The greatest courage of mortals is to challenge the sky and the ocean.

A slightly salty sea breeze blows from the east, blowing across the long coastline of the east coast, and blowing through the port houses with black beveled roofs and ancient steep towers. The black crown and shield flags fly over the main castle of the port city "Mobius". The flags face the endless sea, and the rising sun rises on the sea.

Earl Owen Dyson, with short black hair, dark blue eyes and a long black double-breasted windbreaker, stood in front of a window facing the sea. On the commanding heights of the castle, quietly overlooking the prosperous city below and the shimmering calm sea in the distance.

This is the Port of Mobius, the largest harbor on the east coast of the Tifeng Empire, and it is a must-see stop for humans in the eastern region to visit the ocean.

Once was.

The Dysons have ruled this land for hundreds of years. Earl Owen's ancestors led the original leaders here to overcome obstacles and reshape the solid coastline in the eastern part of the empire with the power of boulders and magic. Seven hundred years ago, this was an extremely prosperous city. Tifeng, who had just established the country, relied on this harbor to knock on the gateway to the sea and opened up important colonial sites on several islands in the east. The ancestors mined ore and planted spices on those islands, providing a continuous and precious resource for the new country. The prosperous Eastern Continent route maintained the southeast and northeastern material circulation in the empire. The Port of Mobius was the hub for all this and had a transcendent position for a time.

However, the prosperous scene lasted for a short time.

The depravity of the three major dark sects ruined the qualifications of human beings to challenge the ocean. The departure of the Storm Son was no longer able to sense the storms and magic turbulences on the endless seas, nor could they calm the fury of the oceans. Only a dozen nautical miles away from the land were left in the seas that could sail safely, and these "safe routes" were intermittent and could not be connected at all.

Initially, the brave captains and scholars also tried to use experience, courage and alternative extraordinary spells to maintain those routes, but the high cost and the embarrassing national strength at the beginning of the founding of Tifeng made the brave challengers finally choose to give up. The colonial islands in the distant sea were forced to abandon, and the minerals, plants, and marine life output from the ocean was also interrupted. This brief and prosperous port of Mobius was also in trouble for hundreds of years.

It has changed from a bustling port city to a distribution center for offshore fishermen and to a resting place for nearby businesses and travelers. The city has maintained its reliance on unsea fishing goods and passing taxes to this day.

Then until today, it has become prosperous again.

Earl Owen's eyes swept across the edge of the city, sweeping over the towering towers and faintly rising smoke near the coastline.

That is a mining site for burning stones.

No one expected that the one who finally brought Port Mobius back to life would be those gray and white stones that were once considered useless and worthless than mud.

The edge of the coastline is full of burning stones. Those stones are raw materials for producing abundant dust and crystal substrates. The emergence of new technologies has made them popular from worthlessness. As the largest city on the east coast, the Port of Mobius has also come back to life overnight like a miracle. In just a few years, it has become prosperous again.

And as rapidly as Mobius Port is the entire Tifeng Empire.

The great His Majesty Rosetta Augustus brought prosperity and change to the empire. Although the many "changes" he brought made some stubborn and conservative nobles very dissatisfied, these dissatisfied nobles did not include the lord of Mobius. Earl Irving Dyson. For this border count who had undergone a huge transformation from hardship to wealth, what His Majesty Rosetta brought to him was an absolute improvement.

What made the border count even more excited and even excited was that the talented and wise Emperor, after making the empire rich and powerful, finally turned his attention to the endless sea again.

The shimmering sea surface was slightly undulating in the distance, and the rising sun was shining with fine phosphorescence on the sea surface. Earl Owen knew that the seemingly calm sea was actually extremely dangerous. The chaotic storms and magic turbulent flows more than ten miles away would cause even the most powerful extraordinary people to bury them in the deep sea. Moreover, the turbulent flows and storms cut the originally complete coastal routes into pieces. Hundreds of years ago, the new and weak Kingdom of Tifeng failed to regain those routes, but today, the reborn Tifeng Empire may have the ability to challenge the sea again.

A sound of footsteps from afar awakened Owen Dyson from his contemplation, and he heard the voice of the attendant coming from behind: "Sir, that creature is awake."

Earl Owen turned his head and said, "I know, lead the way."

"Yes, sir."

Irving Dyson left the room facing the sea, accompanied by his servants, walked through the long corridor of the castle, walked into the deep corridor, and came to the deepest part of the family castle. In a secret room engraved with many runes and reinforced with a large number of sacred and magical materials, he saw the "that creature" in the servant's mouth.

He was wrapped in a somewhat worn black robe and lay quietly on the stone bed in the middle of the secret room. A large number of rune chains and sacred amulets imprisoned him there, suppressing the extraordinary power he might have.

In fact, Irving could tell at a glance that this should be a human being, but his mutated face was beyond recognition.

The exposed arms, face, and neck were covered with chilling, light green scales, and their eyes were like snakes with golden vertical pupils. Their hair had faded, and they were replaced by a layer of seaweed-like, greasy cortical augmentation on their scalp. His palms were twisted and stretched, and there was a web-like thing connected between his fingers. What was even more frightening was his legs

The flesh and blood on the legs were blurred like some kind of chaos product, and it was hard to separate each other. They were together, their joints were bent, their skin was sticky, and their scales were growing on them.

This looks like some unfinished transformation, or... is mutating from humans toward some strange shape.

The "monster" had woken up. When Count Irving approached, he saw the other party's eyes rolling, and the terrifying golden vertical pupils swept towards him, but the other party's body was still lying quietly on the stone bed, but his chest was slightly undulating.

Earl Owen frowned, and next to him a mage wearing a moon patterned robe walked up to him.

"Sir, I have stabilized his mental state with calming spells and the leachate of the Moonmian Grass. This monster is temporarily safe."

Irving Dyson nodded and looked at another figure not far away. It was a knight with a medium figure, thick beard and deep eye sockets.

"Let's talk about the details when you discovered this 'creature'." He said to the Knight.

"Yes, sir," the knight nodded, "We found it near the desert to the south. He had locals reported that unusual winds and rains occurred in that area, and the sea was whistling constantly. We were worried that magic turbulence was invading the land, so we went to check it out, but found this 'monster' on the rocky beach on the coast.

"He didn't have anything like a ship fragment around him, and no ships that had stranded from the reefs were found nearby. I guess he didn't come by boat, maybe he swam over...

"He was half-unconscious and a little wilted by the sun, but when we approached, he woke up quickly and acted very aggressively. He attacked us with some kind of spell similar to the acid arrow, but fortunately we brought two mages over and subdued him with spell counter-suppression.

"He fainted from excessive weakness. Before he fainted, he kept mumbling sentences that no one could understand. The soldiers were a little scared when they heard the mutters. Some people said that it was the curse mentioned by the fishermen, the language that only the dead who were swallowed by the waves would speak...

"There is nothing on him that can prove his identity except half a broken talisman, but his clothes are definitely from human hands... I guess he is a poor man cursed by the terrible power in the deep sea, of course, this is just my judgment."

Earl Owen nodded and looked at the mage beside him: "What's the name in the amulet?"

"I can't see the name, sir," the mage said, picking up the cracked amulet and handing it to Count Irving. "It's completely damaged, the magic power has passed away, the remaining magic model has no reference value, and there is also a very strange point. The decorative patterns on its surface seem to have been deliberately polished, and it's no longer visible."

Earl Owen took the amulet that was only half the size of an old round gold coin of the Empire, and turned it in his hand and took a look.

It is half the remaining part of a circular amulet, and the material may be Misilian. It was obviously an extraordinary item, and as the mage said, it had obvious marks of polishing on one side. The technique was very rough, but it completely grindled away the patterns on the amulet that can be identified.

Owen threw the amulet into the hand of the servant who was standing aside.

"You used to be a human..." He came to the humanoid creature with scales and webs, bent down and stared at the disturbing pair of eyes, "Is it?"

"Hi..."

What came from the throat of the humanoid creature was a hoarse voice that humans could not make, like some kind of amphibious creature, chaotic and low, and difficult to distinguish.

"You stayed in the sea for a long time...the smell of fish, the smell of mud, and the magical breath of the storm," Earl Owen was still staring at the other side, "What's in the sea? What made you look like?"

Responding to him was still a chaotic voice. Listening to the strange voice, Irving even faintly had the impression of the surging waves appearing in his mind.

"Some unknown extraordinary power has twisted this poor man," said the mage beside him, "Sir, I have communicated with him many times before using hypnosis and other methods. This poor guy has completely lost the human language ability."

"No, it's your method wrong." Earl Owen said, and casually untied a pendant emitting a faint blue light from his wrist.

He approached the pendant close to the "monster" lying on the stone bed, the latter stared at the mysterious and deep blue light, and suddenly opened his eyes slightly.

"A long time ago, when the city of Mobius was still a prosperous harbor, the Dysons were intimate with the Church of Storm," the count said slowly. "We have preserved many artifacts related to Storm, such as a pendant that had been blessed by the Storm Priest... Now, tell me, Son of Storm, what exactly did you encounter?"

Even though there was nothing to identify on the other party, and even if the pattern on the surface of the talisman had been worn off, Irving Dyson could still guess what the man from the far sea was from the beginning.

After all, he and his family have been watching this sea area for hundreds of years.

The black-robed "monster" on the stone bed stared at the pendant in Earl Irving's hand, and suddenly took a deep breath. In the hoarse voice like a broken bellows, he slowly said in a tone that seemed like a dream: "Have you... heard the deep sea... call?"

"The call of the deep sea?" Earl Owen frowned, "What are you talking about?"

The voice of the monster in the black robe became more and more ethereal, as if his mind had gradually dissipated: "Ah... on the dark and deep seabed... the gods have changed... The flesh and blood devoured the flesh and blood, calling with the sound of the tide... Listen carefully, can you hear..."

"It seems that your mind has been completely polluted," Count Irving shook his head regretfully, preparing to put away the amulet, "but I still thank you, thank you for once again reminding me of the dangers of the ocean, and reminding me that I should be cautious about it."

The amulet emitting blue light gradually left the black-robed monster's sight, the latter breathing violently, but suddenly, his breathing calmed down, and a strange smile appeared on his face, mixed with calmness and joy.

The fine scales made the smile look particularly terrifying.

Earl Owen heard the monster send out the last few syllables from his throat:

"I heard, I heard...she was summoning...Eva was summoning us...back on track..."
Chapter completed!