Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

They wander and multiply deep in the sea, possessing the ability to sweep across the earth, but they have never truly set their sights on this land. They wait for the return of the Creator, but have not received a response for thousands of years.

Until one day, they suddenly discovered that the creatures on land that were once no different from them, the fish, the cats and dogs, the bears and deer, had unknowingly imitated the appearance of the Creator and even walked in front of them.

Following the original setting of the will of the swarm, these created races were no different from the pets favored by the Creator, so He called them "scaleless compatriots". They helped them, took them to find the relics left by the Creator, fed them with the flesh and blood of the swarm, supported their development, accepted their research, and endured their attacks - even if this was an incomprehensible internal struggle in their eyes, which would only make the loss meaningless.

But they never regret and never retreat. They are a large group, the Creator's faithful executors, carrying out the Creator's will.

This kind of days lasted for thousands of years, until a group of their scaleless compatriots voluntarily rebelled against their large group, came before them, called themselves "their believers", and formed the church called the Deep Sea.

"The Haisi are indeed old-fashioned creatures. They have always followed the rules left by a group called the Creator and have no other goals."

"But this innocence can also be used. We may not be able to control Hai Si no matter what, but we have ways to guide him. You know, no matter what era or what church, there is only one thing that they are best at - interpreting the words in the scriptures from different or even opposite directions."

The Creator said, your mission is to transform the environment of this planet. Then you should take the initiative to transform it, rather than passively waiting for instructions. Those who take the initiative will be more praised by God.

The state of this planet has not yet reached the point where it must be transformed? Then I will prove to you that the endless struggle and involution of the Terrans have brought devastating disasters on both land and sea. Iberia is the ironclad proof. It was them who made the calamity from outside the earth - Originium - into nails and inserted them into the body of the ocean.

The intelligence of the mass will is not high. Humans will not give a sweeping robot much intelligence. The threat of rebellion brought by intelligent AI has long been spread throughout the galaxy along with the civil war of a Star Sea Empire. The mass will, which has intelligence but is not much, obviously cannot judge which words of the Deep Sea Church are sincere conversations and which are malicious deceptions. Even if they follow the original settings, they often turn a deaf ear to the chattering of the Deep Sea Church from the "non-authorized object", but there are always one or two accidents.

The result of this accident was the destruction of the great tranquility of Iberia.

The large group of wills judged that the Originium material in the Iberia Lighthouse inserted into the sea was indeed a great threat to the planet, and they felt sincerely angry at the foolish actions of their scaleless compatriots on land who tried to use the Originium, so they carried out the minimum level of self-defense.

The Lifeblood of the Origin roared angrily, silencing all the lighthouses in Iberia, transforming almost all of Iberia's coastline, and sinking more than three-quarters of Iberia's coastal cities. For the hordes, this was just a small application of their environmental transformation function, but for the history of Iberia and Terra, this was a bold stroke that forced history to change course!

From that day on, the Deep Sea Church, which had witnessed the true strength of Hai Si, began to plan a Great Silence, initiated by the Lifeblood of Origin and controlled by Ishamara, which would be enough to transform the entire planet.

This is very difficult. After the first angry roar, the Lifeline of the Origin quickly attracted doubts from the group. As the ruler of the ecological transformation cluster, the unmelted iceberg that controls "biological DNA, identification and verification" discovered the abnormality of the Lifeline of the Origin at the first time, and criticized its behavior of using the transformation authority without the consent of the authority and its own certification. This criticism directly led to the Lifeline of the Origin falling silent and no longer responding to any guidance from the Deep Sea Church.

But it was also during that great silence that the Deep Sea Cultists finally understood several of the rulers in the Sea Heir, and found the more irritable and easier to guide corrupt heart - Ishamara.

They tried every possible means to guide and call upon the sea heirs in the voice of compatriots, attract the people on land to accept the transformation of sea heirs' cells and become sea heirs, pursue, design and guide the deep-sea hunters to kill Ishamara, show the cruelty of mankind, and then revive Ishamara, thereby triggering the Origin's lifeline to react aggressively to humans, and [struggle] Ishamara's counterattack.

Everything is almost ready.

But now, the trumpet sounded again, not from the awakened Ishamara, but from the city of Lateran.

It was indeed difficult for the Deep Sea Church to plant spies in the Lateran City, where synesthesia was rampant. The small Iberian specialty shop was indeed just a tool for an old Iberian Lateran believer to make a living. Amaya did not use the horn she bought in the souvenir shop. She made that transaction just to cover up her action when she turned around and took out another horn from her arms.

"Woo--" Amaya put the horn to her lips and murmured softly.

The distance between Lateran and Iberia is more than ten thousand miles, and the Terrans cannot possibly hear the horn from Lateran with their hearing alone. But Hai Si is different.

They do not rely on hearing to act. In order to synchronously carry out the task of transforming the entire planet, they have a neural network covering the entire planet. When the specially designed horn was blown, the Iberian Deep Sea Church received the information immediately.

"Eternal Knight Roy is a Sea Heir, and a stray individual from a large group! He is now in Lateran, and is suspected to have facilitated an alliance between Casimir and Leitania. After winning over Lateran, he may launch a devastating attack on the Church at any time!"

Yes, as a deep-sea bishop, a fanatic who never rejects the fusion of sea heirs and is even willing to become the food of sea heirs, Amaya can smell the familiar smell on Roy even if she is ten meters away.

The feeling of "fellow countrymen" that was also mentioned by Skadi, a deep-sea hunter.

"I may not be able to come back, please stimulate Poseidon immediately!"

Volume 1: Chapter 281: The Great Silence

Iberia, coastline, Ilias tide watcher site.

Tide watchers originated on the coastline of early Iberia. Before some large-scale fishing villages organized villagers to go out to sea to catch fish, they needed to obtain the consent and guidance of tide watchers. They initially played the role of wizards and prophets in Iberia. Later, with the progress of the times, they gradually developed into official personnel in port cities to monitor marine activities during the monarchy era.

It is said that when the Great Silence came, the first tide watcher who discovered the huge waves had issued a warning to the king of the Golden Kingdom, hoping that the king would immediately go inland for refuge. But the final result is already clear to everyone. Whether it is arrogance or backbone, the king ignored the warning and finally sank into the sea along with the magnificent capital.

After the Great Silence, the position of Tide Watcher was retained, but the identity was changed from government employee to military personnel. Each Tide Watcher was a member of the Punishment Army. They were stationed on land very close to the coastline. Their only job every day was to observe the changes in the ocean, record all information and changes, and report to the Inquisition. But even so, they were the branch with the highest casualty rate in the Punishment Army, without a doubt.

There are thousands of tide watcher stations scattered along the coastline of Iberia, and the Ilias station is just one of them. But as the person in charge of this station, tide watcher Asturias Edward has never been lax about his duties.

At six o'clock in the morning, he woke up listening to the rumbling sound of the waves. After a simple wash, he pulled the ear of the adjutant who was in charge of the night watch.

"Lena, why are you sleeping again?"

The adjutant whose ears were grabbed suddenly came to his senses. Although he was young, his face, which had been roughened by the sea breeze, showed an expression of pain and annoyance.

"Ahhh, come on, Commander Edward, I just took a ten-minute break. It's almost dawn, and there was no movement last night!"

Asturias raised his head and glanced at the peaceful coastline outside the window. He sighed helplessly, loosened his hand that was pinching his ear, looked at his useless daughter and adjutant, and said earnestly:

"Lena, what did I teach you? Tidewatchers cannot take a break for even a second. Even if they die, they have to wait until their successors arrive. Ten minutes is a long time. Do you know how long it took for our capital to go from prosperity to disappearance when the Great Silence came?"

"Only five minutes! Commander Edward, you have told this story countless times." Lena touched her ears with some heartache and said with a bitter face.

Edward shook his head, looking disappointed. "That's because my father has told me this story countless times. He was an eyewitness to the Great Silence. He had just left the city the day before the capital sank."

"Oh, forget it. You will understand sooner or later. You worked hard last night. Go to sleep now."

Edward turned around, focused his eyes on the coastline, and waved to his daughter with his back turned.

Lena was silent for a moment, shrugged, and prepared to leave.

【Woo----】

Without warning, a melodious conch sound came from the depths of the sea. Asturias, who was looking at the coastline, frowned and subconsciously picked up the notebook at hand. Behind him, Lena also stopped and turned to walk towards Edward.

"An unknown conch sound is heard from the sea."

Hearing his daughter's footsteps returning, Edward turned his head slightly and quickly instructed,

"Lena, go to the communication station and report this to the Punitive Forces. Act quickly. I will continue to monitor the coastline here."

The footsteps stopped behind her, but Lena didn't make any sound, as if she didn't hear Edward's order.

The tide watcher was a little confused, but he didn't dare to take his eyes away from the coastline even for a second. He could only urge: "Go quickly, I'm watching here!"

But there was still no response from behind.

Edward finally couldn't help but turned around angrily and looked behind him.

His daughter and adjutant was standing not far behind him, looking at him with confusion, and seemed to be saying something with her open mouth, but Edward did not hear a single syllable.

He opened his mouth in surprise and tried to ask, "What are you talking about?" But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt something weird.

He also didn't hear any of his own voice.

Am I deaf?

No, even if I am deaf, Lena cannot be deaf too. She cannot fail to act after hearing my order.

He suddenly realized that it was not only the language that disappeared. The sound of the endlessly repetitive waves disappeared, the mournful cries of the feathered beasts disappeared, and the buzzing sounds of various equipment in the observatory disappeared. The world seemed to have suddenly fallen into some mysterious state, and Edward could not hear any sound except his own pounding heartbeat.

All sounds are silent.

He suddenly remembered the story he had heard and repeated countless times.

Great silence.

The light suddenly dimmed, and Lena suddenly opened her eyes wide in silence, raised her hand in fear, and pointed behind Edward. The tide watcher's eyes widened, and he turned around in fear with his teeth chattering. What he saw was not the familiar unchanging coastline, but the countless densely packed fish-like sea monsters that had covered the entire observation window. Their dirty limbs and ugly mouthparts were firmly attached to the solid glass window of the observation station, and they kept squirming, making sounds that made people feel disgusted even if they couldn't hear them.

Soon, with almost no time for the tide watchers to react, the wall, which had been tested and would not be damaged even by the Judgment Army's single-handed cannon, began to show dents and cracks, and spider web patterns appeared on the tempered glass. Within five seconds, the spider web patterns had spread all over the glass, turning the sea monsters outside the window into indescribable objects. Another ten seconds later, the site was completely covered by the overwhelming terrifying fish, and the outer wall, which was completely overwhelmed, began to collapse. Edward staggered to his daughter in two steps, stretched out his hand, and hugged him in his arms.

Immediately afterwards, they really came in one after another.

At the same time, the first alarm message from the Tide Watcher Station was transmitted to the nearest Punitive Army camp, followed by a wave of terrifying fish rolling in.

Unexpectedly, ordinary life was disrupted.

Volume 1: Chapter 282 The Golden Age

Iberia, Inquisition Headquarters.

The few remaining telephone lines had been overwhelmed, and emergency messages from all over the country flooded the office like snowflakes. The Grand Inquisitors did not even have time to understand what happened on the coastline, and had to pick up their swords and lanterns and take the fastest means of transportation to the front line.

But even so, the problem of insufficient manpower has been thoroughly exposed. The Inquisition has had to temporarily use a large number of young inquisitors and candidate inquisitors who have not had time to be trained and taught. These young people lack experience, and the best outcome for them when they go to the front line is nothing more than a heroic sacrifice. But without them, Iberia would have become a footnote in the history of Terra, just like Gaul.

"We have no choice."

The old man with a snow-white beard and wrinkles on his aged face fastened the straps of his leather vest tightly, put on his dark grey windbreaker and loose top hat, and solemnly picked up his polished sword and lamp.

Dario, who had just returned from the front line and had not had time to rest for a moment, opened the door and happened to see the scene in front of him. He couldn't help but ask:

"Teacher Carmen, are you leaving too?"

Saint Carmen, Carmen iberia, was a devout believer, a holy monk, and a resolute inquisitor. After the Great Silence, he and eleven other surviving allies followed the legend of the Twelve Saints of Lateran, changed their surnames to Iberia, and with the power of twelve people, they changed the original Iberian State Church into the Inquisition, and rebuilt the order of Iberia from the ruins until today.

The second great silence came.

The sound disappeared in an instant, and the calm sea was once again stirred up by huge waves. Although there was no devastating tide that changed the coastline like the first Great Silence, it easily destroyed almost all of the Inquisition's tide-watching stations on the coastline in a short period of time, and destroyed one third of the Punishment Army camps.

Although all this lasted for a short time, with the tsunami and the silent battle lasting less than three minutes each, it was undoubtedly a heavy blow, a blow that Iberia could not afford.

Even if Iberia can survive this disaster, after the disaster, it will completely become a third-rate country on par with Bolivar and Rem Billiton. This is a despairing fact.

But Carmen didn't even have the time to think about the future. At this moment, most Iberians were not even qualified to think about the future.

Reality has grabbed all of them by the throat.

"Dario, I have to go." Carmen turned around and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. This was his disciple and the one he most favored among the current inquisitors.

He is firm, brave, not afraid of sacrifice, and never wavers. Carmen knows that his secret method cannot last long and his time will come to an end, so he intends to give his position to Dario.

But everything happened too fast and too suddenly, and they didn't even want to give him a chance to hand over the baton or a peaceful death.

"Eighty years ago, the Great Silence struck Iberia. At that time, I could only sit back and watch it destroy everything we were proud of, destroying the golden age that none of us could walk out of. Now, I can't let it destroy it a second time."

He may not be able to do anything. But he has to do it.

If you can accomplish everything with ease, you are not a hero, you are a god. Most people's lives are full of surprises. Only those who can remain calm and respond smoothly in the face of sudden accidents can be called heroes and create "miracles".

"After I leave, someone will still need to take charge of the headquarters. I'll leave it to you."

Carmen instructed seriously. Dario almost immediately wanted to object:

"Teacher, let me go with you--"

"Do you want Elini to take over the command?" Carmen asked.

The girl who was saved by the scripture in the building collapse is now Dario's apprentice and a new generation of young inquisitor. After Dario teaches her how to correctly understand and use the power in her hands, she will be able to become a true great inquisitor.

But it would be irresponsible to let her take over everything now. Dario couldn't entrust the lives of the Inquisition and the Punishment Army to Elini, who had not yet understood what "judgment" meant.

He bit his lip and remained silent for a long time. When he looked up again, Carmen had already left.

"Master?"

The gentle call brought him back from his trance. Dario turned around and saw Elini standing behind him without him noticing, looking at him with worried eyes.

"The Saint has left. Now we have to..."

Dario took a deep breath, waved to Elini, and entered Carmen's office.

"Help me sort the information and transfer the connections. Iberia is now in our hands."

...........

"Mom, what is the Golden Age?"

"The golden age is... it is... it is when the city streets are clean, the uncles and aunts on the street are kind, everyone has food to eat, and occasionally they can go out and play together."

"You're lying. I read in a story that there were big ships in the Golden Age! Big ships that could hold the entire Lisbon!"

"What does that have to do with us?"

Hearing the squeaking sound of some slippery body moving on the ground outside the door, the woman walked to the door with a smile on her face and put her hand on the handle.

"What you're talking about is the golden age that only the high officials in the city can enjoy. Don't you want to see our golden age, kid?"

"I want to!" the girl responded crisply, her face full of anticipation.

The woman opened the door.

The Hai Si, who were faithfully carrying out the cleansing and transformation orders, swarmed in and tore the woman's fragile body into pieces in an instant. The legless girl, sitting on the bed, stared at it all in a daze, as if she couldn't react to what was happening. The next second, the tentacles with terrifying spiral teeth found her.

The blood was quickly sucked dry, the skin and flesh were quickly crushed, her head was being spoiled, but her soul seemed to be liberated. She began to feel the kindness of those who fed on her, and began to accept, recognize, agree with and even willingly devote herself to them without any reason. This transformation was subtle and unreasonable. In just a few seconds, she had begun to call herself "the swarm".

Her mind did not die. On the contrary, she suddenly felt her own existence, which was clearer and more sensitive than before when she was in a dark room, shivering in the cold sea breeze. She was no longer hungry, tired, or exhausted. She felt full of strength!

She even felt that she had legs that she had never had before. She even had eight legs at the same time. She controlled the stem to jump forward happily and joyfully, feeling this hard-earned happiness.

"Mom, you didn't lie to me, this is the golden age."

She laughed, and the sound that came out of the anemone's rudimentary vocal organs was like the hissing sound of a clogged toilet.

"boom--"

A sudden cannon shot accurately hit the peculiar-looking anemone and the countless sea monsters behind her, leaving a pool of disgusting flesh on the ground.

Her golden age ended all too quickly, just as it did for Iberia.

Volume 1: Chapter 283: The Lateran Contract (Part 1)

"Stop her!"