Siren, visitors under the deep sea, from the indescribable black abyss, were waiting quietly and patiently in the sea outside the island.

The magnificent and ancient temple is silent. Most of the priests who were once bustling here are gone. The final transformers hide in the rooms everywhere, waiting for the day of fate to come.

In the deepest room of the Great Temple, an old man wearing a triple crown of storm stood in front of the bed depicting waves, clouds, and lightning, and looked down at the person lying on the bed.

That was the last storm priest in the temple besides him, a superman with strong power and firm will.

However, now this powerful man could only lie on the bed in a daze, weakening a little bit in the huge fear and anxiety. His skin had already turned gray and blue, and some kind of scales like a sea fish covered all the skin on his neck and limbs. In fact, the legs of the storm priest had even "melt" and deformed. The original human limbs were gradually merged into a form between fish and snakes, which made him unable to even wear human clothes, but could only wrap his whole body in a thin blanket.

"The Pope's Crown..." The priest of the Storm who was lying on the bed suddenly moved his lips and murmured with a low voice, "You are still here..."

"I'm here," said Storm Pope Thor Storm, in a low and gentle tone, "Can you still hear me?"

"I can... although it sounds far away," the storm whispered, the scaly tissue near his neck kept undulating as he spoke, "Are we at the beach now?"

Pope Storm shook his head: "Did you forget that we are in the temple in the center of the island, which is far from the sea..."

"I can't remember it anymore. I heard the sound of waves. It was very close and I thought I had arrived at the beach..." The Storm Priest said slowly, "There is also the sea breeze blowing on my face, and I feel... very comfortable."

The old pope's expression dimmed, and his speech slowed down: "...The sea breeze cannot be blown here."

"Probably because my time is coming soon..." The Storm Priest was silent for a moment, and said with a hint of relief. He slowly raised his seriously mutated right hand. Between the slender and light green fingers, there was a tough web-like object connecting the original human limbs. "I have heard their calls more and more clearly, and the calls from the sea itself... It was a very gentle voice, and I think she... has no malice."

Faced with such a low murmur, the Pope did not speak for a moment, and the unspeakable silence condensed between the two.

A few seconds later, the storm priest who was still lying on the bed broke the silence: "We have been obsessed with this road for too long... Maybe it's really time to choose to give up."

The old pope shook his head: "This is not like what you usually say."

"But this is not an ordinary day," said the priest of the Storm. "We persistently go to the deep sea, trying to find the answer from the deep sea, but a fallen god cannot give us any answers... Our initial persistence has deteriorated in these seven hundred years. You, me, and many priests. We started to advance to explore the truth, but in the end, "exploring the truth" became an excuse for all kinds of partial execution... What happens to us now is probably the price of everything, and paranoia... has led to even more paranoid changes..."

The old pope was silent for a moment and suddenly smiled: "...You are called a philosopher, so you are still thinking about these things at this moment."

"Thinking is human instinct, human talent and innate rights..." The Storm Priest, known as the "philosopher", said quietly and slowly, "I just hope... when I become a member of 'them', I can still think like now, as now..."

His words suddenly stopped, and a disturbing noise replaced the human language, constantly muttering from the depths of his throat, and it seemed that the sound of a faint sound of sea waves was mixed in the room, and there was an invisible flow of water, and it was like a humid, like a breath of seaweed in the air, and the water element was enriched, forming visible marks on the bed, floor and walls, and in this terrible vision, the man lying in the bed began to quickly transform towards the last stage of mutation—

As the last distinctive feature of human beings, his light blue eyes were quickly covered by a light golden chaotic color, and his original pupils gradually turned into a pair of vertical pupils. In the sudden intensification of breathing, Pope Thor Storm heard another human language that could barely be recognizable from the other party's throat: "Ah, I heard... the sound in the waves... Under the Pope's crown, I heard the call of the dark abyss, there was a sound, many overlapping sounds..."

The pope held the priest's hand, and he felt that the other party's soul was resonating with some farther and higher will. The man was gradually being influenced by the consciousness in the endless deep sea. The priest's lips were twitching, his eyes became more and more dazed, and his last words were intermittent: "Those voices are summoning...those voices are summoning...those voices are saying..."

Suddenly, his trance seemed to have all faded away, and an unprecedented slightness appeared in the mutated eyes of the main priest. The lips of this Naga, who was still a human a few seconds ago, were shaking violently. It seemed that the last trace of instinct in the muscles was still fighting, but in the end his struggle still failed.

The shaking lips finally turned into a bright smile, and the corners of his mouth were raised, and he was extremely happy: "Let's go dig the big squid!!"

Saul Storm let go of the hand of the priest and sighed dejectedly.

This person already belongs to the deep sea.

Everyone on this island already belongs to the deep sea.

The priest who turned into Naga was still lying on the bed, immersed in the trance brought by the first "promotion", the Pope wearing the triple crown of the storm stood up, he sorted out his clothes, picked up the scepter leaning against the corner of the wall, turned toward the door - he left the room deep in the temple, walked through the deep and long corridors, and walked through closed doors. Behind the doors, there were inhuman low whispers, the sound of inexplicable waves, and the chilling and smooth sound that seemed like a sea snake crawling on the ground.

He walked through all this expressionlessly, and the Pope's robe was gradually eroded by elements and disintegrated. With the continuous extension of his footsteps, scales began to appear on his face, webbeds grew between his fingers, and thick wet and smooth skin covered his torso. The scales and fins on the thick skin slowly highlighted. He staggered to the ground, and the scepter fell to the ground. After a few seconds, he slowly got up again, picked up the scepter, and continued to snake forward.

Sol Storm passed through the town streets that had become empty and quiet. He came to the coast. Many Nagas emerged from nearby houses and followed him silently. They climbed the harbor ramp that everyone had carried their shoulders and carried them little by little with their hands hundreds of years ago, and came to the end of the pier leading to the sea.

The sea water surged, and a gorgeous throne condensed by water elements slowly rose from the water. A woman with elegant temperament, long silver hair and extremely beautiful appearance stood in front of the throne. Next to her was a deep-sea maid in gorgeous clothes, and on both sides of the throne were tidal royal guards holding particle pulse rifles and trident light wave battle blades.

"Sol Storm," Siren Queen Petia nodded slightly, with a smile on her face, "We have been waiting for a long time."

"The last of us has been holding on for longer than we thought," Saul Storm lowered his head, "we want to wait properly until this is over smoothly."

"It's okay, this is what we promised from the beginning," said Petia gently. "Although I'm not a human, I understand that a race wants to maintain its original form until the last moment... The human being who persists until the end, if he knew that everyone on the entire island, including you, the Pope, had been transformed into Naga half a month ago, then he would probably commit suicide - this is a great tragedy."

"...This violent transformation of life form will have a great impact on a person's body and mind, and before the transformation is completed, the human mind cannot imagine or understand it," Saul Storm, in the Naga form, shook his head. "Anyone who has not completed the transformation will be deeply intimidated in the process of mutation, and too many people have committed unnecessary self-harm for this."

"Fortunately, we solved the problem of losing our minds in the early stages of Naga's transformation, otherwise the chaos would become more serious," Petia nodded, looking at her eyes not far away, the sea water surging, and a tower-like facility that emits a luster of luster in the sun, gradually rising to the surface of Shanghai. "I will leave the mental stabilizer here for a while, and after the thinking and personality of the last batch of Nagas on the island has been completely stabilized, then bring them to the continent of Io."

The tower-shaped device was created by Siren who studied Naga for a period of time. For Siren who mastered advanced technology, it is a very simple thing, and its function is very simple - by constantly releasing the "psychic singing" that cannot be heard by the human ears but can be recognized by the Siren and Naga, comforting those Naga who was tranced because they had just completed the transformation, so that Naga, who originally took about a month to retrieve their memories and personality, could recover from awakening within a few hours after the transformation was completed.

The "psychic singing" that the siren likes can speed up the awakening of Naga. The discovery of this phenomenon is a complete accident for the siren - it originated from a small episode when the siren held the "New Naga Citizens Welcome Conference" a few months ago. At that time, the deep-sea witch Hathaway drank excessive "big squid extract", so the high-level witch who was in a serious state of excitement broke through the blockade of the Royal Guards and performed a heavy metal death song with several other witches who were equally excited. Siren love music and they are good at all music, but it is obvious that the Naga, who just embraced the deep-sea, has not yet become accustomed to the local customs. In that accident, more than half of the Naga fell into a deep coma...

Three days later, the deep-sea witch who woke up from a hangover thought for a moment, thinking that it was not the musical instruments that had an impact on Naga, but the powerful "psychic singing" of the Sirens. Then she conducted a series of experiments to confirm her thoughts.

After a series of complex tests and adjustments, the Siren created a "mind stabilizer" that can quickly regain the rationality of the first-time conversion Naga. This advanced device consists of two main components: a music player that only Siren and Naga can hear "sound", and a large number of pipes and antennas used to make the player look very powerful.

Petia retracted her gaze toward the mind stabilizer and sighed slightly.

The Siren can only carry out this level of "technology research and development".

Fortunately, the situation is getting better. As more and more Siren master the secrets of arcane magic and magic, they are becoming able to understand and deal with the natural laws of this world. Siren are frozen by the technology tree that has been frozen for millions of years... and finally there are signs of loosening a little.

The former Pope of the Storm and the current Naga leader Saul Storm did not know what the Queen, who had just sworn allegiance, was thinking about the future of the Storm Son. After receiving the Queen's further promise, he seemed much more relaxed: "We have had many years of friction with you... Fortunately, it's finally over."

"The Siren didn't want to fight with anyone, but unfortunately, we both have been unable to communicate smoothly," Petia came back from thinking. She smiled and nodded slightly to the Naga leader in front of her. "Now you have sensed the Siren's kindness from the echo of the psychic energy. So as a celebration of reconciliation between the two sides... we will also share the secret of the deep sea with you.
Chapter completed!