw an obvious burnt mark between Bai Ling's white scales. That part of the scales was lifted up, revealing the horrible burnt flesh and blood.

But the flesh and blood were gradually recovering under the nourishment of the green light, so Bai Ling narrowed her huge eyes and made a comfortable sound.

"It almost single-handedly wiped out the entire Golden Fleet and the pirate fleet," Xing Mo exclaimed. "It truly is a mythical creature."

"This kind of success is hard to replicate, huh?" Aurora turned around. "This was a surprise attack, and Bai Ling hasn't attracted lightning in a while, so its horn has a stronger ability to withstand it."

"If it were to encounter the Imperial Fleet on a direct battlefield, it would be blasted to pieces by the ironclads' salvos."